Fury Immortal Doctor

Chapter 1199: Want to Play the Hero? You're in the Wrong Place! (Fifth Update)


Feeling the explosive True Yuan emanating from Ling Zhengyang, Shen Qiang, a cultivator at the Yang God Realm, couldn't help but have all his hairs stand on end. He had to admit that if it were a pure contest of True Yuan between the two, Shen Qiang would definitely not be Ling Zhengyang's match.

"How powerful is Ling Zhengyang, to possess such a formidable True Yuan. No wonder he stands at the peak of the Mixed Element Realm and can challenge experts at the Dao Fruit Stage!"

"He truly deserves to be called a battle fanatic; this Ling Zhengyang is incredibly strong!"

Almost at the moment when everyone was awe-struck by Ling Zhengyang's might,

they were shocked to discover that the awe-inspiring Ling Zhengyang, when looking at the Evil Spirit, showed not disdain but a trace of fear.

It was almost simultaneously.

All the cultivators watched in horror as they

saw a blood-like mist slowly emanating from the Evil Spirit, who was making a drawing motion with his sword.

But that was not all.

Even more astonishing, the previously sharp Sword Force had disappeared.

Only the blood-water-like mist swirled around the Evil Spirit.

Additionally, what seemed slow was, in reality, exceedingly fast.

The blood-like mist quickly transformed the originally shadowy Evil Spirit into a vivid crimson, as if drenched in blood. The blood-stained armor and the entire form gradually became clearer.

He was a man with a cold and unyielding face, eyes like frost, exuding an unrestrained aura of absolute dominion over everything. He softly spoke,

"I have fought a hundred battles on the yellow sand, never once defeated!"

Ling Zhengyang watched him in shock.

At that moment, a breeze arose.

The blood-like mist dripped from the Evil Spirit, as if soaked in blood.

"Impossible, you can't be this strong!" Ling Zhengyang roared, charging at the Evil Spirit with a mighty punch, akin to a War God's hammer, crushing everything in its path!

But in the blink of an eye, staring at the mountain-like overwhelming Fury of True Yuan rushing forward, the blood-drenched Evil Spirit smiled.

"The finer the needle, the sharper it is; you've lost."

Swoosh!

In an instant, everyone only saw a flash of red light before their eyes.

The blood-drenched Evil Spirit had disappeared from the spot.

Whoosh!

The yellow leaves shattered into a dozen pieces, scattering with the wind.

The terrifying True Yuan, like a sky-scouring flame, dissipated into nothing.

Ling Zhengyang, with a Taoist-style topknot, stared dumbfounded as his topknot flew upwards, distinctly feeling a brief chill brush over his scalp.

Bang!

His severed topknot fell to the ground.

With his hair unbound, it flowed down his shoulders.

Simultaneously,

everyone present was astounded to witness the blood-drenched Evil Spirit now standing behind Ling Zhengyang, exuding an imposing presence like a mountain, with a contemptuous smile at the corner of his mouth.

Puff!

The tall and burly Ling Zhengyang suddenly bled from his legs, then collapsed to his knees with a thud.

"Impossible! I lost to Shen Qiang's Evil Spirit?"

Ling Zhengyang found it hard to accept.

Meanwhile,

he watched in shock as the blood-drenched Evil Spirit began to sheath his sword and approached Shen Qiang, who was seated in a chair, then knelt respectfully and reported, "Reporting to the master, the enemy has knelt, Yuwen Sabao here to report."

Shen Qiang smiled and softly said, "Thank you for your efforts, you may leave now."

Upon hearing this,

the blood-drenched Evil Spirit gradually faded away, and the armor returned to the box.

All the cultivators present stared in stunned silence at the disheveled Ling Zhengyang kneeling on the ground, speechless and shocked.

"Unfair!" Ling Zhengyang suddenly shouted angrily from his kneeling position, "Shen Qiang! You despicable person, relying on the Evil Spirit's power, what skill is that? If you have the ability, face me fairly yourself!"

Following his words, several messages instantly appeared in the previously silent Immortal Realm Forum livestream room.

