Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Two Hundred Twenty-Five

Master Zhong looked left and right, neither of these two were easy to deal with.

The swordsman had finished off his opponents with a single strike up to now.

As for Long Xiaoshan...

Master Zhong's body trembled, the terrifying golden flames seemed to reappear before his eyes, and finally, he extended his hand, pointing towards Tang Mo, "You then, come."

Ah!

A stir went through the crowd.

It was one thing for Wang Chao to mysteriously challenge Yu Cheng first in the earlier match.

Wang Chao, with his mad-demon-like boxing king behavior, could be explained as an oddity.

However, Master Zhong, though shadowy and dark, did not come across as a fool in his previous two battles, but rather as a crafty old fox, toying with his opponents at will.

Such a sly old fox.

He still didn't choose Long Xiaoshan, the easy pick.

It simply bewildered everyone in the arena.

If it weren't for everyone knowing the deep-seated unclean dealings between Zheng Laoshi and Wang Sihai.

Many would suspect foul play.

Even the big shot in VIP Box Number 4, Zheng Laoshi, seemed a bit unsteady; he walked to the doorway, waving repeatedly at Master Zhong.

Obviously, he was signaling him to choose a different opponent.

After all, Tang Mo's performance had been unfathomable, finishing off opponents with a single strike in both matches, and coming from VIP Box Number 1, a man invited by the wealthiest Zhou Yushan wouldn't be simple; it was clearly not as safe a choice as Long Xiaoshan.

Nonetheless, Master Zhong seemed as if he hadn't seen Zheng Laoshi's expression at all, still pointing at Tang Mo.

A hint of displeasure flashed across Tang Mo's face.

Great masters are proud.

Just like Yu Cheng was displeased to be the first picked for Tang Long's challenge.

He too felt his face had been slighted.

After all, between him and a little brat like Long Xiaoshan, anyone who wasn't blind would choose Long Xiaoshan, right? Could it be that he, Tang Mo, was now inferior to a brat?

Tang Mo's expression turned cold, "Do you really want to choose me?"

An aura of sharpness emanated from the swordsman, chilling to the extreme.

Master Zhong's face twitched, he felt Tang Mo's strength, but he was even less willing to confront Long Xiaoshan; Tang Mo could be strong, but with various tricks available to a magician, he believed he could survive, yet facing Long Xiaoshan, he felt he might be killed with a single thought.

Master Zhong's voice was creepy, "It's you."

After saying this, he was the first to stride onto the arena.

Tang Mo's face was icy as he dashed onto the arena; other people might fear these mysterious and sinister sorcerers, but as a member of the Tang Family, this wasn't his first clash with Spirit Sorcerers.

Once on the arena, Tang Mo looked at Master Zhong and said indifferently, "Choosing me was a mistake."

Master Zhong cackled, he of course found it needless to explain. He shook the bell, the Magic Artifact in his hand, and the Corpse Refinement roared and charged out; Tang Mo let out a cold laugh, drawing his long sword swiftly with Sword Qi surging like a rainbow, "Pfft!"

The Corpse Refinement that rushed at him was cut and sent flying by a single strike.

A deep, bone-exposing gash appeared from its chest to its crotch.

Yellow corpse oil flowed out from the gash, emitting a foul stench.

This was because the Corpse Refinement's body was extremely resilient; a regular person would have been sliced in two by Tang Mo's blow by now.

But a Corpse Refinement is a Corpse Refinement, almost bisected yet still clawing its way towards Tang Mo. At this moment, Master Zhong was also rapidly chanting spells, forming hand seals, with waves of darkness rising from his body, clearly in the midst of spellcasting.

Tang Mo knew he absolutely could not afford to give the magician leisure to cast spells.

Otherwise, even at his Late Yellow Stage, he would be in danger.

Therefore, Tang Mo once again cleaved the Corpse Refinement in two, this time severing an arm of the corpse as well, Immediately after slicing through the Corpse Refinement, he executed his sword steps and in a flash, closed in on Master Zhong, thrusting with his sword.

