Urban Super Medical Sage Chapter 2110 - 2208: Interesting! (Third Update)

"You despicable fellow, why are you still hesitating?!" An Yu’s voice rang out from a distance.

Su Chen blinked, evidently taken aback.

An Yu felt utterly exasperated. Was this person an imbecile? Couldn’t he discern that Ke Wuxin was undergoing Demonization, with his aura escalating at an alarming rate? Initially, Ke Wuxin resided at the Sixth Level of the Divine Lord Realm, possessing strength merely comparable to the Early Stage of the Seventh Level. Yet now, not only had his injuries vanished, but his aura was soaring skyward. In the mere span of Su Chen’s quiet contemplation, his apparent inaction, Ke Wuxin’s aura had already reached the Peak Phase of the Seventh Level of the Divine Lord Realm and, more critically, continued its ascent with terrifying momentum. Should this trend persist, once Ke Wuxin’s Demonization reached its zenith, Su Chen himself would be the one annihilated with ease. This pursuit was akin to courting death! Truly courting death! An Yu’s anxiety surged. Aunt Lin also knitted her brows in sympathetic concern, deeming Su Chen’s actions as overestimating his capabilities.

"Heh heh..." Su Chen cast a sideways glance at An Yu, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. This young lady… was she concerned for him? She did possess a modicum of conscience. Indeed, she recognized that he had shown her leniency yesterday. His decision stemmed from her relative kindness and striking beauty, leading him to spare her from death or crippling injury. Her current assistance, in this light, could hardly be considered adequate repayment. Not bad.

"Scoundrel! You damned scoundrel!!!" An Yu, whose gaze happened to meet Su Chen’s playful look, felt her face involuntarily deepen in color. It was as if she had been caught pilfering, and simultaneously, perceiving Su Chen's amusement, she was on the verge of exploding with fury. This fellow was truly vile, possessing a rotten disposition. He failed to appreciate good intentions. If he were to perish, he would deserve it. Right! Why was she worried about him? Would it not be better if he died? "Hmph, I must simply be too kind-hearted," An Yu mused internally.

After briefly observing An Yu, Su Chen redirected his gaze towards Ke Wuxin, his eyes immediately turning frigid. While Ke Wuxin’s Demonization had evoked memories of Ji Linger, it did not dissuade him from ending Ke Wuxin’s life. Indeed, Ke Wuxin was destined for demise. At this very juncture, as Su Chen focused on Ke Wuxin, an unexpected movement occurred. Fu Qianjiu’s figure surged forward, positioning himself directly before Ke Wuxin, blocking his path!

"What, attempting to stall for Ke Wuxin’s benefit?" Su Chen inquired with a smile. Intriguing. Ke Wuxin remained in the throes of Demonization, requiring additional time. Master Fu Qianjiu was aptly fulfilling his designated role!

"Damn it all!!! That Head of the Imperial Academy, damn him so!" An Yu, watching from afar, seethed, her expression turning glacial. "He is actually shielding a Demonized Cultivator?" Aunt Lin’s countenance also shifted drastically. Such an act of protection towards a Demonized Cultivator was tantamount to directly opposing all human Martial Cultivators. Fu Qianjiu's action was punishable by death.

At this moment, even the Imperial Sons and the high-ranking officials of the Imperial Academy gathered in the Imperial Heart Plaza exhibited pronounced changes in their expressions. The Headmaster’s intervention to shield Ke Wuxin constituted an exceedingly perilous gambit. Fu Qianjiu intrinsically represented the Imperial Academy itself. Should this incident be divulged by individuals with ulterior motives… the Imperial Academy might face imminent annihilation. Shielding a Demonized Cultivator was a transgression of immense magnitude.

Fu Qianjiu remained silent, his face ashen, dark as forged iron. He was acutely aware of the extreme peril his current maneuver entailed. Nevertheless, he was determined to buy Ke Wuxin precious time. Indeed, once Ke Wuxin fully succumbed to Demonization, he ought to perish. However, Su Chen deserved to die even more. Without Su Chen’s interference, none of this turmoil would have erupted. The Imperial Academy would have retained its former glory, and Ke Wuxin would still be celebrated as the most brilliant prodigy in its history. All attributed to Su Chen: he had shattered the Imperial Academy, ruined Ke Wuxin, and irrevocably altered Fu Qianjiu’s own fate. He harbored profound hatred! Hatred so intense that he yearned to tear Su Chen limb from limb. His intention was to procure time for his disciple, until Ke Wuxin’s Demonization was complete. Then, when the Demonized Ke Wuxin dispatched Su Chen, his obsession would be satisfied, and his vengeance enacted. At that point, even if Ke Wuxin met his end, even if he became a fugitive hunted by human Martial Cultivators, Fu Qianjiu would no longer concern himself with the consequences.

