Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2108 - 2206: Why Did It Turn Out Like This? (First Update)

"Although my 'Divine Demon Body Refinement' still hasn't made a breakthrough, I've made a significant step forward. Now, with all my methods displayed, my pure physical strength should reach around 3500 units of chaotic power, right?" Su Chen mused to himself.

It truly is a tremendous, tremendous gain.

A half-step Spirit Emperor Weapon actually allowed him to progress by about 300 units of chaotic power; this improvement cannot be considered small. You should know, even with Life Stain Water + Ancient Golden Crow Essence Blood + three or four hundred top-level elixirs, Su Chen only managed to increase by around 700 units of chaotic power.

He genuinely felt he hadn’t indulged enough.

If he could have several more of these half-step Spirit Emperor Weapons, how great would that be?

Alas, such opportunities are hard to come by; the Open Heaven Sword isn’t just any half-step Spirit Emperor Weapon—it’s the companion sword of fourteen generations of Imperial Academy heads, with a concentration of evil Qi accumulated over billions of years. You shouldn’t even think about replacing it with other half-step Spirit Emperor Weapons.

From afar.

Ke Wuxin, severely injured and unable to stand, lifted his head, staring at Su Chen. He had even forgotten he was still alive, unable to feel pain, only experiencing marrow-crushing despair!

Why?

Why is he still no match for Su Chen?!

Why?!!!

His mind was left with nothing but this frantic thought.

Back in Great Luo Heaven, he was suppressed by Su Chen. He couldn’t even see Su Chen’s silhouette. Later, he got a chance, replaced Su Chen, and from then on became the Son of the Emperor, rising swiftly.

In these past hundreds of years, his martial cultivation speed truly soared, creating countless myths and miracles, astonishing numerous Sons of the Emperor and high-level members of the Imperial Academy.

Even his master Fu Qianjiu sighed, saying Ke Wuxin was heaven’s blessing to the Imperial Academy.

In less than five hundred years, he broke through three or four great realms, forty minor realms!

His cultivation speed was faster than eating and drinking.

He thought, surely, he had left Su Chen far behind?

Su Chen and he must exist in entirely different worlds, right?

But what about the reality before his eyes?

What he pursued, desired, fought for, worked hard for, was proud of, believed in — it was all void, shattered by Su Chen’s single punch!

His Martial Dao Heart and his state of mind both crumbled into fragments in an instant.

"Hahahahahaha..." Suddenly, Ke Wuxin laughed out loud, blood continually spurting from his mouth, feeling indignation!!! Truly indignant! Even though he cheated, had heaven-defying fortuitous encounters, received heaven’s favor, got the Imperial Academy’s destiny bonus, and had everything, he still couldn’t keep up with Su Chen?

Unyielding!

He is unyielding!

In the silent Imperial Heart Plaza, Ke Wuxin seemed like a madman, bloody and blurred, his blood-red eyes swelling as if they could burst like stones.

His laughter was filled with collapse and madness; he appeared disheveled, his face so distorted it was unrecognizable, like a demon smeared with blood.

"Heartless! Heartless!! Heartless!!!" Fu Qianjiu shouted loudly, wanting Ke Wuxin to calm down; he could sense Ke Wuxin’s mental breakdown, becoming extremely anxious.

Truth be told, he hadn’t anticipated Ke Wuxin would be defeated.

Defeated by a kid who hadn’t even reached the Divine Lord Realm.

Defeated by a kid not even five hundred years old.

This is simply the greatest impossibility in the Myriad Heavens and Worlds...

It completely shattered his martial cultivation worldview.

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, even if they killed him or shattered his divine soul, he wouldn’t dare believe it!

In that instant, he realized that back then, the Sixth Dean’s proud and supposedly divine stroke was absolute folly, downright brainless.

Su Chen was originally first.

Ke Wuxin being second was only right.

He was never better than Su Chen.

Nowhere near.

A difference of tens of thousands of miles!

