Medical and Martial God-Chapter 309 Return My Pretty Fist

"What’s the matter? Scared?"

Seeing the smile fade from Ye Xiu’s face, Shen Songshan thought he was frightened and sneered, "It’s too late to be afraid now. You should have foreseen this outcome when you dared to make an enemy of the Shen Family."

"Great-grandfather, stop wasting your breath on him. Just kill him quickly," Shen Shicheng urged. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"As long as Ye Xiu is alive, the Shen Family will never know peace. Delays could lead to complications. Great-grandfather, make your move," Shen Monong urged.

"Monong is right, Dad. Only when Ye Xiu is dead can the Shen Family truly rest easy," Shen Qilin said.

"You can’t kill him!" Shen Shijie panicked. Suppressing his fear of Shen Songshan and Shen Qilin, he pleaded, "Grandfather, Father, Ye Xiu cannot be killed! He is the hope of our Xuanse medical community..."

SLAP!

Shen Qilin cut Shen Shijie off with a slap, leaving a clear red handprint on his face and sending him spinning to the ground. He scolded, "Such foolish mercy! If Ye Xiu doesn’t die, the Shen Family will be destroyed. How did I ever father such a worthless dog like you?"

"There are ways to make Ye Xiu drop his thoughts of revenge against the Shen Family without having to kill him." After being slapped, Shen Shijie found his courage, climbing to his feet and saying, "Crippling his Martial Prowess and breaking his legs would suffice. We can spare his life and his hands so he can treat the poor. This would be an act of virtue for the Shen Family."

"Shut up!" Shen Qilin yelled in disgust. "If you plead for Ye Xiu again, I’ll kill you first."

Shen Monong hurried over to reason with him. "Dad, don’t say anymore. It’s not worth losing your life over someone like Ye Xiu."

"Alas!" Shen Shijie sighed and looked at Ye Xiu apologetically. "Divine Doctor Ye, I’m sorry. I can’t save you."

"You can’t save me, but I can save myself. However, you did manage to save yourself, and Shen Monong," Ye Xiu said.

These words left Shen Shijie, Shen Monong, Shen Songshan, Shen Qilin, and Shen Shicheng feeling both impressed and puzzled. They couldn’t fathom what a man on the brink of death meant by that.

"Enough, let’s not waste any more time!" Shen Songshan’s expression darkened as he commanded, "Qilin, do it. Just injure him severely. After I’ve examined his left arm, it won’t be too late to kill him."

He hadn’t told the Gun God about Ye Xiu’s capture because he wanted to claim all the credit for it himself. Besides, Ye Xiu’s left arm was worth 200 million in gold, and that bounty was still active.

"I’ve been waiting for you to say that, Dad." Upon receiving the order, Shen Qilin unleashed a lightning-fast whip kick with his right leg. He was already right beside Ye Xiu, and the kick was aimed directly at his chest.

Seeing this, Shen Songshan furrowed his brow. That kick is too fast and powerful. I hope he doesn’t accidentally kill Ye Xiu.

Shen Monong and Shen Shicheng started to laugh. They had learned yesterday that both Shen Qilin and Shen Songshan were masters whose abilities surpassed the War God level. A kick like that could definitely injure Ye Xiu gravely. If Shen Songshan hadn’t wanted to keep Ye Xiu alive for a bit longer, that single kick could have killed him on the spot.

Shen Shijie sighed. He was quite fond of Ye Xiu. What a pity.

"Those arthritic old legs of yours are too slow. Have a taste of my foot instead!" Ye Xiu disregarded Shen Qilin’s kick and countered with a side kick of his own. He struck second but landed first. Before Qilin’s leg could even touch him, the sole of his size 43 shoe had already stamped onto Qilin’s face.

BANG!

Struck in the face, Shen Qilin flew backward like a fired Shell and crashed into the metal wall. The terrifying force of the impact even left a dent in it.

SPURT!

Shen Qilin spat out a mouthful of blood, staring at Ye Xiu in shock. "You... you... This is impossible! How are you so strong?"

Shen Songshan was startled by Ye Xiu’s kick. Although Shen Qilin hadn’t used his full strength, that leg attack could have severely injured any War God. Yet Ye Xiu had managed to counter-attack and send Shen Qilin flying. Clearly, Ye Xiu’s strength was also above the War God level.

My God! Ye Xiu is a monster! To have strength surpassing a War God at only twenty-six years old?

Shen Monong and Shen Shicheng couldn’t even follow the speed of Ye Xiu’s kick. Seeing Shen Qilin sent flying made their hearts skip a beat in terror. This was especially true for Shen Monong. She suddenly remembered that night in the restaurant when she had asked Shen Tiangao to give her Ye Xiu’s corpse, only for Ye Xiu to kill Shen Tiangao instead. Don’t tell me the tables are going to turn just like that night...

Shen Shijie was no longer worried about Ye Xiu. He now found himself worrying for Shen Songshan and Shen Qilin.

"Qilin, stop holding back! This kid also has strength beyond a War God! Use your full power!" Shen Songshan said grimly.

"Understood!" Shen Qilin spat out a broken molar, wiped the blood dripping from his nose, and charged angrily toward Ye Xiu. However, just as he got close, before he could even launch an attack, his face took dozens of punches from Ye Xiu, and he was sent flying backward once again.

SPURT...

Shen Qilin spewed out more blood, panting heavily, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief. By this time, his face had been pummeled beyond recognition.

"What... what kind of fist technique is that?" Shen Songshan asked in shock.

Just now, he had witnessed Ye Xiu land seventy-two punches on Shen Qilin’s face in an instant. The attack was so fast he could barely follow it. With such astonishing speed, even I wouldn’t have been able to dodge.

"This move is called..." Ye Xiu thought for a moment before saying, "’Return My Pretty Punch.’"

Shen Songshan: "..."

Shen Qilin: "..."

Shen Shijie, Shen Monong, Shen Shicheng: "..."

What the hell kind of name is that? Anyone who attended even a single day of elementary school wouldn’t pick something so ridiculous.

"Qilin, can you still fight? It looks like we’ll have to team up today. Otherwise, we won’t be able to kill him." As he spoke, Shen Songshan’s right hand swept to his waist, drawing a Fine Steel Soft Sword.

"I can still fight. His Leg Techniques and fist style are fast, but they lack power," Shen Qilin said gravely. With a wave of his hand, he telekinetically pulled the sword from Shen Shicheng’s grasp into his own.

"Attack!" Shen Songshan roared, leading the charge. The Fine Steel Soft Sword danced like a dream, creating nine afterimages. Shen Qilin attacked at the same time, his Swordsmanship a perfect mirror of Shen Songshan’s.

"You dare show off such trashy Swordsmanship in front of me?" Ye Xiu looked disdainful. With a flick of his wrist, the Bronze Sword he’d taken from Chai Wenjin at the Heavenly Dragon Sect flew into his hand from the floor.

He slashed once.

A torrent of Sword Qi roared out like a raging storm. Before Shen Songshan and Shen Qilin could even get close, both of their right arms exploded into a Blood Mist.

"AHH—"

Shen Songshan and Shen Qilin screamed. Their forward charge screeched to a halt, and they scrambled backward in retreat.

"What... what kind of Swordsmanship is that?!" Shen Songshan roared, his voice laced with terror.