Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1644 - 1641: Utterly Helpless to Fight Back

Xu Wendong's strike, though appearing unadorned, contained an almost mystical allure. As his fist swept through the air, a vortex of sound formed, and upon impact with the radiant Light Dragon, it erupted in a blinding spectacle that pulsed outwards like waves, distorting the very fabric of space.

The Light Dragon, struck by Xu Wendong's unexpected blow, found its advance halted. Its form thrashed and writhed, letting out pained bellows.

"Who in the blazes is this guy? A human or something else entirely?" Zhao Yin gasped, a shiver coursing down his spine.

Beside him, the two porcelain-skinned beauties' eyes widened in disbelief, as if they were gazing upon a specter.

They had fully anticipated that Master Yuding's all-out offensive would obliterate Xu Wendong into a fine mist of blood.

But who could have possibly imagined?

He had actually deflected Master Yuding's furious assault with his bare fist!

It was utterly preposterous, unimaginable that a cultivator at the mere Foundation Establishment Stage could possess such terrifying might.

Master Yuding's pupils constricted violently; as a cultivator at the Golden Core Late Stage, he had never before witnessed such an inexplicable phenomenon!

For a fleeting moment.

A sense of foreboding washed over him.

Xu Wendong's demeanor grew stern, his gaze resolute. With a fierce shout, raw power surged from within him, engulfing the Light Dragon entirely.

Suddenly.

A resounding crack echoed, and the Light Dragon shattered like brittle glass, vanishing into nothingness.

This unbelievable sight left every onlooker utterly stunned.

Zhao Yin’s eyes bulged with disbelief; he found it impossible to accept that a mere Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator could so casually dissipate Master Yuding’s formidable technique.

And to do so with an unarmed strike.

The two young women covered their mouths, a mixture of shock and admiration in their expressions as they gazed at Xu Wendong with newfound wonder.

Most taken aback, however, was Lin Yiren. She had certainly not anticipated that Xu Wendong's actual combat prowess remained so formidable!

Master Yuding, too, stood dumbfounded, staring blankly at Xu Wendong, unable to comprehend how his ultimate technique had been so effortlessly nullified.

"Who... just who exactly are you?" His voice quivered slightly, the disquiet in his heart intensifying.

"I am the one who intends to take your life!" Xu Wendong’s eyes turned icy as he took a decisive step, appearing directly before Master Yuding, his right fist cocked and ready to strike.

Master Yuding roared in indignation, "A pathetic ant at the Foundation Establishment Stage dares utter such insolence? Do you truly believe this old man is easily trifled with?" Without hesitation, he moved to counter the strike.

Blinding lightning crackled within his palm, accompanied by a deafening roar that seemed to tear through the air.

"Palm Thunder, is it?" Xu Wendong scoffed, "If you genuinely believe such a trifling spell can be of any harm to me, then you are living in a fantasy!"

"Perish!"

Master Yuding bellowed, driving his right palm forward to meet Xu Wendong’s fist with fierce intent.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion deafened all nearby.

Xu Wendong was enveloped in a blinding surge of lightning, the brilliance so intense that no one could bear to look directly.

Zhao Yin and the two women instinctively shielded their eyes, convinced that Xu Wendong would be reduced to dust by such a devastating strike.

Lin Yiren held her breath, profound apprehension clouding her beautiful eyes.

After all, the sheer power unleashed by this attack was terrifying.

She felt uncertain if Xu Wendong could possibly withstand this fatal blow!

However, as the blinding light slowly began to fade, an astonishing sight met everyone's eyes: Xu Wendong stood completely unharmed.

Not a single thread of his clothing was damaged, his stern expression unchanging, his gaze unwavering.

"How... how is this even possible?"

Zhao Yin’s jaw dropped, his voice cracking with disbelief.

The two women cautiously opened their eyes, beholding Xu Wendong standing tall and unscathed. Their mouths fell open in stunned silence, the shock reflected in their eyes beyond measure.

"So powerful..." Lin Yiren felt a surge of elation.

She understood that even though Xu Wendong’s cultivation level had significantly diminished, his combat strength remained absolutely astonishing.

It defied any conventional understanding of cultivation realms.

Master Yuding felt as though he had been struck by lightning, standing rooted to the spot, his fury instantly replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread and despair.

"What... what unholy monstrosity are you?" His voice trembled uncontrollably, his legs feeling like they might give way at any moment.

This was the first time in his entire cultivation journey that he had experienced such profound terror.

"I am the one destined to kill you!" Xu Wendong declared, his gaze sharp as a blade, an aura of chilling coldness radiating from his entire being.

Despite feeling a bone-deep chill, Master Yuding refused to yield. With an angry roar, a gleaming longsword materialized in his hand.

"You wish to kill me? We'll see if you possess the capability for that!" Master Yuding snarled, brandishing the sword and launching a furious barrage towards Xu Wendong.

The sword pulsed with brilliant light, its qi slashing through the air like a web of death, ensnaring Xu Wendong within its reach.

Each strand of sword Qi carried the imposing aura of a Golden Core Late Stage expert, slicing through the air with a piercing howl, as if to rend the very space apart.

The atmosphere grew oppressively heavy, with everyone feeling the air thinning, as if an unseen colossus was clenching their throats, inducing a suffocating sensation.

Xu Wendong, however, remained remarkably composed, his form darting and weaving between the sword Qi like an ethereal phantom.

His movements were graceful and fluid, appearing to meld with the surrounding environment, rendering the seemingly lethal sword Qi utterly incapable of striking him.

"Though your swordsmanship is potent, it's riddled with too many openings," Xu Wendong's voice was measured, carrying a subtle undercurrent of derision.

Master Yuding, witnessing his assault falter, became increasingly agitated. The movements of his longsword abruptly accelerated, and soon the hall was awash in a cascade of sword shadows.

Yet, Xu Wendong's silhouette remained maddeningly elusive; his pursuers' attacks seemed to bog down as if mired in thick mud, unable to exert any real force.

Abruptly, Xu Wendong perceived an opening. Swiftly extending two fingers, he dexterously seized the tip of Master Yuding’s lunging longsword.

Master Yuding applied force in an attempt to retrieve his weapon, only to discover the longsword utterly immobile, as if ensnared by unyielding steel jaws, refusing to yield even an inch.

"Now, it's my turn!"

A disarmingly wicked smile played on Xu Wendong's lips as he flicked his fingers. A formidable surge of power coursed through the sword towards Master Yuding.

Master Yuding cried out as a searing pain shot through his hands, rendering him incapable of maintaining his grip on the longsword. The blade slipped from his grasp, executing a graceful arc through the air before embedding itself deeply within the wall.

Master Yuding retreated in sheer terror, his eyes reflecting an abyss of utter despair.

In that moment, he had lost all hope. Confronting Xu Wendong, this mere Foundation Establishment Stage 'ant', he, even as a Golden Core Late Stage expert, was utterly outmatched and powerless!