Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Five

Long Xiaoshan looked over, and the one making a fuss was indeed the pock-marked man he had taught a lesson yesterday.

So the saying goes, beat the child, and the elder comes knocking.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly and said, "Master Wei, have you come because of your son?"

Wei Zhentian replied indifferently, "Correct, was it you who broke my son's leg?"

Of course, he wouldn't admit that his plan to seize Bai's Medicinal Materials had also been foiled by Long Xiaoshan; after all, that wasn't something to be proud of.

Long Xiaoshan said, "It was me, but your son instigated the fight, intending to cripple me, so naturally, I had to strike back."

"Even if my son started it, it's not your place, an outsider, to teach him a lesson. You must give me, Wei someone, an explanation," Wei Zhentian said coolly.

"How overbearing."

Long Xiaoshan sneered as well, "What kind of explanation do you want?"

"Cripple your own legs and kneel to kowtow three times to my son. Let's consider the matter settled then."

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Wei Zhentian's words, Long Xiaoshan burst out laughing, "What an impressive Weifeng Martial Arts School, truly majestic and domineering. Fine, since that's the case, there's nothing more to say. Let's see what you, Wei Zhentian, are capable of, to break my legs."

Standing behind him, Bai Xuehen grabbed Long Xiaoshan and stepped forward, urgently saying, "Master Wei, Big Brother Wei, this is a misunderstanding; I think we should let it go."

Wei Loong glared at Bai Xuehen with malice, "Xuehen, I haven't asked you yet, how did this kid end up in your home."

Wei Loong was very displeased; the woman he desired was apparently with the man who had broken his leg.

Bai Susu frowned even more, "Xuehen, why are you calling that man 'Big Brother'? When did you start practicing martial arts?"

"Mom, it's a long story, I'll explain later," said Bai Xuehen, feeling helpless.

She had her reasons for joining the Martial Arts School, but now facing the imminent fight between Long Xiaoshan and Wei Zhentian, she could no longer keep it hidden.

She had joined the school for a month now and had once seen Wei Zhentian training at the Martial Arts School, bursting a sandbag with a punch. That kind of power frightened her; she feared Long Xiaoshan might be beaten to death if he went up.

Bai Susu nodded slightly, aware that the most important thing right now was to prevent the fight between Long Xiaoshan and Wei Zhentian.

She spoke softly, "Master Wei, Xiaoshan is my guest. I beg you to be lenient and not quarrel with a junior. As for the compensation for your son's injuries, I can handle it all..."

Before she could finish, Long Xiaoshan cut her off.

"Auntie Su, this has nothing to do with you. I've disciplined this scum, and now it seems the lesson wasn't enough. Since this shameless elder wants to make a scene, I might as well break one of his legs too," he said.

The indifferent and arrogant words of Long Xiaoshan caused all the disciples of the Martial Arts School to boil with rage.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

"How dare you be so boastful. Who do you think you are?"

"Master, you don't need to deal with this. Let me educate this brash youngster for his parents," said a tall, lean, and stern-looking young man as he stepped forward, positioning himself in a stance ready for combat in front of Wei Zhentian.

Wei Zhentian gave a slight nod.

This was his eldest disciple, Cao Song, who had been training in martial arts with him since childhood. He was his prized disciple, even more talented and stronger than his son, Wei Loong. He intended to have Cao Song manage the Martial Arts School in the future.

Seeing Cao Song ready for battle,

Wei Zhentian said indifferently, "Good, try him out, but be careful."

Even though he couldn't see anything special about Long Xiaoshan's strength, Wang Sihai claimed Long Xiaoshan could dodge bullets, which suggested that Long Xiaoshan's agility should be formidable.

"Don't worry, Master. For a mere country bumpkin who came from the sticks, I'll make him understand the way of the world," Cao Song declared.

Then, Cao Song propelled himself forward like a powerful arrow aimed at Long Xiaoshan.

Long Xiaoshan moved as well, leaping down from the steps.

Bang!

