Perspective Medical Genius Young Master

Chapter 1896 - 1885: Severe Injuries

When he sat down and opened his mouth, the others standing beside him all raised their eyebrows.

This match seemed extremely unfavorable to the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School.

"Hmph—"

He did not wait for Jiang Mingye to steady himself before having Yue blast him away. His fists were like two meteors, roaring toward Jiang Mingye.

"Eight Heavenly Springs, Sun and Moon Fall!"

Those sharp fists were like a sun and moon dropping out of the sky all of a sudden.

The immense pressure pressed down on Jiang Mingye’s back, even forcing him into a slight bend.

"Shua shua—"

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Mingye’s longsword began to whirl wildly.

In an instant, a vicious curtain of Sword-light appeared in midair.

"Ding ling—"

Unfortunately, Wen Yue’s Gong Mang was far too overbearing. Before Jiang Mingye could complete his move, the heavenly radiance was shattered and his longsword was smashed apart.

The enormous destructive force made the longsword shudder; Jiang Mingye’s tiger’s mouth went numb with cold and split open in an instant.

In this attack, Jiang Mingye was knocked back fifteen feet.

Because the tiger’s mouth had been split open by the shock, the bones in his arm also suffered severe damage.

At this moment, Jiang Mingye was somewhat unsteady.

Wen Yueming clearly had no intention of giving Jiang Mingye any chance to catch his breath. His figure hardly paused at all, Qi roaring, as he slammed another punch at him.

"Do you think Jiang Mingye will admit defeat?"

Watching Wen Yue again, Ao Cangsheng suddenly asked this question.

"No! Jiang Mingye has a stubborn temperament. If he were to admit defeat, he’d probably rather die first!"

Wei Ziqing answered quickly; from beginning to end, his eyes had never left the platform.

"Ai!"

Hearing Wei Ziqing’s words, Ao Cangsheng sighed inwardly.

Although he had stayed with these people for a month, he still did not fully understand their dispositions.

The reason he asked was to learn Jiang Mingye’s character from the others.

In the current battle, if Jiang Mingye could endure the humiliation and admit defeat, he might yet live.

On the other hand, if Jiang Mingye sat there like a man on a chair, it meant he had chosen to face death head‑on. In that case, this battle would not end well for him.

"Bang—"

As this thought flashed by, Wen Yue’s fist had already smashed into the blade in Jiang Mingye’s hand.

With that punch, the longsword in Jiang Mingye’s hand flew out of his grip, and his body was blasted away as well.

In midair, Jiang Mingye’s eyes widened.

Because not far from him, another bright fist was charging at him with the speed of thunder, fire, and lightning.

There was nowhere in the air to borrow force. Jiang Mingye could only twist his body with one arm, trying to dodge that terrifying punch.

Jiang Mingye even felt that if that fist landed on him, he would never open his eyes again.

"Bang—"

Jiang Mingye’s speed was still a step too slow. Before he could regain his balance, Wen Xiaoyue’s fatal punch had already slammed into his body.

Right after, Jiang Mingye’s body rose up again, like a kite with its string cut, soaring into the sky in a helpless arc.

When he reached a sufficient height, Jiang Mingye was blasted off the Combat Platform in a bloody rain.

Below the platform, the faces of the other eight contestants all turned pale.

They could almost imagine how much pain Jiang Mingye was in at this moment.

In the end, Shen Wei caught Jiang Mingye’s corpse.

By the time Jiang Mingye fell into Shen Wei’s arms, his heart had already been shattered.

A bloody hole gaped in his chest, punched clean through by Yue’s earlier blow.

Even in death, Jiang Mingye’s eyes were still open. In his pupils, shock and unwillingness still flickered.

Looking at this junior who had lived and trained with him for a month, now suddenly dying in his arms, Shen Wei felt his heart twist.

Some time ago, Jiang Mingye had joked with him, saying that if he won, Shen Wei would have to introduce his younger sister to Jiang Mingye.

