Medical and Martial God

”What’s happening?”

Everyone in the audience was baffled by the sudden appearance of 500 Silver Cloth Assassins. A simple challenge match had unexpectedly erupted into chaos. Before they could react, a buzzing sound drew their attention to the Formation.

”What is that thing?”

Most of the Martial Artists present had never seen a Formation, and many hadn’t even heard of one. However, Yan Long and Meng Yinwan had.

Has he finally shown his hand? Yan Long’s pupils contracted, his expression turning grave.

To outsiders, he seemed to be frivolously provoking T4001 like some jumping jester. In truth, he was using his own method of goading to force T4001 to reveal his true colors sooner. And it worked. The plan was a success.

”Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to lay our cards on the table!” T4001 surveyed all the Martial Artists in the audience and announced loudly.

The commotion in the audience died instantly. All eyes were trained on T4001, anxious to discern the true meaning behind this so-called ”showdown.”

”What do you mean by that?” someone asked.

”Don’t worry, I’ll tell you right away.” T4001 gave a cold smile and said, ”You see the 500 people beside me? They are all Silver Cloth Assassins, and as for their strength, they are all Fourth Realm War Gods.

”As for that semi-transparent red dome surrounding the Mist Chant Martial Meeting, it is called the Divine Trapping Formation. It was formed by 1,000 First Realm War Gods sacrificing their life and Martial Prowess. No one from outside can enter, and no one inside can leave...”

No one in the audience was a fool. T4001 had made his intentions so clear that only a complete idiot wouldn’t understand.

”You’re going to kill us?” someone asked in a cold voice.

”Correct!” T4001 bluntly admitted, issuing a chilling command for a massacre. ”Cut down every single person present. Leave no one alive.”

”As you command!” the 500 Silver Cloth Assassins acknowledged. They drew their weapons and spread out to assault the audience.

Although the people in the audience had already sensed T4001’s intentions, hearing the confirmation from his own mouth still made the truth hard to accept. The three Judicator Families! An existence they revered, one they would have gladly submitted to, was now intent on taking their lives.

Panic spread like wildfire through the hearts of the sixty to seventy thousand Martial Artists. Five hundred Fourth Realm War Gods, plus T4001, were a force they could not hope to contend with. Despite their numbers, the gap in strength was too vast to bridge.

As the 500 Silver Cloth Assassins launched their attack, chaos erupted in the audience.

”Huang Quan, where’s Huang Quan? Has Huang Quan arrived?” someone yelled while running.

At this cry, all sixty to seventy thousand people began running, searching, and shouting.

”Huang Quan, save us!”

”Huang Quan, where are you? If you’re here, show yourself!”

”The Judicator Families want to kill us! Huang Quan, hurry up and kill them!”

In the face of impending death, they all thought of Huang Quan. Only Huang Quan could save their lives now! They seemed to have forgotten that Huang Quan was synonymous with Death itself. They were foolishly hoping for the Death God to save them.

”Huang Quan isn’t here! Your savior is me!” With a voice like thunder, Yan Long’s aura blazed like fiery waves. He unsheathed his blade and leaped high, vaulting from the Second Realm War God’s stage into the air above the First Realm War God’s stage. Clasping the blade with both hands, he slashed down at T4001.

This is the coolest, most stylish, and most badass slash of my life. In this moment, I feel unbelievably cool, beyond compare.

As the founder of Heaven Net, the martial artist organization of the Xuanse Official Family, he would save the world’s Martial Artists from this life-or-death crisis with his unparalleled might and formidable strength. In the future, he, alongside Huang Quan, would enjoy the reverence and worship of Martial Artists across the globe.

”So, you’re a master!” Instead of being frightened by the power Yan Long displayed, T4001 let out a sinister laugh.

The next moment, Yan Long saw T4001’s body suddenly swell like an inflating balloon.

”Fuck!” Realization seemed to dawn on Yan Long. His face paled in shock as he tried to dodge, to escape, only to find himself in mid-air, still descending toward T4001. In a panic, he yelled, ”Huang Quan, save me!”

His cry startled Meng Yinwan and all the members of Heaven Net, who had been sitting calmly in the audience. They didn’t understand why T4001 was suddenly expanding. However, seeing Yan Long’s terror and hearing his desperate plea for help, they instantly realized the truth. T4001 must be preparing some kind of ultimate move—one so powerful it terrified even Yan Long.

”Die!” T4001 said calmly, watching Yan Long fall from the sky, getting closer by the moment.

However, just as the words left his mouth, a boulder half the size of a man came flying like a speeding train, smashing into Yan Long and knocking him sideways.

PFFT!

Blood sprayed from Yan Long’s mouth, but a relieved smile spread across his face.

”Damn it, who dares interfere?” T4001 roared. The next instant, he exploded with a massive bang!

The ten-meter-square stage was instantly obliterated, leaving a three-meter-deep crater in its place. For a moment, the air itself fell silent.

Meng Yinwan and the members of Heaven Net in the audience, the sixty to seventy thousand Martial Artists within the Divine Trapping Formation, the 500 Silver Cloth Assassins, and Yan Long himself all stared in shock at the huge crater created by T4001’s self-detonation.

Damn. I may have cultivated a body of copper skin and iron bones, but it was done with Poisonous Spiritual Energy, making it a counterfeit version. If that thing’s self-detonation had hit me head-on, I’d have been skinned alive, if not killed outright. Yan Long shuddered with lingering fear and shouted, ”Huang Quan, thank you for saving my life!”

Huang Quan?

WHOOSH!

Everyone inside the Divine Trapping Formation whipped their heads in unison toward the direction the boulder had come from. Now they understood! It was Huang Quan who had thrown the rock and saved Yan Long’s life!

”So, this is the true meaning of ’Silver Cloth Assassins’.”

As a voice as chilling as if from the depths of Hell echoed, Ye Xiu, clad in the Huang Quan Suit, slowly emerged from the ground.

HISS!

Witnessing this, a collective gasp echoed within the Divine Trapping Formation.

”Holy shit, how did Huang Quan come out of the ground?”

”No wonder Huang Quan is so powerful it’s like he’s cheating—it turns out he’s not human!”

”His body moves as his mind wills—could this be the pinnacle of Martial Arts?”

Aside from Yan Long, Meng Yinwan, the members of Heaven Net, and those from the Totem and Special Abilities organizations, the other Martial Artists were unaware of the existence of Totems. Thus, the sight of Ye Xiu emerging from the very earth left them utterly flabbergasted.

”Quick, all of you, self-destruct!” one of the Silver Cloth Assassins yelled.

Instantly, all 500 Silver Cloth Assassins initiated their self-destruct sequence without hesitation. Their bodies, like T4001’s, began to rapidly inflate.

They had heard of Huang Quan and knew the extent of his power. They also knew that with his arrival, not only would they fail their mission, but their deaths were also certain. That being the case, they might as well self-destruct and take as many people with them as possible.

”Kill!”

While activating their self-detonation, the 500 Silver Cloth Assassins scattered and charged toward the crowd of Martial Artists. If coordinated correctly, the blast from 500 self-destructing Fourth Realm War Gods could engulf the entire Divine Trapping Formation.