Even if Su Chen hadn’t joined the Imperial Academy, hadn’t received the horrifying cultivation resources of the Academy, hadn’t had Fu Qianjiu as his master, hadn’t had so many fortuitous encounters, after hundreds of years, he could still disgrace Ke Wuxin terribly.

Can you imagine the disparity between the two?

The Sixth Dean is truly the greatest sinner in the history of the Imperial Academy!

And he, Fu Qianjiu, is a self-righteous fool who thought he’d gotten an extraordinarily pure monster, but hadn’t...

Indeed, lacked insight.

Ke Wuxin is far from being the greatest genius in history, nowhere close, not to be scolded?

There are geniuses even greater than Ke Wuxin, indeed!!! They exist!

The key is.

The Imperial Academy once had a chance to obtain Su Chen, missing it by just a sliver!

A slight by the arrogant Sixth Dean, the self-aggrandizing Sixth Dean, the arrogant Imperial Academy—a slight made while still alive.

What kind of profound regret is this? What agonizing pain? It pierces the very heart!

Just imagine if Su Chen had been a part of the esteemed Imperial Academy, not yet reaching five hundred years of age, yet already dominating those at the sixth level of the Divine Lord Realm; what earth-shattering glory would the Academy have basked in?!

But now, no matter how utterly shocked Fu Qianjiu is, no matter how deep his regret, or how intensely he desires to desecrate the Sixth Dean’s corpse or unleash a torrent of curses, it is far too late!

If he were to express remorse at this juncture, would Su Chen deign to join the Academy? Would he cease his hostility towards the institution? It is utterly impossible.

It has been irrevocably destined—the Academy now stands in an opposing stance against Su Chen.

And Ke Wuxin, though by no means Su Chen’s equal, remains an extraordinary prodigy, a genius unprecedented in the Imperial Academy’s history, upon whom boundless hope was placed and countless efforts were invested.

Therefore, Fu Qianjiu could, by no means, bear to witness Ke Wuxin's complete ruin.

He harbors no immediate worry that Su Chen might kill Ke Wuxin right now, for Fu Qianjiu himself is present, and Ke Wuxin is already grievously wounded, defeated. Should Su Chen attempt a finishing blow, Fu Qianjiu would swiftly intervene.

He would shamelessly step in, personally intervening.

His concern lies rather with Ke Wuxin, so easily vanquished by Su Chen, potentially losing his martial heart, his state of mind utterly shattered, thereby forfeiting any chance of future advancement.

Thus, at this critical moment, Fu Qianjiu is consumed by an overwhelming anxiety, desperately wishing for Ke Wuxin to regain his composure; defeat!!! is not the terrifying outcome! The true dread lies in losing the very confidence to fight again!

"Hahahahaha..." Alas, no matter how fervently Fu Qianjiu implored, Ke Wuxin seemed utterly deaf, his laughter erupting amidst a torrent of blood, a maniacal, heart-wrenching laugh.

"Ke Wuxin!!! Compose yourself, for my sake!" Fu Qianjiu's face contorted, turning ashen; his voice deepened considerably, his very aura surging forth, directed menacingly towards Ke Wuxin.

Fu Qianjiu, after all, is a practitioner at the eighth layer of the Divine Lord Realm.

His might is vastly superior to Ke Wuxin's current state.

Under the immense pressure of this released aura, Ke Wuxin, already critically wounded, began to tremble violently, his once-limp body nearly collapsing prone onto the ground.

In that precise instant, a sliver of rational thought returned to him.

He struggled to crawl on the ground, summoning his last reserves of strength to lift his head, tears of blood tracing paths down his ravaged face: "Master! I have lost!!! I, Ke Wuxin, have truly lost! I am defeated!"

Ke Wuxin bellowed, his voice rendered incredibly hoarse by his ordeal.

"Loss is but a moment; future opportunities will arise." Fu Qianjiu articulated each word with deliberate slowness.

Ke Wuxin fell into a profound silence.

Fu Qianjiu let out a slow, audible sigh of relief, believing that Ke Wuxin had finally regained his senses.