Master Zhong let out a great shout.

A green glow burst forth from his body, blocking Tang Mo's sword thrust like a glass curtain wall.

Right then, he completed his spell, pointing a finger at Tang Mo. A stream of dark energy surged towards Tang Mo, carrying with it the breath of withering, The martial artist who had fought Master Zhong just before had been turned into a mummy by this very move.

Tang Mo's expression shifted slightly.

The spells of Spirit Sorcerers and the attacks of Martial Dao were entirely different things. Even though he was stronger than Master Zhong, he dared not clash head-on carelessly. He retreated quickly, leaving a trail of afterimages in the fight ring.

However, the withering darkness pursued him like maggots on bones, moving incredibly fast.

The fight ring was not that large, only ten meters square.

Being chased by the dark energy and with the Corpse Refinement pouncing at him, Tang Mo was quickly driven to the edge. If he were pushed out of the ring, it counted as his loss. Tang Mo's face darkened; this Devil Magician had too many tricks. If it came down to a direct confrontation, he could slay his opponent with a single sword strike.

It seemed he had no choice but to unleash his true capabilities.

Tang Mo had initially wanted to reserve some strength for the final battle against Yu Cheng.

"Break for me!"

Tang Mo fiercely raised his sword above his head, and a sword light appeared on the blade, extending several meters long.

Tang Mo slashed his sword towards the dark energy.

All the dark energy was instantly dispelled by the sword light.

The sword light continued on after eradicating the dark energy, splitting the Corpse Refinement in half, slicing directly through the hard surface of the fight ring to leave a sword mark several inches deep and several meters long.

This dazzling strike made Master Zhong lose all desire to continue the fight.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Seeing Tang Mo's gaze sweeping over, brimming with an Aura of Killing,

Master Zhong immediately leapt from the ring, saying, "I admit defeat."

Tang Mo had intended to kill Master Zhong, but he hadn't expected the old man to escape so quickly.

He snorted coldly and leapt down from the ring.

The crowd, witnessing the strange and formidable Master Zhong defeated by Tang Mo, shook their heads. Master Zhong hadn't chosen Long Xiaoshan but instead picked the unfathomable Tang Mo and, sure enough, lost.

Everyone began to shout Tang Mo's name; among the local forces, Tang Mo was now the last great hope.

He had become the only hope of defeating Yu Cheng.

As for Long Xiaoshan, he had been forgotten long ago.

In the end, only Yu Cheng, Tang Mo, and Long Xiaoshan were left.

It was supposed to be Long Xiaoshan's turn to pick an opponent.

But since Yu Cheng and Tang Mo had just fought, for the sake of fairness, it wouldn't be right for Long Xiaoshan to choose either. Therefore, they decided to draw lots again. This time Yu Cheng drew the first pick, Long Xiaoshan the second, and Tang Mo the third.

That is to say, in the next round, Yu Cheng had the priority to choose first.

Yu Cheng stepped forward, his gaze slowly sweeping over Long Xiaoshan and Tang Mo.

He paused for a moment on Long Xiaoshan, revealing a hint of killing intent. Long Xiaoshan had dared to challenge the Iron Palm Gang and disabled Wei Zhentian's Dantian; his death was certain. However, after a brief pause, Yu Cheng looked away from him.

Compared to killing Long Xiaoshan, unifying the Hechuan forces was the urgent matter at hand.

A mere Long Xiaoshan could be crushed at will later on, but Tang Mo's sword strike had put a lot of pressure on him. Swordsmen were always troublesome, and before defeating Tang Mo, he didn't want to waste an ounce of energy.

Even if Long Xiaoshan was but an ant, it would still require a bit of his energy to squash him.

Thus, he slowly raised his hand and pointed towards Tang Mo.

Tang Mo, as if he had expected Yu Cheng to choose him, stepped forward nonchalantly, saying indifferently, "Good, let us decide life and death then, Yu Cheng of the Iron Palm Gang."