Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor-Chapter 993: Who Wins and Who Loses?

After spewing out a mouthful of blood, Tu Hu’s strength surged in an instant, drastically changing his momentum.

"Kill!"

With a low roar, Tu Hu fiercely swung his long blade, colliding once again with the iron staff that Fang Bai was smashing toward his face.

Amidst the deafening roar of metal, Fang Bai’s body was shockingly sent flying backward.

Stimulated to unleash his body’s potential, Tu Hu’s facial features were somewhat distorted, his expression fierce, and his eyes were filled with blood vessels, indicating he was in an extremely excited state.

At this moment, Tu Hu gave off the feeling of a ferocious tiger that had been trapped for a long time and suddenly broke free from its bonds, his whole body emanating a wild aura.

The side effects of forcefully activating one’s potential included bodily exhaustion and total helplessness after a hundred breaths, and it might even affect future cultivation. Tu Hu paid this price to finally break free from the awkward situation of being suppressed by Fang Bai, successfully repelling him.

"Kill!"

Seeing Fang Bai repelled by his blade, Tu Hu became even more exhilarated, letting out another roar.

He wanted to follow up on the momentum of repelling Fang Bai, pursue the attack, and gain the upper hand, endeavoring to defeat Fang Bai within the final ten moves.

Amidst the roaring, Tu Hu dashed forward, closing in on Fang Bai like a shadow following a form, leaped up, and with both hands holding his blade, executed a downward chopping motion.

Whether it was Fang Bai just before or Tu Hu now, the two, when attacking, both adopted a simple and brutal approach, with the long blade and iron staff going straight for each other, clashing head-on.

Such a fighting style consumed a great deal of True Yuan. If the duel were between two martial artists of equal strength, then the victory would come down to which one had a more profound reserve of True Yuan — whoever could last to the end would be the victor.

However, Tu Hu now only had ten moves he could use, unable to engage in a war of attrition with Fang Bai. If he could not defeat Fang Bai within ten moves, then all his previous efforts would have been in vain.

Therefore, in these last ten moves, Tu Hu had to put forth all his strength, leaving nothing in reserve.

Tu Hu’s cultivation was based on Golden Attribute Martial Arts Techniques. As he cleaved downwards from the air, all his True Yuan was channeled into his blade, which faintly glowed with a golden brilliance.

Tu Hu’s long blade, forged from Hundred Refined Fine Steel, sharp enough to slice through hair with a blow, emitted a fierce, whistling howl when filled with True Yuan, giving one the impression that it could cut through anything, leaving nothing unbroken.

"Fantastic!"

"Senior Brother Tu is mighty!"

"With this blade, even a Direct Disciple wouldn’t dare to take it head-on, right?"

"If Fang Bai can take this blade, I’ll change my last name from Sun!"

"Senior Brother Tu is certain to win!"

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Seeing Tu Hu’s one blade, fierce as a rainbow, chopping down toward Fang Bai’s head, the four members of Team Tu Hu couldn’t help but shout in excitement, their faces unable to conceal their thrill.

In their eyes, even if Fang Bai could barely handle this blade, he would inevitably be injured.

And between two martial artists of equal strength, the injured party’s combat abilities would definitely decrease, and if the fight continued, defeat was certain.

This blade might become the turning point for Tu Hu’s counterattack and victory.

Huang Miao and her three comrades stood at a position, even though they were quite far from the two dueling individuals, they could still feel the might of Tu Hu’s strike and were all wearing worried looks, their hearts hanging in suspense.

Even Liu Qingqing and Liu Liehu, who had absolute confidence in Fang Bai, were somewhat tense as they widened their eyes to see Fang Bai seemingly petrified by Tu Hu’s strike, unsure if he could withstand it.

"Brother Fang, give it your all!"

Liu Qingqing and Liu Liehu almost simultaneously shouted out in support.

Then, they saw that Fang Bai actually turned his head to look their way, the corners of his mouth even bearing a trace of a smile.

"At this critical juncture, this Junior Brother Fang still has the leisure to get distracted and even manage a smile; I really don’t know what to make of him!"

Huang Miao also saw Fang Bai turning to smile and was stunned, feeling utterly helpless.

Compared to the members of the two teams watching the duel, Tu Hu had strong confidence in his own strike.

After releasing this slash, Tu Hu knew this was the most pinnacle strike he had produced in his life.

At least before his cultivation level advanced, it was impossible for him to slash out with such power again.

Even if he was facing a direct disciple, Tu Hu believed it would not be an easy task for the opponent to receive this strike of his.

Although Fang Bai had previously concealed his true strength, revealing formidable power, Tu Hu did not believe he had reached a level where he could be discussed in the same breath as a direct disciple.

After all, in Tu Hu’s perception, even if Fang Bai, like himself, had cultivated a technique that could hide a martial artist’s aura, he should only be able to conceal a fraction of that aura. If Fang Bai’s cultivation level had reached the realm of a direct disciple, even if he himself could not sense it, could it still be concealed from the upper echelons of the Martial Academy?

Therefore, Tu Hu thought that the strength Fang Bai was showing at this moment was his genuine power, and as long as nothing unexpected happened, victory would belong to him.

"What is this guy looking at? Isn’t he being a little too self-confident?"

Tu Hu, high in the air, looked down at Fang Bai and saw that just as his long saber was about to strike, Fang Bai actually turned his head to look at Liu Qingqing and Liu Liehu. Tu Hu couldn’t help but feel both annoyed and amused.

Tu Hu was never a person to show mercy, especially during a duel with another martial artist, he would never hold back.

Fang Bai’s sudden distraction, although it was just a brief moment, to Tu Hu, who was adept at seizing battle opportunities, this was a huge opening.

Tu Hu’s saber continued to chop down, the force seeming even stronger and the momentum appearing even fiercer.

However, just as Tu Hu’s long saber was about to fall onto Fang Bai’s head, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, causing a moment of hesitation in his heart.

Fang Bai possessed a dual attribute innate spiritual root and was highly valued by the upper tiers of the Martial Academy, clearly one of the individuals they intended to focus on cultivating in the future. Although it was common for groups of Bitao Martial Academy disciples to enter the mountain for training, allowing competition and attacks between various teams as long as no lives were taken, there was still a problem.

The critical issue now was that Fang Bai was not an ordinary disciple of the Martial Academy. If Tu Hu caused serious harm to Fang Bai and upset the academy’s high echelons, it would be a loss not worth the gain.

In an instant thought, the slashing edge of Tu Hu’s saber deviated slightly to the left, its target shifting from Fang Bai’s head to his shoulder.

A saber strike to the shoulder would most likely result in an injury, not endangering life, and with three to five months of rest, he could mostly recover to his original state.

But if the saber’s edge slashed down on the head, that could potentially be fatal.

Fang Bai turned his head for a glance at Liu Qingqing and Liu Liehu, then swiftly turned back, lifting his head and squinting his eyes, watching as Tu Hu’s figure, diving down like a large eagle from high above, rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes.

As Fang Bai’s gaze met Tu Hu’s, coincidentally Tu Hu from the air was also looking down at him, their gazes colliding in the moment the long saber met the iron rod, sparking a shower of sparks.