"Despicable, relying on the Evil Spirit to win, what skill is that!"

"Shameful, face him yourself if you have the skill!"

"Heartbroken, sob sob sob, Ling Zhengyang actually lost to Shen Qiang's Evil Spirit! This is unfair!"

At that moment,

Shen Qiang, seated in his chair, looked somewhat bored at Ling Zhengyang and spoke in an exceptionally calm and indifferent tone, "Crying unfair because you lost? Think I should trade fists with you to be fair? But have you considered if that's fair to me?"

"You're standing at the peak of the Mixed Element Realm, and I've just entered the Yang God Realm, essentially two Great Realms higher than me, an obvious divide on the path of cultivation which everyone in the cultivation world understands. Are you telling me you don't know that in a True Yuan contest, the higher realm wins? So you barged in front of my house, yelling I'm a coward, that I'm too afraid to fight you one-on-one, did you ever think if that's fair?"

In an instant, Ling Zhengyang's face turned deathly pale.

Shen Qiang rose with a calm demeanor and said proudly, "Get lost quickly, I've seen plenty of shameless people like you who scream 'justice' when they win and cry 'unfair' when they lose. Do all the world's morals belong to you? Stop embarrassing yourself here, okay?"

As Shen Qiang arrogantly walked away, Ling Zhengyang furiously shouted, "Shen Qiang, you stop right there! Our duel isn't over!"

"You've already lost," Shen Qiang replied calmly.

"Relying on the Evil Spirit to win, what skill is that?" Ling Zhengyang shouted.

Shen Qiang laughed, "Are you brainless? The Sword Saint also wins by relying on his sword. They're all Magical Treasures, are you saying his victories don't count?"

Ling Zhengyang was dumbfounded, for a long time, until Shen Qiang shook his head and left.

He suddenly burst into tears, shouting, "Shen Qiang! You stop right there! I've lost, I accept my defeat! Come, kill me! Only then is it a duel; leaving, what does that mean? Do you think I, Ling Zhengyang, can't handle losing?"

Hearing this, Shen Qiang turned his head, coldly looking at the kneeling, disheveled Ling Zhengyang, and said very calmly, "The reason I don't kill you is because Xu Nan is someone who values kindness, and I don't want her to feel a shred of sadness or any mental burden."

"Coward!" Ling Zhengyang shouted angrily, "You cowardly turtle, you're afraid to kill me! Come on, kill me then!"

Shen Qiang, who was about to walk away, stopped in his tracks and then spoke calmly and indifferently.

"I once had a girlfriend, I thought if I gave her everything, she should naturally love me. But she chose to leave me, and back then I naively thought I should die in front of her so she would regret it for a lifetime."

Coldly staring at the stupefied Ling Zhengyang, Shen Qiang said with extreme calm, "But in reality, she wouldn't. She'd have a new boyfriend, and she would choose to live happily ever after. So if you, Ling Zhengyang, want to die, you can take your own life right now."

Whoosh!

A fine steel surgical knife embedded itself in the ground in front of Ling Zhengyang.

Shen Qiang said calmly, "Slit your wrist with the knife, smash your own skull with your palm, these aren't issues for you, they're very easy, but I'm reminding you now, if you die, it will only make me happy."

With a contemptuous sneer, Shen Qiang said, "As I mentioned before, in the class monitor's eyes, I'm a poor student, a piece of garbage; in my eyes, the class monitor is just an idiot who knows only how to do homework. And in my eyes, you're not even a worthy opponent, merely a spoiled, immature fool at most."

"Incapable of understanding even the fundamental instinct of survival clung to by even ants, completely driven by emotions, what qualifications do you have to be my opponent?"

Turning away, Shen Qiang pulled Xu Nan, who was standing stunned beside him, and said indifferently, "Go seek your own death; maybe then, the person you care about will cry in my arms. But what have I lost? By failing to see through such things, you'll never have the qualifications to contend with me for anything."

"Even if you wish to play the hero, you've come to the wrong place."

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