Medical Sage

”HISS!”

The few surviving Crimson Fang assassins who witnessed this couldn’t help but turn pale, sucking in a sharp breath of cold air. Although they had mentally prepared themselves, the methods Chen Fei displayed were simply too overpowering, too astounding.

Even one of their most terrifying trump cards, the respected Amotig the Magician, was locked down and trapped within that terrifying Scarlet Flame Anomaly. How could they not be shocked? How could they not be utterly astonished?

As the circle of scarlet flames erupted and swept over everything, the rolling tide of fire formed from the six swords of Sanyang True Fire Qi had already buried everything in its path, its heat scorching and its edge terrifyingly sharp!

”ROAR!”

Seeing this, Amotig could no longer suppress the horror on his face and let out a guttural roar. An unbelievably potent Power of the Storm surged from his body. At the same time, the ancient bracelet on his wrist whirred, projecting dozens, even hundreds, of dark green walls of light that sealed him within, forming a dual-layered defense.

Clearly, this item was a famed magical artifact from the world of Western Ability Users. Only S-Level Ability Users were qualified to create such items, making both their power and value incredibly astounding.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

However, the offensive technique Chen Fei had unleashed still surpassed everyone’s imagination.

As the wave-like scarlet flames slammed violently against the walls of light, the barriers were immediately ground down by the terrifying Sword Qi. They weakened at a rate visible to the naked eye until, finally, they shattered completely.

CRACK!

The ancient bracelet on Amotig’s wrist exploded in an instant, tearing the flesh on his old, withered arm into a bloody, mangled mess.

And that wasn’t all. The most terrifying part was that the residual force continued to surge forward, mercilessly engulfing the final layer of defense Amotig had erected—the Wind God Guardian! Instantly, a sound of corrosion that set one’s teeth on edge emanated from the area. A mist of red and cyan light rose, accompanied by a scream that could no longer be suppressed.

”HISS!”

Amotig’s entire complexion had changed. He was deathly pale and trembling uncontrollably.

He was in an utterly wretched state. The arm that had worn the bracelet was nearly crippled and a bloody ruin, while the clothes on his chest and waist were completely torn apart, revealing injuries so deep that bone was visible. He gave everyone the distinct impression of being gravely wounded, and that was indeed the case.

If not for his formidable power and quick reflexes, which had allowed him to deploy his two strongest defensive trump cards, it was questionable whether he would even be standing right now.

Witnessing this, the remaining Crimson Fang assassins couldn’t help but exchange glances. When their gazes returned to that young Eastern face, their eyes were filled with profound shock and fear.

They couldn’t help it. That was Amotig the Magician, one of the four aces of the Crimson Fang! Within that lineup, his strength was solidly in the top three. Yet now, who would have thought that after making the first, aggressive move, he would not only miss like a clown but also be struck by a nearly identical counterattack from his opponent.

The sight of his wounds alone was frightening enough, to say nothing of the deeper implications... When had the Crimson Fang ever been provoked to such an extent? It was simply... unacceptable!

”You…” After suffering such heavy damage, Amotig couldn’t help but stare at Chen Fei with a pale, utterly grim expression. I just can’t accept this. A defeat this thorough, this humiliating… I feel like a clown. Perhaps I really am a joke.

But now, he had to admit that the ”foolish Easterner” before him was indeed strong. He was so strong that even he, Amotig, felt a sense of despair. No wonder the Old Bat died at his hands. The gap in our strength is just too vast.

Yet even with this judgment and despair in his heart, the sinister and venomous look on Amotig’s face didn’t fade. Instead, it deepened. That’s right, we are the Crimson Fang, the fourth-ranked organization in the world of elite assassins! How prestigious is our name? How feared is our reputation? When have we ever been provoked to such an extent? Besides, I’m not the only one here from the Crimson Fang. That old fellow from the Black Witch Clan and His Excellency Jack the Blade are both far stronger than me...

At this thought, a sliver of confidence seemed to return to him. His gaze toward Chen Fei grew even more venomous, his eyes dark and gloomy. No matter what, I must hold him here! I have to wait for His Excellency Jack the Blade to arrive in person! At that point, everything will finally be over! Yes, completely over!

RRRIP...

