Ultimate Village Doctor-Chapter 389 - 420 There is a Backup Plan

The two had not gone far.

Outside the Oufeng Villa Area lay a small mountain known as Lu Lake Mountain, which was not tall, standing less than one hundred meters.

Normally, residents of the villa area would come here for leisure, but today it was very quiet, not even the sound of birds could be heard. After about fifteen minutes, the two stood on the peak, overlooking the entire villa area with the city district in the farther distance.

At this moment, the deep autumn mountain breeze blew, rustling the falling leaves. Surrounded by swirling leaves, the two faced each other.

Qiu Haishan said indifferently, "This scenery is quite nice. To use it as your final resting place would be fitting enough."

"Oh? I think it’s more suited for burying an old fart like you," Xiaoshan retorted. Since only one of them would leave alive today, there was no need for Xiaoshan to be polite.

"Courting death!"

Upon hearing Xiaoshan’s words, Qiu Haishan’s face turned red with rage, and he lashed out with a kick toward Xiaoshan. His kick seemed ordinary, not stirring up even a bit of wind, and it didn’t feel particularly powerful.

However, Xiaoshan had a hunch that there was more to Qiu Haishan’s kick than met the eye, so he activated the Vajra Indestructible Technique.

He likewise kicked out.

A cold smirk crossed Qiu Haishan’s face—Xiaoshan actually dared to match kicks with him.

He had intentionally shown some weakness with his kick, luring Xiaoshan into his trap. Now that the fish had taken the bait, as their feet were about to collide, Qiu Haishan’s leg suddenly twitched quickly, and what was an unremarkable move provoked the sound of thunder.

A kick with the force of thunder to dominate mountains and rivers.

Qiu Haishan was confident that his kick would completely shatter one of Xiaoshan’s legs.

Boom!

Their legs collided, and Xiaoshan was sent flying.

Yet Qiu Haishan’s own leg was left feeling numb.

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His eyes widened in surprise—such sturdy legs! This kid was so young but possessed such formidable strength. This was not the Xuan Level Beginner Stage that the family records had indicated. If it were, Xiaoshan would have been dead with one kick.

After being sent flying, Xiaoshan tumbled through the air and landed on the ground, thinking to himself that Qiu Haishan’s inner strength was even deeper than Tie Qiong’s—a truly formidable opponent. If he had not made a breakthrough with his Vajra Indestructible Technique, that kick would have certainly crippled him.

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Qiu Haishan snorted and, with a swift movement, aimed a kick at the head of Xiaoshan, who had not yet regained his footing.

He refused to believe that Xiaoshan’s head was as hard as his feet.

Boom!

This time, there were no feints. With one explosive kick, the sound of ferocious wind and thunder followed, arriving instantly at the side of Xiaoshan’s head. Such a kick could snap even a thick iron bar.

Xiaoshan seemed to be dazed.

He just stood there, motionless, unresponsive.

But the more motionless Xiaoshan was, the more dubious Qiu Haishan felt. On impulse, he pulled back some of his strength. Just as his leg was about to hit Xiaoshan’s head, a burst of red light suddenly flared, like the blazing sun.

The scorching glow of the blade startled Qiu Haishan, causing him to shift his position in the air.

Even so, the saber cut across Qiu Haishan’s body, slicing up fresh blood. Landing, Qiu Haishan found his clothes scorched, beneath which was a charred wound.

His eyes lit up with amazement, "Magic Artifact!"

Xiaoshan inwardly cursed at his luck; the man was too cautious. Xiaoshan had intentionally stayed motionless, risking a lethal kick to the head, just to launch this sneak attack with his saber—and he still managed to only wound Qiu Haishan.

Such an opportunity for a sneak attack only comes once.

If it fails, it can’t be used again.

Qiu Haishan eyed the red precious saber in Xiaoshan’s hand, greed flaring in his gaze. Without a doubt, it was a high-grade magic artifact saber. This kid had such an object, and probably other valuable items on him, too. Moreover, how had Xiaoshan drawn the saber? He hadn’t seen a place on his body to carry a saber.

