Perspective Medical Genius Young Master

Chapter 1849 - 1840: Turning the Tables

If He Yifan’s momentum reaches its peak, will Ao Cangsheng still have a chance to turn this around?

"Demonic ghosts run wild, Demons are slaughtering all living beings!"

Thunderous cheers crashed in waves. As He Yifan’s momentum climbed yet another level, his third strike landed.

Black light buzzed and hummed, like the wrath of a devil, like thunder.

This time’s assault shook Ao Cangsheng straight back ten feet, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this scene, He Yifan couldn’t help going wild with joy.

Up in midair, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ao Cangsheng, I want to see how long you can hold out!"

Amid his laughter, He Yifan’s Sword flared again, shooting out black light.

"Demon Chaos, Purgatory Nine Netherworld!"

"Boom—"

The terrifying, domineering black Sword light slammed once more into the Sword light Ao Cangsheng wanted to dance out.

Just as everyone expected, that black Sword light was irresistible. Ao Cangsheng’s Sword light couldn’t block it at all.

The Sword light was swept clean away, and aloof Ao Cangsheng staggered back ten zhang.

At this moment, He Yifan’s momentum was already twice what it had been before.

But right now, this "Demon Chaos" didn’t seem to have been fully unleashed yet.

"Sister Qingxin, do you think he’ll lose?"

Seeing Ao Cangsheng get blasted back nearly thirty zhang in a row, the always-unshakable confidence Shui Rou felt in him finally showed a hint of worry.

"Don’t worry, that guy’s strength is beyond what we can imagine!"

Wu Qingxin didn’t care about Tao, but she still smiled.

"But he’s already been knocked back thirty zhang. I’m afraid..."

Shui Roushu didn’t finish the rest, but Wu Qingxin understood her meaning.

She cast Shui Luzhu a sympathetic glance, then sighed. "Oh, so this is the man the Tang Dynasty’s number-one beauty cares about. That kid already has eight lives as it is."

She gently brushed the water-like, soft and long black hair at her chest, making it dance lightly, refreshing the heart. "Don’t think about that dangerous fight. Hasn’t that guy always shocked the spectators?"

"From the Qitian Tower bout against Yan Hong and Ziyunfei, to the Heavenly Dragon Gang finals against Feng Xuyao and Li Tianyue."

"Every time we thought he was in danger, this guy would suddenly turn it around and slaughter everyone."

"So I feel that as long as that guy isn’t defeated in a single move, he’ll give the crowd one hell of a surprise."

Hearing Wu Qingxin’s calm words, Shui Luzhu thought it over carefully. It was true.

Ever since she’d met Ao Cangsheng, she couldn’t remember how many times this guy had shocked her.

Thinking of this, Shui Rou finally relaxed a little for the moment.

By now, Ao Cangsheng was already standing at the very edge of the Combat Platform. As long as He Yifan attacked again, Ao Cangsheng would definitely be blasted off.

However, through those few previous assaults, He Yifan’s momentum had finally climbed to its peak.

Now, there was only one last step left for "Demon Chaos."

Looking at Ao Cangsheng’s miserable face, He Yifan suddenly burst with joy for no reason.

Those few previous strikes had already heavily injured Ao Cangsheng.

The last blow would kill him.

He Yifan sneered coldly.

Everyone who heard his words immediately changed expression.

"Hmph—"

With a low snort, his body leapt twenty feet.

In that instant, his Sword danced seventy-two times.

The Sword moved with his heart, shaking heaven and earth.

A gigantic beam of Sword light suddenly soared into the sky, like a Phoenix spreading its wings. Borrowing the power of wind and thunder, it slashed straight for He Yifan’s neck.

The might of that Sword light had already manifested; He Yifan’s retreat path was completely blocked, not allowing him to dodge.

"When Sword is drawn it must ring, when Sword is swung it must have force."

Before that Sword light even descended, a second Sword light had already fallen from the heavens.