He ripped open his tattered clothes, revealing a gaunt body that, while withered, was disturbingly strange. Countless Magic Runes were densely inscribed upon it. He then smeared them with the dark red blood from his hands, and instantly, the runes lit up, projecting a harsh elemental glow.

BUZZ! BUZZ!

The piercing elemental radiance and the dark red blood intermingled, creating an unbelievably terrifying aura. It was thick and wild, like the oppressive calm before a true storm. The onlookers almost thought they could hear a wind giant roaring in their ears!

Under these circumstances, Amotig’s eyes turned blood-red as he let out a horrifying shriek. A shocking scene unfolded as the dense elemental light converged like a tide, pouring into the palm of his hand.

Perhaps because of this, Amotig’s already grievously injured and decrepit body seemed unable to bear the strain. A great spray of blood burst from him.

”S-Level Wind Element Magic: Giant of Wind!” Yet beneath the blood mist, the old man’s savage face twisted, his murderous gaze locked firmly on Chen Fei. Then, a chilling roar shook everyone’s eardrums.

”ROAR!”

Instantly, a Wind Elemental Giant, at least several meters tall, appeared before them like a Divine Spirit, unleashing a roar toward the sky as it conjured a massive Storm Tornado. Its fists were as large as millstones, shimmering with an innumerable number of scalp-numbing wind blades. Its body was as colossal as the dinosaurs of legend, making ordinary bears and hippos seem miniature in comparison.

The most terrifying part, however, was its eyes: cold, merciless, and completely devoid of emotion, yet possessing a chilling, primal ferocity and cruelty.

RUMBLE...

The ground where the Giant of Wind stood erupted with the deafening sound of a raging storm, bringing a look of triumphant satisfaction to Amotig’s distorted face. He actually let me summon my most powerful Wind Magic, the S-Level Giant of Wind. This gives me hope. I can finally destroy this foolish Easterner.

It was well known that the greatest weakness of magic-wielding Ability Users was the time their spells required to cast—a window their enemies could exploit. However, their greatest strength was also their magic, because once unleashed, it was overwhelmingly destructive, something not even experts a full level stronger dared to underestimate.

And now, this foolish Easterner had made such a fatal mistake.

May God be praised!

This time, I’d like to see what you have left to fight back with. With this thought, a sneer of contempt crept onto Amotig’s pale, grim face, now marred by blood and dishevelment. He stared coldly at Chen Fei and gave a slight wave of his hand.

”ROAR!”

Instantly, the very air where the Giant of Wind stood began to vibrate as countless wind blades swept toward Chen Fei. Even more terrifying, the Giant of Wind itself moved. With incredible speed and agility, a fist the size of a millstone appeared above Chen Fei’s head in an instant, plummeting down with furious force!

This scene made the few remaining Crimson Fang assassins’ eyes narrow. One by one, their faces twisted into malevolent laughs.

”Foolish Easterner, you dare challenge the might of our Crimson Fang! Die! Oh, perhaps God will take a liking to an overconfident fool like you, hahaha...”

”Xingyi Fist Tiger Form, Tiger Roar!”

The next sound seemed to shatter their eardrums. They felt the roar of the king of beasts, a ferocious tiger shaking the very forests, suddenly ripple through the air. Chen Fei dropped to all fours in a pouncing stance, then abruptly twisted his waist and rose, smashing his fist forward.

It was just like a tiger swiping its paw down on its prey.

His fist collided fiercely with the giant’s plummeting fist, erupting in an unbelievably powerful shockwave.

BANG!

SPURT!

Both Chen Fei and the Giant of Wind seemed to suffer a massive impact. Their bodies trembled violently before flying backward. During this exchange, a look of horror crossed Amotig’s face as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, making him look even more wretched.

”How... how is this possible?! He actually withstood a punch from the Giant of Wind with his physical body alone.” However, he had no time to process it, instead murmuring in terror.

One had to understand, that was S-Level Magic of Wind—the Giant of Wind! To call such a monster’s body frighteningly powerful would be an understatement. Yet now, a normal human had met it head-on, matching its raw physical might… What the hell kind of monster is this? How can he be so freakishly strong?

If even Amotig was this stunned, the other surviving Crimson Fang assassins were utterly dumbfounded. The shock and horror on their faces were beyond words. Not even in their wildest dreams could they have imagined something so outrageous.