X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 170 - 165: Strength to Lift a Cauldron

Three people were moving forward when Bao Lun continued, "Not to boast, but I also practiced internal martial arts when I was young. Unfortunately, I gave up later. If I hadn’t given up, I’d definitely be even more formidable now."

Ye Tian and Wang Ke’er couldn’t help but smile wryly upon hearing his self-aggrandizement.

Bao Lun went on, "Big brother, your internal martial arts are pretty impressive, powerful and quite elegant, but not to boast, if I had continued practicing, I would have definitely been better than you, believe it or not?"

"I believe you." Ye Tian was speechless, thinking to himself that he would believe whatever Bao Lun said.

The three were unaware when the path beneath them began to slope, and as they continued, the slope became significantly steeper.

This steep slope, made of smooth cement, could definitely qualify as a slide. What was more significant was its length. Ye Tian and the others walked for a while and still hadn’t reached the end, only to find the path narrowing even more.

Meanwhile, Bao Lun was still boasting about his past, claiming he had been an unmatched fighter and that loneliness followed his prowess, which was why he chose to drive a cab and styled himself a reclusive expert. Wang Ke’er smiled wryly, unsure how to respond to him.

Just then, a loudspeaker abruptly went off, carrying the effeminate voice of Wang Qiang once again.

"Hahaha, you three clueless fools, still unaware of your impending doom, let me reveal what this slope is for," Wang Qian said. "I’ll make you three informed ghosts, saving you the trouble of asking King Yan once you’re in the underworld."

Hearing Wang Qian’s words, the trio was confused and scrutinized the steep slope beneath them, sensing something amiss. From his words, they could infer that a sinister plot was likely at hand.

"This steep slope was designed especially for you," Wang Qian said. "At the top, there is a 60-ton iron ball fixed. The moment I press the remote, the ball will roll down and directly crush you three into a pulp, hahahaha!"

He laughed manically, "Then, you can only be shoveled up, do you know why? Because you will have turned into a mush, hahahaha!"

The trio, Wang Ke’er and Bao Lun, found these words terrifying. Realizing the danger as they eyed the cement slope beneath their feet, they almost believed Wang Qian’s words weren’t a mere threat but a reality.

If it really was as Wang Qian said, the situation was perilous. The slope was long and sealed on both sides, resembling a closed pipeline with no escape.

At that moment, through the loudspeaker, Wang Qian stopped laughing and spoke in a chilling tone, "Go to hell! This is what happens when you cross me!"

No one saw Wang Qian press the remote, but everyone was certain that’s exactly what he did at that moment.

True enough, a thunderous sound erupted from the front end of the slope, sounding like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami, its power extraordinary.

The sound grew clearer. Wang Ke’er and Bao Lun were shocked, acutely feeling the cement beneath them trembling as if a fully loaded truck was barreling towards them, the noise utterly frightening.

Through the loudspeaker, Wang Qian’s hysterical laughter resounded: "Hahaha, you three idiots, better start running or just wait to die."

As his voice faded, Wang Ke’er looked up and saw a massive dark shadow rapidly approaching them.

As the distance closed, the ground trembled more intensely, and the shadow’s speed increased.

Soon enough, Wang Ke’er could make out that the shadow was in fact a gigantic iron ball. It was only then she realized Wang Qian’s words were not a bluff but the truth.

The iron ball was enormous, at least two to three meters high, rolling thunderously down the slope, gaining speed constantly, its momentum growing fiercer by the moment.

"Run!" Bao Lun yelled, urging everyone to flee for their lives.

He now somewhat regretted getting involved in this mess. It was none of his business; he was just a driver after all. Watching the iron ball pick up speed, panic surged in his heart.

The iron ball was like a moving mountain, mercilessly rolling towards them, ready to flatten them into a meat pulp.

Wang Ke’er was desperate, seeing Ye Tian unresponsive, she grabbed his hand and shouted, "Run!"

The three had just climbed the steep slope and now they were running down as if flying, but the iron ball was rolling faster, the rumbling behind them growing louder. Wang Ke’er glanced back and saw it was only about fifty meters away, her heart skipped a beat, and she was seized by panic.

On this inescapable downhill path, their peril was extreme. Bao Lun was yelling frantically, sprinting as if his life depended on it, which it did in this critical moment. He was almost driven mad by fear.

The weight of the iron ball was immense, it rolled down overpowering everything in its path like uprooting trees, no obstacles, whether rooms or machines, could withstand its massive force, all flattened into iron pancakes without any hesitation.

Bao Lun even guessed to himself that if the ball rolled over him, he might not even feel the pain before becoming a meat pancake. Thinking this, he shivered all over, growing even more panicked.

