Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor-Chapter 39 - The 39th The Lady in the Red Dress
39: The 39th Chapter: The Lady in the Red Dress
39: The 39th Chapter: The Lady in the Red Dress
Whoa—
Wuxing exhaled and began to shout, like the explosion of spring thunder, a burst of qi abruptly erupted from his mouth, transforming into a Sonic Wave Strike toward Fang Bai, creating ripples in the air as it passed through the space.
Buddhist Lion Roar!
Wuxing once again used this Shaolin ultimate technique against Fang Bai.
At the same time, Wuxing’s left palm struck forward, and his right palm followed, stacking on top of the left.
Both palms then pushed outward, aiming for Fang Bai’s chest.
Great Strength Vajra Palm!
Vajra Pushing Mountain!
Vajra Pushing Mountain was the most powerful technique within the Great Strength Vajra Palm series of Shaolin, where the double-stack of palms doubled the force, capable of breaking stones and splitting steles.
The sonic waves screamed, and the palm wind was fierce.
One after the other, the combined assaults made Fang Bai’s clothes flutter and his hair dance wildly.
If Wuxing’s opponent had been an ordinary person or a martial artist of mediocre strength, they would have first been dizzy and disoriented by his Sonic Wave Strike, completely losing their focus.
Then, they would have been struck in the chest by his palm, spitting blood, tumbling backwards, and severely wounded.
Then this “sparring match” would have concluded with Fang Bai’s defeat. frёewebηovel.cѳm
Unfortunately for Wuxing, Fang Bai was not an ordinary person, and his strength was not something that a Yellow Level beginner martial artist like Wuxing could match.
Watching Wuxing charge at him like a human tank, a mocking cold smile surfaced on the corners of Fang Bai’s mouth.
“Scram!”
As Wuxing approached within two meters, Fang Bai’s eyebrows raised, cold light burst from his eyes, and he shouted loudly.
Lion’s Roar Sonic Wave!
This shout, similar in essence to Wuxing’s Buddhist Lion Roar, was also intended to shock the opponent’s mind with sound waves.
However, with Fang Bai’s greater strength, he was able to focus his voice into a fine line, exploding directly beside Wuxing’s ears.
The attack was several times more effective than Wuxing’s Buddhist Lion Roar.
It was as if Wuxing had hit an invisible wall, his forward charge abruptly stopping.
His palms remained in a striking pose, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at Fang Bai.
“Both are sonic wave attacks, yet yours is clearly inferior to mine.”
Fang Bai suddenly grinned, his teeth whiter than the moon in the night sky, his gaze more brilliant than the stars in the heavens.
“You…”
Wuxing’s mouth opened and closed, wanting to say something, but he no longer had the chance.
Blood suddenly streamed from his ears, followed by a sensation of the world spinning.
His vision darkened and he slowly collapsed to the ground.
Fang Bai’s Lion’s Roar Sonic Wave had ruptured his eardrums, knocking him out on the spot.
“Junior brother!”
Wuzhen, not knowing the fate of his junior brother, shouted out in alarm, his throat bitter and almost spitting out another mouthful of blood.
“Don’t worry, he won’t die.”
Fang Bai glanced at Wuzhen indifferently and said coldly, “I’m not interested in martial arts sparring, so I hope there won’t be a second time, otherwise someone might actually die.
Goodbye…ugh, rather, better not to meet again!”
After finishing his words, he turned around and strode away.
“To think that there would be such a master in the secular world…”
Wuzhen watched Fang Bai’s retreating figure, his face constantly changing, eyes flickering uncertainly.
Previously, incited by his disciple Mao Qiangwu and by his own fervent passion for martial arts, he had left the mountain with his junior brother Wuxing to confront Fang Bai, hoping to demand justice for his disciple and to vent his frustration.
Unexpectedly, not only did he fail to vent that frustration, but he also suffered a great loss instead.
“This young man’s strength must have surpassed the Yellow Level.
Perhaps only the elders of the Dharma Hall, Prajna Hall, Arhat Hall, Discipline Hall, and Reception Hall could defeat him.
But then again, the elders of the one hall and four temples spend all their years reciting Buddhist scriptures and studying Martial Dao, and unless it’s a matter of life and death or honor of our temple, why would they intervene?”
Wuzhen’s gaze then turned to his junior Wuxing, who lay unconscious on the ground.
He felt a mix of self-reproach and regret.
He sighed softly and began to meditate to recover his energy.
…
Tiangong Grand Hotel, located in a bustling part of Zhongzhou City, is one of the city’s top five-star hotels, frequented by the rich and powerful elite.
Around eight o’clock in the evening, the hotel’s parking lot was filled with luxury cars, and several security guards were sweating profusely as they strove to maintain order.
Outside the hotel, eight young ladies were dressed in matching bright red cheongsams, youthful and beautiful, with shapely figures.
With professional smiles plastered on their faces, they were greeting and bidding farewell to the guests.
A gust of night wind lifted the corners of their cheongsams, revealing long, straight, beautifully-shaped snowy legs, drawing the gaze of many passersby.
Above the grand entrance of the hotel, the glowing sign “Tiangong Grand Hotel” lit up brightly, casting a warm glow across half the sky.
After defeating Wuzhen and Wuxing, Fang Bai journeyed from the abandoned stadium in the suburbs back into town, hastening home along the sidewalk.
As he passed the entrance of Tiangong Grand Hotel, a young woman in a red dress stumbled out, nearly colliding with Fang Bai who swiftly sidestepped.
Frowning, Fang Bai glanced at the woman in red.
She reeked of alcohol, her head hung low, and her disheveled hair obscured half of her face, concealing her features.
Her figure, however, was exquisite, with graceful curves, and her exposed skin was luminous and creamy, more delicate than that of most women in the world.
Looking out of sorts, the woman dashed past Fang Bai toward the parking lot across the street.
She nearly fell on the steps of the sidewalk, stumbling as she went.
“Catch her!”
“Don’t let her get away!”
“The girl that Third Master Liu fancies thinks she can fly away?”
“Third Master Liu said there would be a handsome reward for bringing her back!”
…
Amidst shouts and jeers, three burly men in black tank tops rushed out of Tiangong Grand Hotel, chasing the woman in red like hungry wolves pursuing their prey.
“Miss Xia, Third Master Liu has already prepared a room for you.
How could you leave?
Hehe, come back with us!”
The three burly men blocked the woman in red’s path, two of them smiling sleazily as they grabbed her arms and dragged her back towards the Tiangong Grand Hotel.
When a night breeze lifted the hair from the woman’s face, Fang Bai caught a glimpse of her.
She was a stunning beauty in her twenties, her cheeks flushed with inebriation, eyes glazed, adding to her allure.
“Please…
save me…”
As they passed by Fang Bai, the struggling woman in red suddenly let out a weak plea.
Although her voice was barely audible, Fang Bai, with his acute hearing, heard her loud and clear.
“Hmm?”
Fang Bai looked at the woman in red curiously and then, as he smelled something, his nostrils flared.
His brows furrowed deeply.
The scent emanating from the woman wasn’t just alcohol; it was also the odor of “Illusion Grass.”
