The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine - Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Chapter 587: Comparing Qinggong
 

This battle between prodigies had turned into an absolute domination.

Ying Qingfeng was chasing Ying Aotian relentlessly!

Throughout the fight, Ying Qingfeng executed various forms of swordsmanship, including those inherited from the Ying Family, some simple techniques, and some unique methods he had learned through fortuitous encounters.

No matter what kind of sword moves he used, they flowed from his hands like clouds in the sky, unrestricted and free, forming and dispersing at will, rising and falling, without any constraints. In other words, every sword technique in Ying Qingfeng’s hands would transform the mundane into extraordinary, like a divine stroke of a brush, leaving no trace of the conventional sequence or patterns of swordsmanship, appearing spontaneous and natural.

The spectators cheered loudly, completely won over by Ying Qingfeng’s swordsmanship.

They were utterly mesmerized.

Even Bian Muyan, who was of noble birth from the Bian Family, kept nodding and acknowledged, ‘If judged purely on mastery of swordsmanship, Ying Qingfeng could indeed claim the top spot among the young generation in the martial arts aristocracy.’

While Ying Qingfeng retained such dominance, Ying Aotian was on the brink of defeat.

He had almost lost the chance to fight back, even dropping his longsword.

Ying Aotian was simply relying on his tenacity to tussle with Ying Qingfeng.

Whenever he was about to be hit, he would always repel Ying Aotian’s offensive with Six Meridian Divine Sword, dodging quickly to escape.

In the end, Ying Aotian had nothing left but continuous pokes, releasing multiple rounds of the Six Meridian Divine Sword like a barrage.

This did not harm Ying Qingfeng, but it bought Ying Aotian some crucial time to spare his life.

In this way, Ying Aotian managed to hold on for more than 30 moves without losing!

All the spectators were amazed at this.

“Well, Aotian’s newly learned Six Meridian Divine Sword isn’t bad, whether he’s making broad, powerful strokes, relying on crude simplicity to win, swift and quick, or random changes, every move is meticulously executed… The mere fact that he could use this set of swordsmanship, even after just learning it not long ago, to engage in dozens of moves with Qingfeng, whose strength is obviously superior, is truly remarkable… With time, once Aotian has fully mastered this sword technique, he might just garner a fighting chance!” As both his grandchildren performed exceptionally well, the Family Head was immensely comforted.

“Elder cousin Qingfeng, you have won! I am no match for you!” Suddenly, Ying Aotian yelled loudly, conceding defeat, and jumped out of the arena.

“Want to leave? It’s not that easy! Stay right there!” Initially, he had declared that he would finish off Ying Aotian within three moves, yet now after more than thirty moves, he hadn’t managed to hurt Ying Aotian properly. The arrogant Ying Qingfeng felt a stinging slap to his face, burning with humiliation.

Immediately, Ying Qingfeng launched a sword light attack. The dazzling sword light twisted momentarily, exploding into several strands of overbearing sword light, aiming for Ying Aotian in mid-air.

Ying Aotian used all his strength to continuously release the Six Meridian Divine Sword, successfully shattering the sword light that filled the sky. However, in the process, Ying Aotian had completely exhausted his True Qi, virtually running on empty, and he collapsed to the ground outside the arena.

“Ha ha ha ha~~~~” Despite his wretched state, Ying Aotian was extremely delighted. He looked up at the frustrated Ying Qingfeng in the arena and laughed hysterically. “Elder cousin Qingfeng, you promised to defeat me in three moves. Sorry, I managed to hold on for a full 37 moves. I hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

“You, dodging all the time like a good for nothing! Depending solely on such a poor martial arts skill, escaping is all you can do!” Ying Qingfeng cursed out loud.

With the battle over, Ying Aotian hurriedly restored his True Qi, ingested some elixirs, and recovered from the exhaustion of the fight.

As of now, the only undefeated ones left in the top ten battles were Ying Qingfeng and Huang Xiaolong!

Ying Aotian had almost certainly lost his chance of vying for first place, unless in the forthcoming battles, both Ying Qingfeng and Huang Xiaolong made mistakes. However, this was highly unlikely.

Huang Xiaolong had three more battles left, with opponents being — Ying Qingfeng! Ying Aotian! And a woman named “Ying Xue.”

It was Huang Xiaolong’s third-to-last match.

On the stage, stood a woman with lightly contoured eyebrows and the demeanour of a lone orchid in a deserted valley. Older than Ying Aoshan by a few years, she had refined 75 streams of True Qi and was looking at Huang Xiaolong with an elegant smile. “Hello, based on our relationships, Aoshan should call me her elder cousin. As for you, you should probably call me your cousin too.”

This woman was “Ying Xue.”

Her attitude towards Huang Xiaolong was fairly friendly and devoid of hostility.

“Uh…” Huang Xiaolong paused momentarily.

“Oh, once you pass my challenge, you’ll only have two opponents left. Odds are Aotian won’t fight you and is more likely to forfeit, so essentially, you only have one opponent… Qingfeng. Defeat him and you’ll be crowned the champion of this martial arts tournament. Seems you’re in quite a hurry, aren’t you?” Ying Xue gave a charming smile.

“Yeah, so, older sister, please concede soon,” Huang Xiaolong urged impatiently.

“Little brother, don’t rush,” said Ying Xue, her eyes sparkling. “Although I’m a woman, I won’t concede easily. How about this, do me a favor, let’s test our Qinggong. I probably won’t be a match for you when it comes to swordsmanship. Hence, my strength lies in Qinggong. Let’s go with that. I’ll perform Qinggong and you chase me. If within the time span of an incense stick, you can touch the corner of my clothes, then I lose. On the contrary, you lose. How’s that?”

The entire audience was taken aback when they heard this.

Ying Xue’s martial arts skills weren’t the best among the younger generation of the Ying Family, but her Qinggong was indeed the best, even slightly better than Ying Qingfeng’s.

In a previous battle, Ying Xue had used her Qinggong to stalemate two opponents who were stronger than her.

Now, Ying Xue wanted to compete with Huang Xiaolong using her strength.

Actually, Huang Xiaolong had every right to reject such an unreasonable demand, as it violated the rules of the martial arts tournament.

Ying Xue was clearly taking advantage of Huang Xiaolong.

At the moment, Huang Xiaolong’s points were neck and neck with Qingfeng’s, any slight slip-up could affect the final result.

“Well, little brother, you can also refuse. If you do refuse, then I will concede. But I must tell you, I’m naturally competitive, and no one has ever bested me in Qinggong…” Ying Xue explained calmly, while trying to provoke Huang Xiaolong tactfully.

“Hahaha, alright, older sister, I’ll fulfill your wish,” Huang Xiaolong quickly agreed.

“Our future son-in-law just can’t resist a challenge…” Ying Xiao muttered to himself.

“Master, Young master Huang isn’t falling for provocations…” Uncle Yun chuckled, “He just possesses an unbeatable confidence.”

“Little brother, thank you for your understanding.” Ying Xue was invigorated. “Let’s begin now! All you have to do is touch my clothes slightly, and you will win.”

Immediately, a surge of confidence filled her eyes as she spoke.

In the field of Qinggong, she believed, there was no way she would lose to Huang Xiaolong!

“Let’s start,” Huang Xiaolong said with an unperturbed smile.

The next second, a flash of brilliance flickered in Ying Xue’s eyes, her whole body’s True Qi instantly surged, making her appear as light as a feather. Her hair danced in the nonexistent wind, radiating an aura of ethereal purity as if she were a goddess descended onto the mortal world!