"Run, keep running, the more desperately you run, the happier I am, hahahaha!" Wang Qian’s laughter came through the loudspeaker.

At that moment, he was like the master of this game, capriciously controlling the lives of the players, excitedly watching them struggle in the game, watching them die; his mood was indescribably good.

The iron ball’s speed increased, closing in on the three people more and more rapidly, from 50 meters to 30 meters, 20 meters, 10 meters, 5 meters...

At this extremely tense moment, Wang Ke’er suddenly staggered beneath her feet and fell to the ground.

Behind her was the thunderous roar of the iron ball. Wang Ke’er’s face turned pale instantly, her entire body devoid of color, while panic and despair instantly took over her heart.

At the moment of impending death, her thoughts were unusually clear—she knew she was doomed. The iron ball weighed tons; even a person with a head of bronze and a brain of iron would be crushed into pieces, let alone a fragile woman like her.

At that moment, Wang Ke’er closed her eyes. Although unwilling, she felt helpless.

"Ye Tian, after I die, you must rescue my sister," she thought to herself, silently waiting for that moment to arrive.

On the other side, Bao Lun also cried out in alarm, having seen the policewoman’s plight.

"Ke’er, don’t be afraid, I’m coming!"

Just then, Ye Tian suddenly transformed into a blur, instantly appearing in front of Wang Ke’er. He then pulled her back, temporarily avoiding the crushing of the huge iron ball.

In the nick of time, the huge iron ball thunderously crashed towards Ye Tian.

"Get out of my way!" Ye Tian’s eyes turned blood-red as he directly spurred his strength to the tenth level.

In that moment, Ye Tian held nothing back, unleashing all his power, especially the mysterious crystal within him which began to spin wildly, infusing a violent burst of crystal energy into Ye Tian.

With an unprecedented surge of power supporting him, Ye Tian’s entire demeanor became overwhelmingly forceful, a boundless and dominant power enveloping his body. His clothes billowed without wind, giving him an ethereal, god-like appearance!

Without a moment to spare, Ye Tian slapped out a palm, striking the oncoming giant iron ball and immediately causing a sonorous clash of metal.

With that slap, the huge iron ball began to tremble violently, its rolling speed also diminished significantly, and the entire ball paused, its speed visibly reduced on the spot.

Ye Tian then stepped back and delivered a second palm, with an unparalleled force, heavily striking the iron ball and achieving the effect of moving a thousand pounds with four ounces.

After two palms, the iron ball actually stopped rolling!

"What!" Wang Qian watching through the binoculars saw this scene and was so shocked that he could hardly believe it.

On the other side, Bao Lun and Wang Ke’er both had their mouths agape, too astonished to speak. The iron ball weighed at least twenty tons, and with the added momentum from rolling downhill, its kinetic energy was terrifying. Yet, it was stopped by two palms from Ye Tian, which was utterly unthinkable.

Yet, what shocked them even more was yet to come.

Ye Tian bent his knees slightly and held his hands in front of him as if cradling a ball, assuming the starting stance of Tai Chi. With the profound essence of Tai Chi that blended hardness with softness, he directly hoisted the iron ball onto his shoulder.

The giant iron ball spun in the air, Ye Tian’s body bending and straightening. Each time the iron ball plummeted down, he kicked it back into the air, each time higher than before.

"Is this real? Am I dreaming?" Wang Ke’er could hardly believe her eyes.

"Tai Chi Cloud Hands! Moving a thousand pounds with four ounces!" Bao Lun, who had learned some internal martial arts for a few days, immediately recognized Ye Tian’s technique. But precisely because he recognized it, he was even more astonished.

Tai Chi is a supreme skill of the Wudang sect, handed down for hundreds of years, but there have been very few people over the centuries who could actually achieve the legendary level of conquering the hard with the soft.

"He’s not human, he is a True God!" Bao Lun stared at Ye Tian in front of him, his eyes filled with reverence.

Now he understood that this big brother was a true master. All along, he had been concealing his abilities, and his own skills seemed unworthy in comparison.

That was an iron ball weighing tens of tons, yet he was tossing it into the sky time and again—this skill was indeed enough to shake both the past and the present!

Bao Lun was completely stunned.

"Go!" Ye Tian bellowed.

Suddenly, he exerted more force with his feet and stomped heavily to send the iron ball flying out—an astonishing sixty-ton super iron ball thus soared into the sky, heading directly for a distant crane.

Seeing this, Wang Qian inside the crane was petrified. The dark shadow of the huge iron ball flew towards him—this device he had personally ordered made was definitely made of cast iron, weighing around 60 tons. If it hit him, there was only one possible outcome—death!