Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 542 - 526: The Show Ends Here

"Protect Huan’Er!"

Li Hanyu’s scream nearly tore her throat apart.

A fierce light surged in Li Bashan’s eyes, and his dark finger jabbed fiercely at Feng Mu’s back.

In that split second, Feng Mu’s skin suddenly emitted a metallic sheen, and his bones made mechanical "cracking" sounds.

Deceptive Martial Arts Six Techniques: Iron Block!

In the instant the Finger Force penetrated, his middle finger also grazed a bloody mark across Qian Huan’s forehead.

Instantly, the thin muscle was sliced open, bright red diffusing in the nutrient fluid, with the skull faintly visible, as if a brain soup might be ladled out at any second.

Boom——!

Feng Mu was blasted away like a cannonball, his metallic body smashing against the wall to form a deep "大" shaped dent.

Fragments of the wall flew, dust filled the air.

He rebounded from the dent like a marionette, coughing up a mouthful of black blood before he even hit the ground, many silver needles piercing his face loosened and fell.

Feng Mu coughed lightly twice, reached back, and felt a finger-sized hole, blood gushing profusely.

He nonchalantly pulled out a few needles from his face and casually sewed up the wound on his back.

"Almost got my heart blasted open with a finger hole, haha——"

His face showed no trace of the thrill of narrowly escaping death, but rather a hint of excitement.

But that face, half covered with needles, half sunken like a dried-out pit after the needles were removed, paired with his distorted expression, looked even more terrifying and eerie.

Feng Mu licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, eagerly eyeing Li Bashan.

Unexpectedly, the other didn’t press the advantage, but stood by the fish tank, using his fan-like giant hand to stem the hole he had pierced.

Expensive nutrient fluid was streaming through his fingers, pooling into a glowing shallow puddle on the floor.

Hong Ya’s eyes went wide; it was her first time witnessing someone still lively after taking a blow from the senior brother, only spitting blood.

The discovery made her excitement visibly grow, her pigtails perked up, eager to try capturing this person alive as a "gift" for the true junior brother.

"Don’t go."

Li Bashan’s thunderous voice halted her in her tracks.

Hong Ya tilted her head in confusion, seeing the senior brother more solemn than ever, his rugged face taut like iron.

She pouted, eventually her pigtails drooped.

Li Bashan blocked the hole with one hand, staring intently at Feng Mu with a heavy expression.

Feng Mu immediately understood Li Bashan’s concern; the opponent was hesitant to act rashly.

Feng Mu’s excitement quickly diminished, and he thought to himself:

"Well, that’s enough for now. I’ll find a chance next time to mention to my superior that I want a real fight with Li Bashan."

As he judged, he discreetly moved towards the window, glancing down the hallway.

Doctors and security were hurrying over with serious expressions and rapid steps; he swiftly and regrettably glanced at Li Hanyu.

Li Hanyu was glaring at him right now, filled with venom as if wanting to tear him apart.

Meanwhile, she had subconsciously moved, hiding her body behind Li Bashan and Hong Ya.

Feng Mu smirked disdainfully, suddenly raised his elbow, and slammed it into the window.

With a "crash," the window shattered, and he shrank his body, leaping out of the window.

Only then did Li Hanyu awaken as if from a dream and screamed in anger:

"Chase! Don’t let him escape!"

Before Li Bashan could move an inch, a barrage of silver needles shot through the broken window like a torrential rain.

With a single swipe of his hand, Li Bashan deflected the needles, which embedded themselves with a "thud thud thud" into the nearby wall.

In an instant, the wall was densely covered with silver needles, each sunk deep, still slightly trembling, causing Li Hanyu’s eyes to sting unbearably.

Outside the window, Feng Mu had already turned into paper-thin, fluttering away from the hospital on the breeze.

"Forget it, don’t chase."

Li Hanyu regained her composure, suddenly afraid of being lured away, fearing that if Li Bashan was tricked and left, the intruder might return to kill.

Looking at the doctors and security who arrived late, she grimaced, thinking:

"Can I rely on the hospital, then my son and I would have died 800 times over."

Li Bashan also refrained from pursuing; his mind wasn’t sharp, wary of falling into an enemy trap.

He needed to help protect Prison Director Qian and also guard the junior sister who delivered meals to the hospital.

Hong Ya tiptoed, whispered to Li Bashan’s chest:

"Senior Brother, this impostor is formidable. We must catch him and present him to Junior Brother. If he learns his martial arts, he can surely perform better than the impostor."

Li Bashan quietly released his hold over the fish tank, habitually ruffling Hong Ya’s hair, tangling the newly braided pigtails.

Several doctors frantically repaired the hole with instant gel and refilled the nutrient fluid.

"Prison Director Qian only suffered a surface abrasion, nothing serious."

The attending physician reported, wiping sweat in relief, secretly glad not to push Prison Director Qian back into the emergency room.

Whether Prison Director Qian would survive was uncertain, given the rarity of such will to live, but the physician himself might not hold up and collapse.

Another female doctor gingerly helped Li Hanyu remove the silver needle from her eye socket, cleared the debris, and sprayed hemostatic fluid.

A ruined eye was easily replaceable.

For the affluent, whether transplanting a natural human eyeball or installing a prosthetic, it was just a simple procedure.

"Mrs. Li, you’re quite attractive....."

The female doctor chose her words carefully,

"I recommend opting for a natural human eyeball transplant. Although less functional than a prosthetic, it’s livelier....."

Seeing Li Hanyu’s dark expression, the female doctor hastily added:

"Coincidentally, there’s a girl who just passed away here, her body still fresh. I imagine her father would willingly donate his daughter’s eyes to you."

As for the genuineness or willingness of it being "free," the hospital had its ways to settle it, sparing Li Hanyu any concern.

After all, the hospital’s motto was—VVIPs are gods.

Li Hanyu saw through it all; the hospital’s current submissiveness was merely out of guilt, fearing she’d switch hospitals in anger, losing a precious VVIP client.

The rankings of Zone 9’s 3A hospitals were competitive, and the most important metric was the number of VVIPs.

Li Hanyu was seething, scoffing coldly:

"Last time it was my son’s uncle, this time my son, and almost me as well. It seems we’ll all end up dead here in your hospital sooner or later."

The female doctor thought, "Wouldn’t that mean a reunion here?!"

On the surface, she appeared fearful and anxious:

"Please calm down! The director is in an emergency meeting and will surely propose satisfactory compensation...."

"Compensation?"

Li Hanyu smirked mockingly.

Did she lack compensation? Was she money-minded?

She was utterly drained, unwilling to argue with the foolish doctor, and coldly dismissed the naïve suggestion:

"Ridiculous, you think I’d use a patient’s eye?"

The female doctor realized she misspoke, turning pale with fear, continuously apologizing, "I’m sorry" ensued.

Suddenly, she paused, picking up the freshly removed needle, curiously observing:

"Hmm, this silver needle seems a bit...."