Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Two

The sallow-faced martial artist hastily propped himself up and retreated a few steps, only to gaze upon Long Xiaoshan with a trace of incredulity.

The kick he had just issued not only failed to break Long Xiaoshan's leg, but had instead dislocated his own foot.

Fortunately, it wasn't broken.

It must have been an accident just now.

The sallow-faced martial artist quickly grasped his foot and with a forceful twist, *crack*, his foot returned to its normal position. He tested putting weight on his foot and found, aside from the dislocation, there were no other injuries. It really did seem to be an accident.

If Long Xiaoshan truly had brute strength, then having his leg forcibly dislocated should have resulted in an injury.

Damn it!

He shouldn't have been so careless.

The sallow-faced martial artist fumed inwardly, as he hadn't used his full strength just now, thinking that fighting a junior merited less than thirty percent of his effort.

He snorted coldly.

The sallow-faced martial artist leapt up once again, this time unleashing a series of consecutive kicks.

Seeing the flurry of legs, the crowd below burst into cheering, although they didn't understand the reason for the sallow-faced martial artist's earlier fall due to the speed of the incident.

Only a very few had seen his leg get dislocated.

A series of leg shadows came flying in.

Long Xiaoshan didn't use brute force to directly defeat his opponent, for what he sought was the experience of combat. Although he didn't take the power and speed of the sallow-faced one seriously, the latter's offensive style was full of variations.

He kept dodging among the shadows of the legs.

The sallow-faced martial artist unleashed thirty-six kicks in one breath, yet none hit Long Xiaoshan.

"Damn it, just knows how to dodge."

"Are you here to run away or to compete in the ring?"

People from Stand 17 started shouting loudly.

Long Xiaoshan seemed to hear those uproarious voices and stopped.

Youths these days, can't seem to keep their composure.

The sallow-faced martial artist hadn't expected Long Xiaoshan to stop dodging; he was overjoyed and with a howling wind, his leg lashed out - the thirty-seventh kick, which was meant to be a finishing move.

*Crack!*

The sallow-faced martial artist heard the familiar sound once again.

After landing, his leg faltered and he fell to the ground again.

Crap!

The sallow-faced martial artist realized that his foot had dislocated again.

His heart sank.

If the first dislocation could be attributed to his opponent's blind luck like a blind cat running into a dead rat,

Then the second time,

It absolutely couldn't be a coincidence.

The sallow-faced martial artist stood up once more, resetting his foot into place.

"Didn't see that coming, huh. You actually are an expert," the sallow-faced martial artist said gravely, looking at his opponent. Getting his leg kicked dislocated twice imposed a significant humiliation, especially by a wet-behind-the-ears youngster.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"You've provoked me now. If you can block my next kick, consider it your victory!"

The sallow-faced martial artist moved one foot forward, drawing half a circle on the ground with the other as his aura underwent a transformation.

The full power of a Yellow Grade Expert was on display.

His body suddenly sprang into action, a series of quick hops followed by a lightning-fast kick aimed straight for Long Xiaoshan's solar plexus.

Heart-Piercing Kick!

This was the true lethal move of the sallow-faced martial artist.

Although not as flashy as the previous chain of kicks, only the experts among the audience could see how formidable this kick was—this kick was a return to simplicity and truth.

Seeing the lightning-fast incoming kick,

Long Xiaoshan's expression became slightly more serious.

He hadn't used overwhelming force up to this point, even refraining from utilizing his True Qi, and a faint golden flame lit up in his eyes. Under the influence of the Heavenly Eye, the movements of the sallow-faced martial artist seemed like slow motion in a movie.

Previously, he had easily spotted the flaws in the tanned-faced man's kicking technique.

However, this kick seemed to be impeccable.

But this only started to get interesting, Long Xiaoshan finally brought out part of his real strength, using his Wind-Cutting Leg technique, leg against leg, with a whoosh, their legs collided.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, many leg shadows appeared on the stage.

Seeing the kicks Long Xiaoshan was now delivering, the people below realized he wasn't as weak as they had imagined. From his kicks, it was evident that he was evenly matched with the tanned-faced man.

Bang!

The victor was finally decided on the stage.

With the ability of the Heavenly Eye, Long Xiaoshan caught the flaw in the tanned-faced man's kicking technique and swept him off the stage with one kick.

Seeing the initially domineering and solitary tanned-faced man lose,

a wave of mockery rose from below.

The tanned-faced man's face turned red, and he left the venue without looking back.

Long Xiaoshan walked back amidst the cheers from Stand Number Five.

In Box Number One, the Swordsman said indifferently, "He finally showed his true skills, not bad, indeed close to Huang Level Middle Stage strength. A young person of this age could even enter the ranks of core disciples in the Tang Family."

In Box Number Two, Yu Cheng sneered, "Decent enough, but that's all, killing him would be like killing a chicken."

Long Xiaoshan returned to his box, where Chun Tao stood up and threw herself into his arms.

She had been extremely worried just now.

Long Xiaoshan comforted her before sitting down again.

Next, the tournament on the stage continued.

Although Long Xiaoshan had displayed impressive strength, his light was soon overshadowed by the performances of the middle-aged swordsman and Yu Cheng who took to the stage after him.

Both of their matches ended in instant kills.

The middle-aged swordsman injured a Muay Thai expert with a single thrust.

Yu Cheng was even more ruthless, collapsing his opponent's ribcage with a palm strike, pulverizing the internal organs.

Moreover, by their performance, it was effortless, nowhere near their full strength.

In front of such powerful individuals,

Long Xiaoshan's recent display was simply not worth mentioning.

The first round ended quickly.

Nine winners were decided, moving on to the second round.

The first match of the second round.

Number Eight against Number Ten.

The first to enter the stage again was Demon Mountain, and his opponent was Number Ten, the King of Underground Fist, Wang Chao.

After a brutal killing spree by Demon Mountain in the first round, crushing Heici's head, Demon Mountain's popularity soared. His entrance alone caused the whole arena to erupt in cheers, while Wang Chao, despite a clean victory in his first match, couldn't match Demon Mountain's head-crushing popularity.

And although Wang Chao's physique was somewhat more robust and taller than Heici,

he was still only about one meter seventy, his lean body appearing like a doll in front of Demon Mountain's towering frame, measuring two meters and weighing four to five hundred kilograms.

"Demon Mountain, tear him apart!"

"Demon Mountain, crush his skull!"

"Demon Mountain…"

Hysterical cheers erupted from below, in the face of such a blood-stimulating battle, everyone seemed to forget this was a fight for the position of Dragon Head, and all the darkness in their hearts burst forth.

The two men stood on the stage.

Wang Chao's face was indifferent, as if he was oblivious to the flesh mountain in front of him that had just crushed another man's head.

Demon Mountain still bore his silly demeanor, but no one would mistake him for a simpleton anymore; beneath that foolish exterior lay a heart akin to a demonic beast.

The war drums sounded, Wang Chao stepped swiftly, unleashing a flying kick.

Boom!

This kick sank deep into Demon Mountain's belly.

All the fat on Demon Mountain's body violently trembled, as he staggered backward, showcasing the strength of Wang Chao's kick. He took a deep breath, and the layers of his fat wrapped around Wang Chao's entire leg, pulling him in as if caught by the suction of an octopus's mouth.