Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2102 - 2200: Misheard? (Second Update)

Fu Qianjiu was so enraged he felt like committing mass murder to vent his fury.

Truthfully, it was also partly An Yu’s fault. If An Yu hadn't inexplicably sided with Su Chen, even stepping down from the stage, acting subserviently, sighing, crying, and pleading before Su Chen, an Elder could have easily dealt with Su Chen and eradicated him if he had interfered. It wouldn't have been a problem at all.

One could say that Su Chen was responsible for half of this interference, and An Yu for at least the other half.

Naturally, Fu Qianjiu did not dare to direct his blame towards An Yu; thus, all his ire was focused on Su Chen.

Fu Qianjiu fixed his gaze upon Su Chen, his eyes radiating an extreme coldness, sharp enough to freeze, annihilate, and tear everything asunder. It had been an exceptionally long time since he had experienced such potent anger!

"Was I being threatened?" An Yu, hearing Fu Qianjiu’s accusation, felt a sense of bewilderment. When had she been threatened? Did Su Chen even need to threaten her? Absolutely not!

"Then, Miss An..." Fu Qianjiu’s brow furrowed. If Su Chen had not threatened An Yu, why would she exhibit such an attitude?

The way she acted towards his disciple, Ke Wuxin, was worlds apart from her current demeanor!

At this precise moment.

Before An Yu could utter another word.

Su Chen began to speak. He tilted his head upwards, directing his gaze at Aunt Lin, who remained standing upon the stage, and queried, "What? Are you aligning with the Imperial Academy?"

A shiver coursed down Aunt Lin’s spine.

The seemingly casual inquiry from Su Chen instilled in her an intense, boundless terror and a profound chill.

Su Chen’s words felt as though they were constricting her very heart.

She found it difficult to even draw breath.

A deep coldness permeated her entire being.

"No." Aunt Lin rapidly shook her head.

"Then why do you not descend?" Su Chen’s voice grew markedly colder.

Descend!!!

Su Chen actually uttered the command "descend"?

Every spectator in the assembly heard these words.

This mere youngster, not even within the Divine Lord Realm, dared to use the term "descend" towards one of the three most formidable envoys from a Sixth-Rank Power of the Grand Cosmos World.

A cultivator at the Half-Step Divine Sovereign Realm commanding a Seventh Level Divine Lord Realm to "descend" – the very notion was astounding.

It was comparable to a mere frog attempting to command a fully grown giant crocodile to descend.

Can you even fathom such a scenario?

This revelation struck each mind present like a nuclear detonation, rending their very souls.

Even Fu Qianjiu, the Dean who had existed for over a billion years, whose mental fortitude was as unyielding as solid rock, was momentarily dumbfounded.

What was even more astonishing was...

Subsequently, Aunt Lin displayed no trace of anger, nor did she retaliate with an onslaught of murderous intent. She did not even dare to offer a rebuttal, merely nodding her head with great emphasis before promptly stepping down from the Martial Performance Stage.

As she descended, Aunt Lin addressed Xia Geng: "Come down!!!"

Xia Geng was utterly perplexed.

For he had no prior knowledge of Su Chen.

Moreover, Su Chen appeared to be someone he could easily crush with a single digit.

Yet, both An Yu and Aunt Lin regarded Su Chen with a fear akin to that of a Demon God.

He simply could not comprehend the situation.

It felt like wading through a dense fog.

"Aunt Lin, this..." Xia Geng genuinely suspected that Aunt Lin and An Yu had ingested some sort of confusion-inducing elixir. Otherwise, how could they be behaving so bizarrely? This terrified, obedient, and fearful demeanor from Aunt Lin and An Yu was, frankly, something Xia Geng had never witnessed before.

Given Aunt Lin's and An Yu’s established personalities, such a state should never manifest.

It was truly beyond comprehension.

