Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2066 - 2163: So Weak (1st Update)

Su Chen cast a brief glance at Hu Zong.

That single look was enough to shatter Hu Zong's composure entirely.

"Die!" Hu Zong's eyes blazed crimson, his fury surging. He abruptly raised his right hand, and in an instant, the space before him twisted into chaotic void. A fist seal, the color of reddish-brown earth, streaked through the air like a fiery meteor, resembling a blazing sun, honing in on Su Chen and expanding infinitely.

Within the fist seal resided the immense power of the world, imbued with the fist rhyme of the Sixth Segment Pinnacle. Even more formidable was the technique itself, an "Indestructible Heavenly Fist," a Dominion Rank martial art, exclusively practiced by direct descendants of the Hu Family.

This strike, in its mastery of power, integration of momentum, and the fist seal's essence, had reached ultimate perfection. Moreover, fueled by Hu Zong's uncontrolled rage, the punch surged with a touch of madness, its power amplified threefold.

The fist seal descended silently, yet it continuously shed streams of fire. Each droplet that struck the ground carved out deep chasms, as if piercing to the very heart of the earth.

As the fist seal hurtled towards Su Chen, it intensified, growing more blinding, an alarming, terrifying shade of red. The surrounding atmosphere became stained with this sanguine hue, even the clouds overhead transforming into crimson masses.

At this juncture, the temperature throughout the Imperial Realm surged, the very essence of fist intent permeating the air, roaring within the realm's confines. The thousands of Imperial Family members, though at a distance, felt an overwhelming despair, as if frozen in place, their hearts clutched in an invisible grip.

This punch was undeniably mighty!

"The Divine Lord Realm... truly the Divine Lord Realm," Di Jie mused internally, his awe deepening towards Hu Zong, the Hu Family, and their Eighth Rank affiliation. Whispers had long circulated about the immense power of the Divine Lord Realm, how even its initial level dwarfed the Ninth Level Peak of the Human Master Realm, representing a fundamental divergence. What was once mere hearsay was now a palpable reality, forcing Di Jie to sigh in agreement with the rumors.

By Di Jie's estimation, the force behind Hu Zong's punch was roughly a hundred times that of his own full-powered strike. It was an unimaginable disparity. Were Di Jie to face such a blow, resistance would be futile; he would be utterly annihilated by the sheer aura of the fist seal long before it even made contact.

"Wretched spawn, though I lament you did not perish in the self-destructing storm at the Mother River's initial descent, it is not a total loss. At least now, I can witness your utter despair firsthand, watch you breathe your last, see you dissolved into nothingness, and finally sate the hatred burning within my soul," Di Jie ground his teeth, the sound grating, his gaze locked onto Su Chen, his eyes alight with a mixture of excitement, malice, and fervent anticipation.

"Iceflame," Di Deijin transmitted mentally to the Iceflame Vermilion Bird. Before ingesting the Soul-Locking Pill, Di Deijin operated at the Eighth Level of the Human Lord Realm, yet her true combat prowess rivaled that of the Hu Family's Half-Step Divine Master Ancestors. Now, however, assessing the power of Hu Zong's strike against her own strength, she was shocked to find it was approximately ten times her maximum output.

The Divine Lord Realm surpassed her wildest imaginings.

Consequently, a flicker of apprehension arose.

"Our young master Su can handle it," the Iceflame Vermilion Bird chirped reassuringly. "Worry not."

Those who accompanied Hu Zong for the wedding, martial cultivators at the Eighth and Ninth Levels of the Human Lord Realm from the Grand Cosmos World, murmured amongst themselves:

"Young Master Hu is truly enraged!"

"Young Master Hu has unleashed his full power; it appears he's somewhat lost control."

"That brat dared to steal Young Master Hu's woman. If he doesn't die, who will?"

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"Is it truly that easy to lose control?" Yang Su, however, knitted her brows slightly, a hint of disappointment coloring her expression. In her estimation, when confronted by Hu Zong, a Half-Step Divine Master from the Minor Thousand Worlds who had already attained the genuine Divine Lord Realm, he should not have surrendered his rationality nor exerted his full might. It was entirely unnecessary, akin to using a butcher's cleaver on a mere chicken – a profound insult to the dignity of a Divine Lord Realm cultivator.

From Yang Su's perspective, the chasm between a Half-Step Divine Master and a true Divine Lord was as vast as the heavens and earth, bridged by less than a single minor realm. Yet, this seemingly small step deterred countless talented martial cultivators, separating purgatory from paradise, the difference as stark as that between an infant and a fully grown adult.

Did Hu Zong, a grown man, truly require his full might to defeat a mere child? And must he resort to weapons like blades and guns as well? It seemed rather beneath the dignity of martial cultivators from the Grand Cosmos World, a far cry from the esteemed Divine Lord Realm.

It wasn’t only Yang Su harboring such thoughts. Her companions, Li Chui and Xue Xue, echoed her sentiments precisely. Did one truly grasp the power of the Divine Lord Realm only after reaching it?!

Simply put, to martial cultivators in the Divine Lord Realm, everyone below that level—be they in the Great Dao Realm or Half-Step Divine Master—posed no essential difference.

And yet.

At this very moment.

"So pathetically weak?" Witnessing the incoming fist seal, Su Chen mused internally, his thoughts unknown to others.

He was fully aware that Hu Zong was unleashing his utmost strength.

He also knew for a fact that Hu Zong belonged to the Divine Lord Realm.

Consequently, a flicker of anticipation stirred within him.

However, the instant Hu Zong launched his attack, Su Chen was met with profound disappointment.

Utterly abysmal!

Setting aside the deplorable lack in technique, intent, and momentum in Hu Zong’s punch, consider only its raw destructive force.

Su Chen perceived with absolute clarity that this strike could, at best, muster a destructive output of 300 chaotic power. While this figure was indeed substantial, equating to 3 trillion dragon force—a truly fearsome magnitude capable of effortlessly reducing Di Jie to nothingness—it fell drastically short.

Such power would be sufficient to almost shatter a Low Martial Plane.

Yet.

In comparison to Su Chen’s current capabilities, this level of power was deficient by an immeasurable degree.

Su Chen, operating at his full capacity, could unleash a punch generating approximately 2.5 trillion chaotic power!

And this was merely the strength of his fist, not even accounting for the terrifying might of his Seven-stage Sword Rhyme, the impregnability of the Zhan Cang Sword Array, or the potent bonuses from the Three Great Cosmic Treasures, among other enhancements.

Consequently, if Hu Zong’s punch genuinely represented the combat prowess of a First Level Divine Lord Realm cultivator, Su Chen found the notion laughable—it was utterly abysmal!!!

So devastatingly poor that it rendered Su Chen utterly speechless.

Yet.

At this precise juncture, overwhelmed by sheer disappointment, Su Chen saw no need to even lift a finger. He remained stationary, exuding an aura of leisure and disdain. To all observers, however, he appeared paralyzed, lost in thought, utterly astonished, and gripped by terror!!!

Everyone believed Su Chen was trapped, frozen in place, completely restrained.

"What's the point of this? He's just asking for trouble." On the sidelines, Di Xu, who had long ceased paying attention, muttered with a look of utter derision plastered across his face.