Peerless Little Immortal Doctor-Chapter 808 - 810: Really a Piece of Trash
Chapter 808 -810: Really a Piece of Trash
No matter how unfair, there’s no choice.
After all, the Yan Family also went through a match, though theirs didn’t consume any energy.
“The upcoming matches will all take place in this arena. Rest for two hours; after that, we’ll begin the first arena battle, featuring Yellow-Rank Martial Artists.”
These two hours were privately granted by Ye Ku.
Even if it drew hostile glares, he still insisted on granting them.
Yan Fang didn’t say anything—starting immediately or waiting two hours made no difference to him.
Given the energy consumed earlier, returning to peak condition in just two hours was almost impossible without twelve hours.
Xia Liu evaluated the current state of the team members.
Li Qianqian and Lin Xiaotian weren’t a concern; victory was guaranteed for them.
Tie Shan was a different story—he was likely to lose, given that his opponent was Yan Fang.
As a Peak Earth-Rank Warrior and the Yan Family’s Young Master, Yan Fang undoubtedly had several backup techniques.
That left the crucial battle to the Yellow-Rank Martial Artists.
“Xiao Hu, how much strength have you recovered?”
Xia Liu asked.
“In two hours, I can recover about 80%.”
“80% should do. Now, listen to me; here’s the strategy for your duel with the Yan Family’s Yellow-Rank Martial Artist…”
Xia Liu used Divine Consciousness Sound Transmission to explain the upcoming tactics to Xiao Hu.
Xiao Hu’s quick recovery was mainly due to his deliberate conservation of energy during the fight with the Mountain Slaying Sect.
This had been part of Xia Liu’s plan.
After the Yan Family’s effortless win earlier, Xia Liu immediately began plotting and his arrangements fell into place swiftly.
Li Qianqian and Lin Xiaotian weren’t a concern—even if they drained themselves entirely.
The Spirit Stones in their Storage Rings could instantly restore their strength to peak levels.
As for Xiao Hu, being a Martial Artist made him unique.
Deception using a Blinding Technique was the only viable tactic against Yan Fang.
By now, their strategy had nearly achieved the desired effect.
As long as the Yan Family’s Yellow-Rank Martial Artist let his guard down, Xiao Hu would seize the opportunity.
Two hours passed quickly.
The time reached 10:30 AM, and the skies cleared.
On the viewing platform, the Martial Artists’ emotions had been stirred time and again.
The final battles were undoubtedly going to be thrilling.
“Time’s up! Yellow-Rank Martial Artists from both sides, prepare yourselves. The arena finals will begin in three minutes.”
Ye Ku wished he could give the Osmanthus Sect more time.
But it was no longer possible—the countdown was over.
“Tsk-tsk! Yan Qi, just get on the stage.”
Seeing a chance to humiliate the Osmanthus Sect, Yan Fang naturally wouldn’t pass it up.
Yan Qi, a core member of the Yan Family, had been cultivated with vast resources since childhood. At nineteen years old, he had already reached Yellow-Rank Peak and was just a step away from advancing to the Mysterious Rank.
As a Yan Family descendant, Yan Qi was naturally arrogant.
Standing on the stage, he pointed at Xiao Hu and mocked, “Need more time to adjust? Just get up here, trash! Three minutes won’t change the outcome.”
“Yan Family, stop bullying!”
Tie Shan angrily pointed at Yan Fang, knowing full well who was behind Yan Qi’s poisonous words.
“Heh, no need to rush. Soon, I’ll show you what it truly means to be powerless.”
Yan Fang remained unfazed by Tie Shan’s fury.
In fact, he aimed to stoke Tie Shan’s emotions further.
That way, when Tie Shan was defeated, his mindset would completely crumble.
But Yan Fang didn’t get a chance to say any more as Xiao Hu emerged from the resting area.
His head remained bowed, his hands trembling slightly.
Seeing Xiao Hu like this, Mu Mei couldn’t help but chuckle, “Heh-heh, trembling so much—you might as well just surrender. Getting on the stage will only embarrass yourself more.”
“Heh, some sects have quite the stubborn streak. They won’t cry until the very last moment.”
