Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

On the martial stage.

Sun Zhe saw the astonishing Sword Qi launched by Qi Jie flying towards him. He immediately held his sword vertically in front, using it as a shield to block.

The Sword Qi struck the great sword as if whipping a board of iron with straw, causing no ripples at all.

”Goodness, this great sword seems quite decent as a shield!”

Sun Zhe couldn’t help but secretly praise himself, suddenly gathering strength in both arms, raising the great sword across as he charged forward fiercely, while also pushing the Witch’s Step to the limit.

As he slashed across, Qi Jie in front of him was instantly cut in half at the waist!

However.

He didn’t feel any sense of cutting through a solid object, instead, it was like slashing through air.

Because what he cut through was merely an afterimage of Qi Jie left in place!

The immense sense of misjudgment made it impossible for him to stop in time, as his body staggered forward totteringly, and he had not yet steadied himself when a slight chill suddenly came from his neck.

Qi Jie, who had somehow appeared behind him, had already placed the long sword in his hand against Sun Zhe’s neck.

”You lost.”

Sun Zhe steadied his feet, showing a bitter smile on his face, turning slowly to look at Qi Jie.

”I admit defeat wholeheartedly.”

”Bam!”

Qi Jie, expressionless, thrust a palm onto his chest, driving strong True Qi directly into him, sending him flying heavily off the stage.

As Sun Zhe fell off the stage, after a brief silence, the entire place suddenly erupted in thunderous cheers!

In an instant, everyone looked at Qi Jie as if gazing upon a deity.

While the look at Sun Zhe was like watching a clown.

”Such a show-off, knocked off the stage in under a minute!”

”Is this supposed to be a joke?”

”So what if he’s the Martial Hero with forty-seven consecutive wins in the Body Refining District? Coming to the Qi Refining District, he can only lie down!”

”...”

...

Chen Ruolong quickly squeezed through the crowd to help Sun Zhe up from the ground, worriedly asking, ”Boss, are you alright?”

Sun Zhe shook his head, calmly stood up, rubbed his chest with his hand, and looked up at Qi Jie on the stage with eyes full of reluctance.

But besides reluctance, he also felt quite helpless.

Not to mention wielding a sword that weighed fifteen hundred catties, even without that cumbersome sword, under the suppression of the Spiritual Pressure Treasure Ring on his cultivation strength, he didn’t consider himself necessarily to be Qi Jie’s match either.

Chen Ruolong sighed, ”Alas, Boss, this sword of yours is really... a hindrance!”

But Sun Zhe shook his head, saying, ”A loss is a loss, nothing to do with the sword. I must say, this Qi Jie is indeed a Sword Dao genius.”

Chen Ruolong comforted, ”True, under the premise of comparable strength and realm, losing to a genius like Qi Jie isn’t a disgrace. Just continue the challenge tomorrow.”

At this moment.

On the martial stage.

Qi Jie stared at the great sword Sun Zhe left on the ground, with a thoughtful expression, suddenly bent down and grabbed the hilt with one hand, trying to lift it up.

”Ugh!”

Unexpectedly, as he exerted force, the Mountain-Suppressing Sword only budged slightly upwards.

”This sword is indeed... heavier than I imagined.”

”Why would that guy bring such a heavy sword onto the stage?”

For a moment, he thought Sun Zhe was very frightening and very determined.

Just this sword alone, if it were him, he would struggle just to lift it, let alone wield it at will.

He truly couldn’t imagine how terrifying it would be if someone could wield such a heavy sword at will?

Thinking about the numerous fans watching below, he could only stubbornly grab the hilt with both hands and heaved it up, then step by heavy step walked to the edge of the martial stage and threw the sword in front of Sun Zhe.

A thunderous boom!

The floor cracked, stones flew!

Several female martial artists nearby who were mocking Sun Zhe for overreaching instantly shut their mouths, looking incredulously at the great sword that broke the ground.

Gradually, the surrounding boisterous crowd also quieted down, everyone dumbfoundedly looking at Sun Zhe, starting to feel their scalp tingle.

Sun Zhe paid no attention to others’ gazes, bent down and picked up the great sword, hoisting it onto his shoulder, then looked at Qi Jie on the stage, nodding slightly.

Qi Jie gave Sun Zhe a deep look, clapped his hands together and said, ”Thank you for letting me win.”

Sun Zhe smiled and said, ”Pity there’s only one chance to get on stage each day. I’ll be back tomorrow to seek your guidance.”

Qi Jie smiled and said, ”As long as I’m still on stage, you’re welcome to come up for a bout anytime.”

”...”

...

Upon leaving the Martial Arts District, Sun Zhe did not put the great sword back into the White Jade Ring, but took out a rope, slinging the great sword obliquely on his back.

This sword is not only very heavy, but also suppresses him, so what he wants to do now is to keep the sword with him at all times, trying to quickly adapt to its weight.

Back at the medical pavilion in the trading district, Sun Zhe stayed alone in a small cubicle, lifting the sword with one hand, clumsily and slowly swinging it.

He performed this simple swinging action over and over until his arms ached, then switched to the other hand, repeating the cycle.

”Ruolong, starting now, I have to swing my sword three thousand times a day. You’ll supervise.”

”Okay!”

Chen Ruolong looked on with eyes full of admiration, extremely impressed by Sun Zhe’s perseverance, so he didn’t disturb him further, and quietly sat outside the medical pavilion, waiting for patrons.

Time passed by little by little.

About an hour later.

Sitting in the chair at the entrance, Chen Ruolong, nodding off, suddenly heard the crisp sound of high heels, reflexively looking up, but in the next moment, froze again.

The visitor was a woman.

A woman so beautiful that words could hardly describe.

To be precise, it was not just a woman, but a goddess!

”You... hello, do you need anything?”

The woman before him exuded an invisibly icy aura that even with such beauty and perfect figure, Chen Ruolong dared not look too much, even speaking with some timidity.

The stunning woman remained expressionless, looking at Chen Ruolong who dared not even face her, felt a bit disappointed, and said blandly, ”Are you the Pavilion Master of this Undying Pavilion?”

Chen Ruolong hurriedly shook his head, ”No, no, I’m not! I’m just a disciple of the Undying Pavilion. Are you looking for the Pavilion Master?”

”Yes. Is he in?”

”Wait a moment, I’ll go get the Pavilion Master.”

At this moment, Chen Ruolong didn’t even dare to breathe forcefully, not wanting at all to face this woman who seemed filled with oppressive aura, and immediately fled into the small cubicle, finding Sun Zhe, who was practicing swordplay bare-chested and sweating heavily.

”Boss, there’s a guest, I think it’s a big one.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe put down the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, let out a long breath, then unhurriedly dressed and took a towel to wipe his sweat.

Chen Ruolong seemed a bit anxious, urging, ”Come on Boss, go greet the guest, I’ll clean up the room.”

”Look at you, were you scared?”

”Oh, hurry up!”

Sun Zhe looked at him with full of doubts, put down the towel casually, turned, and walked straight out of the small cubicle.

”Hello, I’m the Pavilion Master, may I ask if you need alchemical services or...”

Before he could even finish a sentence, Sun Zhe suddenly froze, staring wide-eyed at the stunning woman in front of him.

”Second Aunt?”

”How did you find this place?”

”...”