The Invincible Supreme Medical God

Chapter 760 - 439: The Initial Fear_2

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He mercilessly slashed at the young man, but no matter how fast his movements or how swift the flurry of his strikes, the young man managed to evade each blow. He didn’t even let the older man touch the edge of his sleeve.

Everyone watched in stunned disbelief. Even though Yan Xiaobao incessantly retreated and deflected attacks, he still managed to send icicles toward the four experts.

Seeing the disheveled man advancing while slashing and thrusting in succession, none of the others moved to follow up with an attack; instead, they stood back. Their gazes were filled with awe at the rapid aggression of the man attacking Yan Xiaobao. From their expressions, Yan Xiaobao understood that this man was undoubtedly the leader of the group. Unless he asked for intervention, the others wouldn’t step forward. Their mission was to ensure Yan Xiaobao couldn’t escape.

Yan Xiaobao sneered at their reactions and eased up slightly. If he had to face all four at once, it might require greater effort and focus, but for just one expert, it wasn’t even worth a glance.

Without embedding Wu Wei into his sword, Yan Xiaobao ceased his retreat. Instead, he drew his blade and nimbly deflected the leader’s shadowy onslaught of blade strikes raining down upon him.

Feeling pity for the writhing desperation to survive, Yan Xiaobao decided not to waste more time. With a smooth motion, his sword blocked the dagger once more before slicing through a gap in the opponent’s defense. For a moment, Yan Xiaobao felt the faintest resistance before the blade plunged into the older man’s body.

It was as if time had frozen still. Blood slowly slid from the corner of the man’s mouth, evident shock filling his wide eyes. This moment seemed to stretch on eternally, and as he attempted to speak, blood began to seep out, his pupils rolling upward before his body collapsed to the ground, slipping off the blade.

The corpse hit the floor with a resounding thud that shattered the silence like some eerie spell breaking. Screams erupted from the three remaining experts who’d been waiting for their leader to finish the fight; they were completely unable to comprehend how their leader could die so easily.

Had they kept their reasoning intact, they might have reconsidered attacking someone capable of effortlessly killing their leader. But at the moment, their thoughts were shrouded by emotions. In such a state, they immediately leapt at Yan Xiaobao, disregarding their own safety entirely. Witnessing their desperate charge, Yan Xiaobao knew this fight wouldn’t be as straightforward as before.

The mocking glint in his eyes dimmed into seriousness, his smirk fading gradually. As he looked around, he heightened all his senses to match those of a wolf. The world before him faded into grayscale; yet, even as the world morphed, his agility remained unaffected. After years of arduous training, Yan Xiaobao had mastered the art of controlling his beastly instincts without transforming his body entirely. He could amplify his sensory abilities to rival that of a red wolf while maintaining his human form.

Sidestepping narrowly, he avoided the massive man’s strike as a fist landed precisely where he’d been moments ago. Spotting the extended arm, Yan Xiaobao raised his sword and sliced toward it in a beautifully arcing motion.

The large man tried to withdraw the arm upon noticing the blade heading his way, but his speed fell short; bloodcurdling screams pierced the air as the severed limb landed on the ground, cut cleanly through.

Though the man howled in agony, Yan Xiaobao paid him no further attention. His immediate aim was to deal with the remaining two experts before circling back to address the injured man.

Too consumed by rage, neither of the two experts could truly grasp the magnitude of the situation, which played to Yan Xiaobao’s advantage. Unlike the now one-armed giant, they weren’t foolish enough to act recklessly anymore—instead, they waited for the right moment to strike.

Exchanging sharp gazes, the duo clenched their teeth and charged together toward Yan Xiaobao. Weapons materialized in their hands—a barbed whip in one hand, lightweight throwing knives in the other—flung in synchronized pursuit of Yan Xiaobao.

Evasive maneuvers made sidestepping these knives relatively easy, yet unlucky bystanders fell victim to their scattered trajectories, triggering screams. Sighing deeply, Yan Xiaobao realized ignoring the knives wasn’t a viable long-term solution; unsheathing Wu Wei, he intercepted them mid-air with precise ease. One knife after another dropped harmlessly to the ground.

While catching the incoming knives, Yan Xiaobao also had to deal with the whip’s relentless harassment. Despite their insistent and vindictive strikes, they were incapable of pinning him down. It didn’t take long for them to understand that the man before them was leagues beyond their reach, rendering victory with their current prowess a futile endeavor.

Sharing a brief glance of resignation, the two experts prepared to flee the battlefield. Just as they were about to retreat, a golden flash blinded everyone present. Shortly afterward, the duo found their movements entirely restricted—their legs anchored by golden roots sprouting upward from the ground.

No one knew the origin of the radiant roots, but the sight of the immobilized experts pushed the crowds’ confusion into utter shock as the last breath drained from their bodies. Then, the lifeless figures collapsed in heaps. Of the four Kings, only one remained alive—disfigured with a missing arm. Fixing his gaze on the surviving man, Yan Xiaobao approached him silently, severing his head without hesitation. Xu Hui had learned countless lessons through his ventures, a crucial one being: never allow a wounded tiger to reclaim strength unless you wish for calamity later.

Looking at the golden roots, Yan Xiaobao offered a slight bow to the silent crowd. "Your Highness, I didn’t expect to encounter you here," he remarked. A man cloaked in black with a wide-brimmed hat responded with a chuckle.

Upon hearing these words, murmurs filled the air as spectators exchanged whispers before collectively withdrawing further, their focus drawn to the cloaked figure’s grin.

Yan Xiaobao strode toward the fallen experts, rifling through their corpses. Gathering all visible storage stones, he handed the luminous golden storage stone to Cou Ling. "Pay the merchants their dues and keep the rest for yourself," Yan Xiaobao declared in a voice loud enough for nearby merchants to overhear. Their gratitude blossomed instantly, sparking excitement among the craftsmen and traders alike as they spread the news to others who hadn’t caught wind of this gesture.

Once in possession of the golden storage stone, Cou Ling quickly motioned for Fang Wei to follow her. She departed gracefully, leaving Yan Xiaobao and the cloaked figure to converse as she began distributing coins back to their rightful owners.

"I noticed Your Highness has successfully mastered the golden roots," he complimented, his tone carrying a hint of admiration.

"You’re quite adept at theatrics," Lan Feng remarked flatly from the sidelines, though Yan Xiaobao ignored him entirely, maintaining his smile toward the Prince seated before him.

"I came here merely to observe your progress. It’s intriguing how the Beast Army’s Great Marshall is seen here alongside spiritual blacksmith Cou Ling. Truly surprising," the Prince mused with a chuckle while taking a seat on the ground. Smiling faintly, Yan Xiaobao sat beside him. "Cou Ling and I share a history," he remarked nonchalantly. "When I saw her here, I figured it would be prudent to step in to protect her." Continuing, he earned a subtle nod from the Prince.

"I came to ensure you’re still interested in entering this tomb," the Prince added with a laugh. "The tomb is rumored to overflow with treasures, assuring everyone here at least a minor fortune to claim. While I hope for cooperation among adventurers, regrettably, conflict is inevitable."

Yan Xiaobao shrugged, offering no response. Deep within, he resolved to guarantee that the Third Prince wouldn’t leave the tomb alive. Simultaneously, he felt indifference toward most others present. Despite mild concern for his companions’ welfare, he trusted their instincts wouldn’t lead them astray, assuring survival.

The Prince and Yan Xiaobao sat quietly until parting ways. The Prince returned to the Royal Family, leaving Yan Xiaobao to await Cou Ling’s return.

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