Yan Fang and Mu Mei chimed in together, their mockery utterly unrestrained.
Onstage, Yan Qi glanced contemptuously at Xiao Hu.
A smirk curled at the corner of his lips, “What a disappointment—why did I have to face such a weakling? Oh well. Looks like I won’t even need half my strength…”
“Osmanthus Sect’s Xiao Hu, pleased to exchange pointers.”
With trembling voice and body, Xiao Hu addressed Yan Qi.
“Yan Family’s Young Master Yan Qi!”
Yan Qi’s reply came with a blatantly pompous tone, his arms crossed arrogantly over his chest.
Facing an utterly drained Yellow-Rank Martial Artist, he had zero concern for the outcome.
“Arena rules: fight until the point is proven. Get ready to begin.”
Fearing that Xiao Hu’s exhaustion would lead to a one-sided thrashing, Ye Ku reminded both fighters before the battle started.
“Let’s begin! Show me how much ability your Osmanthus Sect has!”
Though he announced the start, Yan Qi remained motionless, arms still folded—hardly the posture of someone eager for a decisive clash.
“Stay alert.”
Xiao Hu murmured as he spread his arms and began performing a somewhat awkward version of the Eight Trigrams Palm.
His steps wobbled as he advanced weakly toward Yan Qi.
“Tsk-tsk! A sick cat remains a sick cat—I could win against you with one hand tied.”
True to his words, Yan Qi kept one hand tied behind his back and prepared to meet Xiao Hu’s attack.
Sometimes clarity comes to bystanders, not participants.
From below the stage, Yan Fang noticed Xia Liu’s calm demeanor—far from panicked—and his gaze fell on Xiao Hu, catching the faint grin at the corner of the young Martial Artist’s lips.
Yan Fang’s expression abruptly shifted, “Yan Qi, be careful! He’s not as weak as he appears!”
But Yan Fang’s warning came too late for Yan Qi’s reflexes.
Xiao Hu’s movement technique suddenly shifted, leaving behind afterimages!
Yan Qi was completely unprepared to respond to such swift footwork.
He hurriedly enveloped his body in Spiritual Energy for protection.
But it was too late—Xiao Hu landed a hit.
The sheer force of the Eight Trigrams Palm sent Yan Qi flying to the edge of the arena.
Thud-thud-thud…
Rolling across the ground a good ten times, Yan Qi finally came to a stop.
Standing tall, Xiao Hu glared down at him and roared, “Trash, stand up!”
Yan Qi was utterly crushed.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stand.
That single strike from Xiao Hu had inflicted severe internal injuries.
Given Xiao Hu’s current state, even if Yan Qi did manage to stand, he wouldn’t be able to endure another attack.
The pampered Yan Qi was terrified—he dared not get up.
“Damn! Truly useless trash!”
Yan Fang spat derisively in the direction of the arena, his disappointment in Yan Qi now absolute.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven… three, two, one! Yellow-Rank Martial Artist arena match: Osmanthus Sect wins!”
Ye Ku couldn’t help but rush onto the stage to raise Xiao Hu’s victorious arm.
Clap-clap-clap…
Whoo…
The entire crowd erupted in cheers.
Many imagined themselves in Xiao Hu’s shoes—beating such an arrogant opponent was the ultimate humiliation.
When Xiao Hu returned to the resting area, his body completely gave out, collapsing onto the floor.
“You overexerted yourself with that movement technique earlier, but achieving victory is worth it.”
“Haha, it’s all thanks to Brother Xia Liu’s strategy. Just standing there was enough to scare that guy into staying down.”
Recalling the words he had just shouted and the fierce glare he had given Yan Qi, Xiao Hu felt a swell of pride. Scaring an opponent into submission with sheer presence was a genuine triumph.
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“Next up: the Mysterious-Rank Martial Artist duel. Both sides, prepare your contenders.”
At Ye Ku’s announcement, the Yan Family’s Mysterious-Rank Martial Artist immediately took the stage.
On the Osmanthus Sect’s side, Li Qianqian confidently stepped forward, her graceful figure radiating dominance.