"I instructed you to descend!!!" Aunt Lin’s gaze suddenly turned sharp. While not directly confronting Su Chen, she reverted to her typically reserved yet immensely powerful persona – the Aunt Lin capable of obliterating all opposition with a single deployment of her Ice Soul Dragon Flame.

Did Xia Geng dare to disobey?

The murderous intent emanating from Aunt Lin’s eyes was palpable.

Whether Xia Geng lived or perished, in the grand scheme of things, held no consequence for Aunt Lin.

Aunt Lin’s primary obligation was the safeguarding of An Yu.

Countless disciples akin to Xia Geng existed within the Blood Cang Realm.

Even if Xia Geng acted recklessly and met his demise at Su Chen’s hands, Aunt Lin would not perceive it as a loss for the Blood Cang Realm.

However, at this juncture, Xia Geng represented the entire Blood Cang Realm!

Aunt Lin harbored a concern that Xia Geng’s impetuosity might provoke Su Chen, potentially leading him to vent his accumulated wrath upon the Blood Cang Realm and Yu’er. This was an outcome she fervently wished to avoid.

Therefore, if Xia Geng dared to defy her and remain on the Martial Performance Stage, then without Su Chen lifting a finger, she would personally deal with Xia Geng to placate Su Chen’s anger.

"Yes, yes..." Xia Geng was not an imbecile. He perceived the lethal intent within Aunt Lin’s eyes, causing him to tremble involuntarily. Despite his position at the Sixth Level of the Divine Lord Realm, a mere one-level difference in this realm could signify a tenfold, or even a dozen-fold, disparity in strength. He stood absolutely no chance against Aunt Lin, who was at the Middle Stage of the Seventh Level; the gap was immense.

Xia Geng rapidly descended from the Martial Performance Stage as well.

For a brief moment, only Fu Qianjiu, Ke Wuxin, and three other individuals remained on the Martial Performance Stage.

Even Fu Qianjiu found his composure faltering, a tremble running through him.

Ke Wuxin's aura fluctuated wildly, nearing deviation, his gaze fixated on Su Chen with an almost predatory intensity, his eyes gradually turning crimson.

In the past, he had been utterly suppressed by Su Chen, to the point of near suffocation.

Now, Su Chen, who was less than trash, could still inexplicably inflict such humiliation and disgrace upon him?

The esteemed envoys he, Ke Wuxin, had revered, cherished, and curried favor with, were rendered insignificant in Su Chen's presence.

This stark contrast ignited Ke Wuxin's fury, burning his very blood.

Incompatible rage, an outpouring of Evil Qi.

"Wuxin, compose yourself," Fu Qianjiu exhaled deeply, transmitting his voice to Ke Wuxin. "This brat may have employed some unknown trick to humiliate you, but for a Martial Cultivator, strength ultimately reigns supreme!!!"

Ke Wuxin's eyes steadied, and his frenzied, untamed aura rapidly coalesced.

And then.

He found his calm.

Indeed.

Strength was everything.

No matter what peculiar schemes Su Chen had used to shame him, what did it matter?

Once he eliminated Su Chen, everything would return to its rightful order.

Wouldn't it?

"Su Chen. I must concede, you have surprised me. After all these years, your strength has not advanced, yet you've acquired some skill in scheming, haven't you... Is this what you call sorrow?" Ke Wuxin addressed Su Chen in a measured tone.

Without affording Su Chen an opportunity to reply, Ke Wuxin's voice escalated in volume. "But do you truly believe this can break me? Do you imagine that by disrupting my grand occasion, you can alter fate? No!!! You are mistaken! I, Ke Wuxin, am an Imperial Son, the most exceptional Imperial Son in the annals of the Imperial Academy, the Dean's personal Closed-door Disciple, a Super Genius poised to enter the Grand Cosmos World, an unparalleled talent destined for the Blood Cang Realm! And you? Not even at the Divine Lord Realm! What recourse do you possess against me? Even now, your pathetic existence lies within my grasp! If I decree your death by midnight, you shall not witness the dawn! Su Chen! Do you feel sorrow?"