At this precise moment. Su Chen regarded Fu Qianjiu with a measure of surprise. He had harbored no positive sentiments towards Fu Qianjiu originally. Yet, witnessing Fu Qianjiu deliberately interposing himself before Ke Wuxin now evoked a faint trace of goodwill within him. Back then, when Ji Linger underwent Demonization, countless individuals had clamored for her blood! He, himself, had been prepared to stand resolute before Ling’er, ready to defy the entire world rather than abandon his beloved. Su Chen felt that such unwavering resolve was precisely what one ought to embody.

A man must do what a man should do.

Fu Qianjiu's current action before Ke Wuxin carried a semblance of that spirit.

How intriguing.

"If you wish to battle or slay, wait until Wuxin finishes his Demonization," Fu Qianjiu declared, his voice gravelly and profound as he fixed his gaze on Su Chen. "Should you attempt to exploit his vulnerability before then, I will personally intervene, even if it means sacrificing my reputation. I shall bar your path."

Fu Qianjiu had cast all pretense aside.

His sole objective was Su Chen's demise.

As for his standing or any other concerns—he no longer cared.

He had even resolved that following this day, he would tender his resignation as the Academy Head.

He believed himself unworthy of the esteemed position at the Imperial Academy.

"Shameless!" Upon hearing Fu Qianjiu's declaration, An Yu seethed. Was this not the zenith of shamelessness? Waiting for Ke Wuxin to complete his Demonization? And now, preventing interference with Ke Wuxin's Demonization was deemed "exploiting his weakness"? Utterly absurd.

This was Demonization, after all.

Not mere Breakthrough.

Were Su Chen the one undergoing Demonization, would Fu Qianjiu dare to stand before him and instruct Ke Wuxin to wait until Su Chen's Demonization was complete before acting? This was inconceivable.

It wasn't solely An Yu who harbored such thoughts; across the Imperial Heart Plaza, numerous Sons of the Emperor and high-ranking officials of the Imperial Academy displayed shifting expressions. It was evident that the consensus was Fu Qianjiu had overstepped considerably.

They had heard of waiting for individuals during breakthroughs, during the cultivation of Divine Skills, or when clearing trials—actions that embodied a certain magnanimity, a demonstration of a Martial Cultivator's martial temperament.

However, the notion of waiting for someone to successfully Demonize was entirely novel to them.

"You know, even if you hadn't stepped forward, I would have waited for him to conclude his Demonization before ending his life." The very next moment, Su Chen chuckled, a smile that was quiet and tinged with boredom.

Without affording Fu Qianjiu an opportunity to interject, Su Chen's smile subtly faded. He arched his brows. "But now that you're obstructing Ke Wuxin's path and proclaiming that you'll stop me, even at the cost of your reputation—hehe... you understand? I possess a rather short fuse. I respond to gentleness, not to coercion."

With that, Su Chen's voice abruptly transitioned to one of absolute dominance. His gaze locked onto Fu Qianjiu, each word meticulously articulated: "I am genuinely curious to witness if you can truly prevent me!"

The instant the words left his lips.

Suddenly!

Su Chen moved as if performing an arcane illusion.

No one perceived the motion of his sword being drawn.

Yet, a blade materialized in Su Chen's grasp.

A Sword.

Emerged.

Hiss...

A single strike, unleashed.

Accompanied by the ultimate might of 3500 strands of Chaotic Power.

Borne by the Sword Rhyme of the Seventh Stage, Middle Phase.

Wielding the Nine Great Dao Rules.

A Peak sword strike.

Resounded.

To put it plainly, the 3500 strands of Chaotic Power alone far surpassed the capabilities of a Martial Cultivator in the Early Stage of the Eighth Layer of the Divine Lord Realm. Such cultivators, even those specializing in Strength, could only muster around 2500 strands of Chaotic Power within their effective range.