Urban Super Medical Saint-Chapter 745 - 744: Murong, You Step Back

Several hundred meters away in an abandoned building, a gaunt Vietnamese man was hiding behind a crumbling wall, ghost-like.

A British rifle rested on the broken wall, its black muzzle aimed directly at Song Wenhong.

Just as Li Baoyan was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly felt an immense danger, causing the pores all over his body to burst open in an instant.

Almost reflexively, Li Baoyan immediately pulled the trigger. A bullet whistled through the night toward Song Wenhong while he, without a second thought, grabbed the sniper rifle and fled, not daring to stay to see the result of his shot.

As a veteran who had survived the battlefields of Vietnam and as someone who had practiced the basic techniques of the Qimen from a young age, Li Baoyan had a sense of danger sharper than that of animals.

Song Wenhong suddenly felt an icy chill. He saw a light shooting toward him through the darkness.

"Bullet!" Song Wenhong's scalp exploded in a moment, his eyes showing fear and despair.

Just as Song Wenhong was engulfed in terror and despair, thinking he was undoubtedly going to die, suddenly two fingers appeared before his eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, the two fingers were pinching a bullet!

Song Wenhong's eyes instantly bulged out.

"Since you have the courage to assassinate me, then stay here!" From behind the distant crumbling wall, as Li Baoyan was grabbing his sniper rifle to leave, a cold voice rang out in his ears. Almost simultaneously, he saw a young man pointing at him under the light of a motorcycle.

In the dark, a faint green light flashed momentarily from the young man's neck.

Then, Li Baoyan saw a Flying Sword with a faint green glow speeding toward him through the dark.

Its speed was even faster than that of a bullet.

"Flying Sword! Sword Immortal!" Li Baoyan, seeing the spectral Flying Sword speeding toward him, was scared out of his wits, his soul almost fleeing his body, his eyes filled with terror to the extreme.

In his fright, the Flying Sword swept through the night like a rainbow, reaching him in an instant, then wrapping around Li Baoyan's legs.

Li Baoyan's legs were severed cleanly at the knees like tofu.

"Ah!" Li Baoyan let out a ghastly scream, echoing through the night like an owl, even overpowering the roar of the motorcycles.

The bikers were slightly startled, and Daisy frowned, looking puzzled toward the abandoned building hundreds of meters away.

The entire event had occurred in the blink of an eye, and her attention had primarily been on Ouyang Murong, who was extremely fierce and powerful. She hadn't noticed Ge Dongxu's move, only faintly sensing that something was amiss.

However, after the bikers were briefly stunned, they shouted again and charged toward Ouyang Murong, while Daisy's gaze also returned to Ouyang Murong, her eyes revealing a mix of shock and admiration.

She had seen many skilled fighters, and she herself was very capable, but she had never seen anyone as proficient as Ouyang Murong.

His moves were vicious and decisive; with each strike, a person or a motorcycle fell.

Just as Daisy's gaze returned to Ouyang Murong, Ge Dongxu bent down and, as if picking up a small chicken or duck, easily lifted a motorcycle weighing four to five hundred pounds that had fallen in front of him.

"Murong, step back," Ge Dongxu said indifferently.

Ouyang Murong leapt behind Ge Dongxu and stood up straight, his expression stern, but his chest was slightly heaving, and he was breathing heavily.

This battle had been particularly demanding because their opponents were all on motorcycles. Not only did his strikes need to be powerful, but they also had to be fast. After a few minutes of fighting, he had used up most of his strength. If Ge Dongxu hadn't called him back, he would have soon been overwhelmed by the encircling bikers.

Once Ouyang Murong had retreated to Ge Dongxu's side, everyone's attention shifted to Ge Dongxu.

"Zzz!"

"Tss!"

Everyone, seeing that the young man who didn't look very burly was casually holding a motorcycle weighing about four or five hundred kilograms, couldn't help but sharply inhale in shock.

Daisy, leaning against the terrace railing, saw her beautiful blue eyes suddenly brighten with an expression of disbelief and strong interest.

"Things are getting more and more interesting!" Daisy shook the wine glass in her hand, took another delicate sip, and said to herself.

As Daisy was talking to herself, Ge Dongxu had already smiled faintly and casually discarded the motorcycle in his hand as if it were a sandbag.

The steel-made giant "whooshed" through the night sky, making the bikers' scalp explode instantly, their eyes widened in terror, hearts almost splitting, not even thinking as they fiercely started their motorcycles and scattered in all directions.

Joking aside, who would dare to come into close contact with this behemoth!

But as fast as they dodged, the behemoth was faster.

Like a rampaging bull, it charged toward the bikers with the momentum Ge Dongxu had imparted to it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

A series of deafening collision sounds, and a series of screams erupted in the night.

In just an instant, the ground was littered with motorcycles and the horribly mutilated bodies of the bikers.

However, Ge Dongxu, as if he saw nothing, bent down again, casually picked up another motorcycle, and gently tossed it away.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Another series of deafening collision sounds, and a series of screams erupted in the night.

The ground was once again strewn with motorcycles and the mutilated bodies of the bikers.

In a blink of an eye, the area around Ge Dongxu for dozens of meters, aside from the motorcycles lying on the ground and the injured people, was devoid of anything else.

Further away, each of the bikers showed terrified eyes, continuously retreating, with no one daring to step forward.

Daisy on the terrace railing was even more radiant, shining with delight, and it took her a long while to set her wine glass back on the railing.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!" Daisy clapped her small hands, her face adorned with a charming smile.

"Impressive skills! But I wonder, is your hand faster, or our guns?" Daisy's voice rang out under the night sky, as pleasing as an orchid in a secluded valley.

Yet, at this sound, Song Wenhong's pores bristled, and his heart almost stopped beating in an instant.

Indeed, as Daisy's voice fell, several guns were drawn, all aimed at Ge Dongxu.

Facing the metallic gloss of the gun barrels under the light, Song Wenhong turned pale, his legs weakening.

So many guns, if they started shooting, they would probably turn into a hornet's nest immediately.

"I forgot to mention one thing, I hate guns the most! Especially being pointed at with one!" Ge Dongxu said flatly, his face as calm as still water.