Back then, Shen Wei had scolded Jiang Mingye, saying he had lost his mind over women and was actually eyeing his own sister.

Shen Wei had laughed as he cursed Jiang Mingye, calling him a toad lusting after swan meat, and telling him not to die on the platform by accident.

No matter what, Shen Wei had never imagined that what was a joke back then would become a prophecy now.

At this moment, Shen Wei wanted to tell Jiang Mingye that he truly hadn’t meant to curse him to death and wanted to apologize.

However, Jiang Mingye would never hear it again.

Blood dyed Shen Wei’s clothes red. Shen Wei’s eyes reddened. He did not shout, nor did he cry.

He held Jiang Mingye’s head tightly, and in an incomparably cold voice said, "I will avenge you."

It had to be said, Jiang Mingye’s death in battle dealt a heavy blow to the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School.

The Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School was not like Luoyun Valley; it did not have that many super geniuses.

Talents like Jiang Mingye were few in the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School. With one dead, there was one less.

Whether the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts Academy would ever have such a chance again was unknown.

Silence, deathly silence.

After this battle, regardless of how the fighting progressed, no one in either academy’s camp wore a smile.

In the end, Baichuan announced the result of the life‑and‑death duel: in the life‑and‑death matches, the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School held the advantage.

At the end of the fighting would be the battle between Celestials.

It could be seen that when it came time for the Celestial‑realm battles, everyone from the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School wore worried expressions.

At the start of the tournament, Luoyun Valley could field Peng Hua and Lv Lingfei, two of the top seven in the aerial rankings.

This time, because Luoyun Valley wanted to target the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School, could they not go all out?

In this way, although Ao Cangsheng could not guess the upper limit of Luoyun Valley disciples’ strength, he could at least infer their lower limit.

"I’ve prepared for this for so long. Let’s begin this Celestial battle."

After half an hour of rest, the referee announced the beginning of the Celestial‑realm battles.

Having seen the brutal fights between the life‑and‑death disciples, almost everyone was certain that the Celestials’ battles would be even more savage and intense.

For safety’s sake, in the first fight, Wu Feiyan took the field for the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School.

Among the five people in the Heaven‑and‑Man realm, Wu Feiyan’s strength was the greatest.

If the Heavenly Dragon Martial Arts School was to win, then Wu Feiyan’s battle was a match they had to take.

Fu Longyi was a Martial Arts expert. He was the most powerful among the many disciples Luoyun Valley had sent.

Perhaps because of bitter seclusion training, Fu Longyi rarely left Luoyun Valley.

Thus, he had not seen many beautiful women.

Now, when he saw Wu Feiyan’s face—cold as ice, flawless as jade, pure as snow—even knowing that Wu Feiyan was his opponent, he still couldn’t help being stunned.

As soon as the two of them leapt onto the stage, Wu Feiyan released her Life Palaces.

Three Life Palaces: two Three‑Star, one Four-star. In terms of talent, she was clearly superior to her seated counterpart.

After Wu Feiyan released hers, everyone’s gaze fell on Fu Longyi.

Many people thought that since the one before him was so gifted, Fu Longyi’s talent would certainly be extraordinary as well.

However, when Fu Longyi actually released his Life Palaces, many couldn’t help sighing in surprise.

Because Fu Longyi’s Life Palaces were not as strong as Wu Feiyan’s. His three Life Palaces were all merely Three‑Star.

Even so, no one dared to look down on Fu Longyi.

Especially when she saw Fu Longyi’s mental state, the strings of Wu Feiyan’s heart tightened slightly.

The tall young man standing before her was extremely calm.

His calmness— even if one were to say that Mount Tai could collapse before him without changing his expression—wouldn’t be enough to describe it.

Previously, Wu Feiyan had already witnessed the states of many contestants.

If they weren’t arrogant, they were savage; not a single one had been able to maintain an absolutely tranquil state of mind while standing on the platform.

But now this big young man had reached an almost unbelievable level.