Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2077 - 2175: Methods (Fourth Update)

"Such a waste, in a prolonged battle, I am unmatched," a sliver of disdain curved Su Chen's lips.

He possessed the Divine Mansion.

Myriad and boundless Mysterious Qi.

When it came to the expenditure of power, his might was absolute.

In truth, at this very instant, if Su Chen so willed it, he could obliterate Yu Zhang without a shadow of a doubt using the Zhan Cang Sword Array. Yet, Su Chen refrained.

Was there even a need?

To fell a mere chicken, one hardly requires a butcher's cleaver.

"What in the blazes is transpiring?!" High above, Yu Zhang finally succumbed to agitation. His gaze, fixed upon Su Chen below, was wide with trepidation and utter disbelief.

He had meticulously counted: Su Chen had unleashed but seven sword strikes from the commencement of their engagement until this present moment.

A mere seven swords!

The sheer expenditure of Mysterious Qi was incomprehensible!

Despite this, Su Chen remained composed and unfazed, not betraying the slightest sign of immense strain.

In stark contrast, Yu Zhang had already executed eighteen distinct maneuvers. Each strike was imbued with the might of the Divine Lord Realm, and four of these were cataclysmic Divine Skills. He had poured his absolute all into every single move, resulting in a prodigious depletion of his reserves.

Now, the vast sea of Mysterious Qi within his Dantian had dwindled to approximately one-third of its former capacity.

A gnawing premonition took root within Yu Zhang; if this continued, he was truly no match for Su Chen.

"Damn you!!!" Yu Zhang let out a muffled curse, sheer panic churning in the depths of his heart. His complexion grew grim, his eyes darting with desperate calculation. With a clench of his jaw, he declared, "It is time to unleash it..."

In the subsequent instant.

Yu Zhang’s will surged, and he bellowed, "Saint Puppet Jiao, attack..."

As the words left his mouth, the color drained visibly from Yu Zhang’s face.

He was invoking the Saint Puppet Jiao, a fearsome construct birthed from the forges of the Saint Puppet Heavenly Gate within the Grand Cosmos World.

The Saint Puppet Heavenly Gate stood as a powerhouse of Fourth Rank strength in the Grand Cosmos World, possessing the might to annihilate the Yu Family with but a mere sigh.

The sect's entire might and fame stemmed from its mastery over puppet creation. The Saint Puppet Heavenly Gate commanded thirteen entire planes and boasted a staggering contingent of over nine billion disciples. Every ten millennia, the sect would present its masterfully crafted puppets for auction in the Grand Cosmos World's esteemed auction houses.

These particular puppets commanded astronomical prices.

And, understandably, their combat prowess was nothing short of terrifying.

Consider the Saint Puppet Jiao before them: Yu Zhang had poured nearly half of his accumulated wealth, painstakingly gathered over countless eons, into its acquisition. It was, without question, an insatiable devourer of riches.

Yet, its value was demonstrably proven.

Since obtaining the Saint Puppet Jiao, Yu Zhang had deployed it on two prior occasions, each instance resulting in the swift annihilation of two martial cultivators at the Fifth Level of the Divine Lord Realm.

Naturally, the deployment of the Saint Puppet Jiao demanded the sacrifice of Divine Soul power.

As an ancient being dwelling at the zenith of the Fifth Level of the Divine Lord Realm, Yu Zhang’s Divine Soul was, as expected, exceptionally potent. Nonetheless, even with his formidable spiritual strength, each activation allowed him command of the Saint Puppet Jiao only for a duration akin to the burning of a single stick of incense. This fact alone underscored the immense drain on Divine Soul and vital energy it entailed.

Unless confronted with a truly dire predicament, Yu Zhang rarely ventured to employ the Saint Puppet Jiao.

It was his ultimate trump card.

His most potent, game-changing secret weapon.

"Ssssssss..." At Yu Zhang’s command, the Saint Puppet Jiao sprang to life. Instantly, the very fabric of the Imperial Realm seemed to groan and contort, like a fragile toy on the verge of being torn asunder, emitting a mournful, wailing cry.

A colossal figure, stretching ten thousand meters in length, materialized in the heavens.

This Saint Puppet Jiao, its form clad in an impenetrable, pitch-black hide, was virtually indistinguishable from a living, breathing Jiao Dragon.