In an instant, the two collided, a muffled sound followed, and a figure was sent flying back at an even faster speed.

"Xiaosong!"

Wei Zhentian's expression changed dramatically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to catch Cao Song as he flew back.

At this moment, Cao Song's chest was torn open with his clothes shattered, a depressed fist mark sunk an inch into his flesh. His face was as pale as gold paper, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. With difficulty, he called out "Master," before fainting away.

Wei Zhentian felt a chill in his heart, his expression turning grave.

He slowly stood and said, "Kid, you've got a really vicious strike."

"Cut the crap. If you're going to make a move, just do it. Why all this pointless talk?" Long Xiaoshan's fighting spirit was surging within him.

He had cultivated the Yue Family Fist Technique and made some achievements.

He hadn't anticipated it when he instinctively used it against Cao Song just now, nor the magnitude of its power.

Indeed, it was a legacy from the Martial Emperor.

The punch just now was just an appetizer; he hadn't even used his True Qi. He also wanted to test to what extent his fist technique could reach.

"Arrogant! A junior, learning a little bit of skill, and you dare to be so disrespectful!" Wei Zhentian was truly enraged at this moment.

"What junior, what senior? Stop playing the age card here. There's no need to be polite to an old guy like you who can't tell right from wrong," Long Xiaoshan said with disdain.

"You little beast! Since you're courting death, I'll grant it to you!"

Wei Zhentian was so angry that the Three Corpse Spirits raged fiercely inside him.

Boom!

As his Inner Strength erupted, every hair on Wei Zhentian's head and beard stood on end, and his palms struck out with a thunderous fury toward Long Xiaoshan.

Without dodging, Long Xiaoshan punched out.

Bang!

A wave of Inner Strength shuddered into Long Xiaoshan's body, forcing him to stagger back over ten steps, his face turning pale for a moment.

Seeing Wei Zhentian's palm drive Long Xiaoshan back,

the Martial Arts School Disciples all shouted with excitement.

Wei Zhentian's face showed pride as he looked down upon Long Xiaoshan, "I'll disable you within three palms!"

"So this is Inner Strength; it's somewhat similar to True Qi, but it's not as pure." Long Xiaoshan felt the force that had surged into his body, and the Longevity Art True Qi flowed from within him, easily dissolving the incoming Inner Strength.

Hearing Wei Zhentian's words, Long Xiaoshan smiled, "Did you think you were the only one with Inner Strength?"

Long Xiaoshan charged swiftly, True Qi billowing and pouring into his fist as he hurled a punch toward Wei Zhentian.

When their fist and palm collided, Wei Zhentian's face showed shock, "Inner Strength? You're also a Huang Level Martial Artist?"

Long Xiaoshan was only so young, and yet he had already cultivated Inner Strength.

No wonder Wei Zhentian was so astonishingly shocked.

What terrified Wei Zhentian even more was the purity of that Inner Strength, which seemed to surpass even his own.

Long Xiaoshan didn't bother with idle talk. This was his first encounter with an Ancient Martial Artist who had cultivated Inner Strength, and his fighting will was overwhelming. He threw his fists out like iron piles, thundering forth. Witnessing the terrifying strength of the punches,

Wei Zhentian's complexion dramatically changed, and he burst forth with all his power, desperately resisting.

Bang bang bang bang!

Their fists and feet collided countless times in an instant, and the onlookers could only see two dark shadows clashing into one, each punch and kick raising fierce winds that shattered the surrounding grass, trees, and even rockeries.

Witnessing such a display,

the onlookers from the Martial Arts School recoiled in horror.

Bai Susu and Bai Xuehen were so tense that they stopped breathing.

Bang!

Suddenly, a figure staggered back seven or eight steps as if drunk, then fell to the ground with a thud.

Wei Zhentian had a fist mark on his chest and abdomen, one of his arms dangling weakly, bones jutting out, his face deathly white as he spat out blood continuously.

In the distance, Wang Sihai, who was hiding in a house and observing the battle through a telescope, was so scared that he dropped the telescope to the ground.