This man had secrets on him.

Originally, Qiu Haishan came only to kill Long Xiaoshan and help the Qiu Family eliminate a rival.

But now he discovered an unexpected delight—the desire to kill Long Xiaoshan grew even more urgent.

Qiu Haishan drew a short sword.

This sword was only forty centimeters long, pitch-black all over, and radiated a chilling aura, clearly made from extraordinary material.

Facing the Magic Artifact sword, Qiu Haishan naturally couldn’t fight empty-handed anymore, and he didn’t intend to waste any time either, planning to use all his strength to kill Long Xiaoshan.

"Profound Cold Iron," Long Xiaoshan recognized when he saw Qiu Haishan’s short sword, it was actually forged from a high-grade spiritual material. What a pity that the artisan clearly didn’t understand Artifact Refining, squandering the material’s potential by merely crafting an ordinary short sword out of it.

If he could get his hands on that sword, he could completely reforge it into a Magic Artifact or use it as material for setting up an array.

"Die!"

Qiu Haishan stabbed with his sword and, mid-air, it suddenly transformed into over ten sword glimmers.

Without the Heavenly Eye, Long Xiaoshan saw the myriad sword glimmers and couldn’t discern which were real and which were false, feeling that any one of them could take his life.

Long Xiaoshan swung the Flame Precious Saber, chopping through.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

A series of weapon collisions sounded.

The two were locked in fierce combat.

Qiu Haishan’s sword attacks poured down like a torrential rain, continuous and relentless, pushing Long Xiaoshan back again and again. His True Qi had been greatly depleted while treating Bai Susu’s illness, and without the aid of the Heavenly Eye, his strength was not at its peak.

Moreover, he had never learned any specific sword techniques; his knife skills were all evolved from his Spear Technique.

As for Qiu Haishan, his strength was formidable, and his swordsmanship had reached the Tongxuan realm. In fact, Qiu Haishan was known by a moniker—Soul-hook Sword.

A soul-hooking sword, Qiu Haishan.

Thrust!

Constant defense leads to eventual defeat, and after a few breaths, Long Xiaoshan’s arm was pierced by the sword. The bone-piercing chill from the Profound Cold Iron Sword, although not a Magic Artifact, seeped into his body due to its spiritual material nature, causing Long Xiaoshan’s arm to freeze, slowing his reactions by a third.

Thrust! Thrust!

As his movements slowed,

Long Xiaoshan found himself on the defensive, getting struck by several successive blows.

More chilling cold invaded his body.

Seeing Long Xiaoshan’s increasingly stiff movements, Qiu Haishan grinned savagely, "The final blow will send you to the west."

Qiu Haishan’s sword momentum sharply contracted, pressing down before suddenly erupting forth.

A dazzling sword light flared.

A stroke cleaves the rainbow!

It charged straight toward Long Xiaoshan’s head.

He was quite pleased with himself, for Long Xiaoshan had performed far beyond his expectations that day, proving himself to be a genius among geniuses. At just twenty years of age, he possessed such exceptional strength; given time, even Qiu Haishan might have to bow his head in submission. What a pity that there were no what-ifs; today was his, Qiu Haishan’s, victory. To kill such an unparalleled genius and seize his treasures and fortune was a delightful affair indeed.

So delighted that he couldn’t help but want to burst into laughter.

Suddenly, a long spear thrust out from Long Xiaoshan’s body. The spear was so abrupt and swift that it caught Qiu Haishan completely off guard; moreover, he hadn’t anticipated Long Xiaoshan having a hidden move, especially since Long Xiaoshan had clearly been slowed by the cold. How could he possibly launch an attack with a spear?

And yet, this spear came roaring like a Black Dragon, accompanied by a fiercely chilling killing intent.

That momentum, it almost made him feel like a Grandmaster had descended.