Its eyes, in particular, held a chilling malevolence – bloodthirsty, obsidian orbs that gleamed with sinister intelligence and icy indifference, fixed unwaveringly upon Su Chen.

The Saint Puppet Jiao’s speed was breathtaking. With a mere flick of its massive tail, its form plunged through the sky for tens of thousands of meters, generating a maelstrom of chaotic Void energies that further amplified its terrifying velocity.

The overwhelming aura radiating from the Saint Puppet Jiao was nothing short of soul-crushing.

"Poof!" Even Yang Su, caught in the periphery of this oppressive presence, involuntarily coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood, utterly subdued by the sheer might of the Saint Puppet Jiao's aura.

The Saint Puppet Jiao descended like a celestial war machine, its titanic form imbued with a crushing, condensed gravity that bore down with horrifying, awe-inspiring force.

Its maw gaped open, revealing rows of razor-sharp, grey fangs, each hundreds of meters long. These formidable teeth resembled shards of divine weaponry piercing the very sky, many still bearing the grim markings of ancient, dried blood.

With Su Chen firmly in its sights, the Saint Puppet Jiao opened its colossal mouth, seemingly swallowing half the Imperial Realm as it lunged forward. The predatory action evoked the image of a leviathan engulfing a helpless ant.

The chaotic Void space where Su Chen stood began to warp and shudder violently, trembling with an palpable sense of fear.

"Is this... this... this is Yu Zhang's true strength?" Di Jie, sprawled prostrate on the ground, trembled as if struck by celestial thunder. His face had turned ghastly pale, leaving him with nothing but an overwhelming, paralyzing dread.

The Fifth Level of the Divine Lord Realm at its peak is truly formidable, almost unimaginably so, possessing power that could shatter worlds.

Di Jie struggled to comprehend the sheer audacity and fortune the Di Family must have possessed eons ago to evade the relentless pursuit of the Yu Family. Their ancestors were undoubtedly powerful to have escaped such a chase.

Yet, in this present moment, facing the might of the Yu Family, the Di Family felt as insignificant as a single ant's leg.

However, for Di Jie, Yu Zhang’s overwhelming strength was precisely what he desired. This guaranteed Su Chen’s demise, and that was the single most crucial objective.

"Nine Righteous Sky Steps!!!"

"Wu Yan Divine Fist!!!"

As the Saint Puppet Jiao was commanded to attack Su Chen, Yu Zhang seized the opportunity, his face contorted with fierce determination. He unleashed his own formidable techniques, his gaze locked onto Su Chen.

The Nine Righteous Sky Steps and the Wu Yan Divine Fist were Yu Zhang’s trump cards, secret techniques honed over countless millennia.

These two martial skills had brought him immense glory and countless victories, vanquishing tens, even hundreds of thousands of opponents.

He had cultivated these techniques to the absolute pinnacle of perfection, capable of executing them with effortless grace.

Suddenly, a colossal, azure footprint descended from the heavens, growing larger with each passing moment, manifesting as an immense, condensed mass of blue energy.

Simultaneously, a fist seal composed of three overlapping shadows pierced through the void and chaos, hurtling towards Su Chen’s head.

"Young man," Yu Zhang’s inner monologue dripped with supreme confidence, "your sword may be powerful, even to the point of inspiring awe and fear in this old man, but you cannot possibly wield your sword’s light while simultaneously fending off the Saint Puppet Jiao and my twin ultimate attacks. Can you?"

In Yu Zhang's assessment, Su Chen's formidable power stemmed solely from his exceptional swordsmanship, both its raw might and the profound Seven Stages Sword Rhyme, all of which were undeniably terrifying.

However, Su Chen was now engaged in a two-on-one battle against the Saint Puppet Jiao.

With only one sword at his disposal, a critical opening was bound to appear.

Yu Zhang was convinced that even the slightest vulnerability would allow him to instantly end Su Chen's life. The fate of battles between supreme experts often hinged on such razor-thin margins.

Yu Zhang’s eyes remained fixed on Su Chen.

He waited.

Like a predator poised to strike.

There was no impatience in Yu Zhang; instead, a profound calmness settled over him in that critical moment.