Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 272: No One Is Simple

"I’m just stating facts," Xia Liu said helplessly with a wave of his hand.

"Stating facts? I think you’re asking for death!"

"Old Xiong, forget it, just consider this round a loss for me, don’t provoke Xia Liu."

"And what if I provoke him? I still want to kill him!" Ouyang Xiong said furiously.

The crowd on the field was puzzled by Ouyang Xiong’s words.

They could not understand why the usually amiable Ouyang Xiong was so angry.

"Forget it, I don’t care anymore, do as you please." Fang Huasheng truly did not want to speak this time.

"My friend, no need to be angry. A small fry like him, Qingjie can handle," Tianjue said understandingly upon sighting Ouyang Xiong this way.

After all, his grandson’s fiancee was taken by Xia Liu, which left him no place to save face.

"Kid! Your opponent is me! If you want my master to make a move, go back and cultivate for another hundred years!"

Although Qingjie appeared calm on the surface, his anger was already soaring. Xia Liu’s continuous disrespect towards him, his master, and the Taiji Sect was intolerable.

If he did not beat him to the point of being unrecognizable by his own parents, he truly wouldn’t change.

"Young man, if you can defeat my chief disciple, then I will exchange a couple moves with you," Tianjue said with a smile.

"Qingjie, feel free to beat him to a pulp, if he dies I’ll take responsibility."

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"At your command!"

With Ouyang Xiong’s order, Qingjie was now free to show his full capabilities.

People like Xia Liu, he could extinguish thirty of them in one go. Usually, those who dared to disrespect the Taiji Sect only had two outcomes.

One is to spend the rest of their life on a sickbed.

The other is to lie in a coffin, with the grass above their burial mound taller than the people themselves.

"Alright, but let me make it clear up front, if I win against you, our Spearhead Team can claim victory," Xia Liu said, still dismissing Qingjie, his gaze fixed straight on Tianjue.

"Of course," Tianjue said, nodding.

"In that case, please make your move, brother Qingjie."

"I’m certainly not your brother; die!"

With a roar, Qingjie spread his palms wide, revealing the Taiji Sect’s powerful move, the Baji Palm!

"Wow! The chief disciple is going to kill Xia Liu with that rhythm—the Baji Palm with no mercy!"

"Hmph! A palm strike to send this brat to heavens would be fitting! Daring to disrespect the Taiji Sect!"

"I think killing him isn’t a good idea. We should torture him properly, first break his limbs, then twist off his jaw, so he can’t beg for mercy."

…

On the field, the disciples of the Taiji Sect saw Qingjie using his full strength and instantly burst into exhilaration.

In the Heaven Slaying Troops, more than half were Taiji Sect disciples, so no one felt pity for Xia Liu.

"Haha! A full-strength strike from a Mysterious Rank Mid-Level martial artist! Xia Liu’s a goner!"

"Hehe, let’s see how he can be arrogant now!"

Niu Zhenjie and Jiang Wenqiang whispered fervently.

"Mmm, the Baji Palm is indeed powerful, but gathering energy for so long, if I were the enemy, you’d probably be the one lying down," Xia Liu said helplessly shaking his head as he observed Qingjie.

"Damn!"

Qingjie’s fury grew even more with Xia Liu’s words. He could perform the Baji Palm in a mere second, and the reason he hadn’t immediately moved was an internal struggle over whether to kill Xia Liu with one palm strike or not.

Now it seemed there was no need to ponder; failing to kill him would be letting down both the Taiji Sect and himself.

"Ha!"

With a fierce shout, Qingjie’s movement technique flickered, leaving a lingering image on the stage.

With just a blink, he flashed in front of Xia Liu, throwing a palm strike filled with Inner Qi viciously at him.

A slight smile curled the corners of Xia Liu’s mouth as he suddenly twisted his feet, moving his entire body to the right, while simultaneously giving Qingjie a kick.

Not only did Qingjie’s punch miss, but to his astonishment, Xia Liu’s kick sent him tumbling off the platform.

Qingjie, sprawled beneath the platform, stared blankly at his hands and then back at the platform.

He couldn’t understand what had happened—he had been knocked off the platform just like that...

The crowd on-site was equally shocked, Xia Liu had actually kicked Qingjie, who was at the King of Soldiers Level, off the platform with a single kick...

"Damn it! How is that even possible?" Niu Zhenjie and Jiang Wenqiang’s eyes were wide with disbelief.

They had imagined a hundred scenarios of Xia Liu’s death or serious injury.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be Qingjie who was defeated...

"I don’t accept this! Another round!"

Qingjie hastily called out from below the platform.

It wasn’t just him, none of the disciples of Taiji Sect were convinced.

How could Xia Liu be so shameless, resorting to such a sneaky kick to defeat Qingjie.

However, they hadn’t closely observed the process of Xia Liu kicking Qingjie off, which was clearly not something an ordinary person could achieve.

"A loss is a loss, there’s no disgrace in that. If you can’t handle defeat, then don’t step inside the ring," Pan Jiang said sternly.

"Exactly, if you can’t win, stay off the platform!"

"Haha! Xia Liu is really awesome, he even managed to kick Qingjie, who’s at the King of Soldiers Level, off the platform."

Following Pan Jiang’s words, members of the Spearhead Team began to chime in.

They had previously disliked Xia Liu, but now things were different.

They didn’t loathe him, but they weren’t fond of him either. Perhaps they would accept him if Xia Liu could win the duel.

"Haha, now it’s your turn to be unable to handle defeat, huh? See? Even an ordinary member of the Spearhead can defeat your King of Soldiers," said Niu Zhenjie, now looking forward to Xia Liu winning the match.

If he could then defeat Xia Liu afterward, wouldn’t that imply he was stronger than Xia Liu?

As he saw it, if Xia Liu could win, it was surely by fluke. If the arena were any bigger, even a low-level Yellow-Rank martial artist could defeat him because he’d have nowhere to run!

"Qingjie, go to the side and rest for now." Just as Qingjie was about to bellow out, Tianjue slowly spoke up.

"Yes, Master!"

"Young man, you’re quite remarkable!" Facing Xia Liu, Tianjue couldn’t help but express his admiration.

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"Everyone is remarkable in their own way."

"Who is your teacher, and what is your purpose here?"

"I’m unaffiliated with any sect, and my purpose here is simple—to win the duel, and to offer General Ouyang a small apology," explained Xia Liu leisurely.

"Hmph! Wishful thinking to win the duel! An apology? You might as well apologize in heaven," Ouyang Xiong said, completely dismissive of Xia Liu.

To him, such insolent youths were all too common, and each one eventually got put in their place.

The onlookers watching Xia Liu and Ouyang Xiong were suddenly flooded with confusion.

No wonder Ouyang Xiong was furious; there was a history between him and Xia Liu.

They were curious about the nature of their feud that was serious enough to invoke Ouyang Xiong’s murderous intent.

"Let me handle this friend of yours," Tianjue said, aware of the issues between Xia Liu and the Ouyang Family, but he suspected things weren’t that straightforward.

Xia Liu had seen through his level of cultivation, and there must be some trickery involved.

"You claim to have no sect, so who would stand up for you if I crippled you?"

"General Fang, I am his grandson-in-law, he wouldn’t want to see me crippled."

"Xia Liu, enough with your arrogance. Know your limits, don’t soar too high," Huasheng said with a helpless, wry smile.

"Haha, Old Fang, your grandson-in-law sure has a personality, but I always keep my promises—I’ll cripple him." With a boisterous laugh and without giving Huasheng a chance to intervene, Tianjue leaped down to the platform...