Within that ferocious Sword radiance, there was not only faint lightning. Every beam of Sword light was suddenly driven to the extreme.

"Sword Shadow Formless, shaking heaven and earth!"

After the second wave of Sword light, a terrifying storm erupted between heaven and earth.

As the storm formed, He Yifan’s head was completely enveloped by an enormous Sword wheel.

The wildly roaming Sword Shadows scraped against the air, letting out eerie, terrifying Sword shrieks.

"Sword without self, Sword without Qi!"

In the end, Ao Cangsheng stood in the void, upheld by Sword Shadows.

Then, he lightly slashed forward with his Sword once.

He Yifan’s face changed the moment he saw Ao Kangsheng’s first movement.

In that instant, he frantically gathered all his remaining strength and once again unleashed "Demon Chaos."

It was only the span of a single kung fu instant. He Yifan released seven "Ghost Chaos."

"Boom—"

As Ao Cangsheng’s final Sword was lightly cleaved down, He Yifan was beheaded four times over.

In an instant, the platform turned into an ocean of Swords.

The deafening roar of Sword lights colliding, the sound of Sword lights exploding, instantly drowned out all sound on the Jin Lin platform.

After a while, all the spectators craned their necks to look toward the stage.

At last, the sea of Swords shattered, the Sword light scattered.

In the very center of those thousands of hidden Swords, a man covered in blood, face ashen, was staring at Ao Kangsheng.

Beside that man lay a discarded Sword.

But at this moment, the Sword had already been broken into four pieces.

"He Yifan..."

Seeing that man’s appearance, someone cried out immediately.

They never would have thought that He Yifan, who just moments ago had been so high-spirited and arrogant, would turn into this in the blink of an eye.

"Is He Yifan going to lose?"

Someone spoke with a look of dread.

"I hope not!"

Someone tried to comfort themselves.

"I want you dead!"

Taking a deep breath, He Yifan suddenly roared.

Then, his palm suddenly thrust outward, and within that surging vitality, a giant elephant charged straight at Ao Kangsheng.

At the same time, He Yifan’s three Life Palaces suddenly began to madly suppress Ao Kangsheng, intent on killing him on the spot.

Seeing this, Ao Cangsheng merely sneered.

He didn’t use his Sword, instead suddenly drawing a circle with his left hand and pushing it out.

In an instant, a phantom Guanyin appeared. Then, Guanyin sprouted thousands of arms, all slapping forward at once.

"Boom—"

The moment the elephant charged out of the air, it was smashed to pieces by the giant palms.

Countless enormous palms surged forward, shattering He Yifan’s three strikes, finally imprinting onto his defensive mask.

As the massive palm fell, the mask shattered; blood sprayed from He Yifan’s mouth as his body flew back thirteen zhang.

Just like that, the three Life Palaces that had been pressing down on him were forcefully pried open by Ao Cangsheng’s two Life Palaces.

From that gap, Ao Cangsheng sheathed his Longsword and formed a hand seal.

Suddenly, the Emperor extinguished the fire that had been hovering above his head, and it instantly turned into a Fire Dragon, lunging straight at He Yifan.

He Yifan’s entire body was rapidly engulfed by the Fire Dragon’s assault.

For some reason, at this moment a powerful aura of death surged up in his heart.

Next, He Yifan didn’t even have time to wipe the blood from his mouth; he hurriedly bolted toward the edge of the Combat Platform.

He no longer wanted to fight; he only wanted to escape.

However, the Fire Dragon never gave He Yifan any chance to run.

"Roar—"

With a dragon roar, the Fire Dragon rose with the storm, its gigantic body instantly covering the entire Battle Platform.

"Ah—"

Immediately, a shrill scream came from the stage, making everyone’s hearts tremble.

Fortunately, the scream didn’t last long. After that, everything fell silent again.

The people below the platform had no idea what had happened. They all craned their necks, staring up at the platform.

But between blinks, aside from that terrifying, eerie black flame, they couldn’t see anything of what was happening on the platform.

After a while, the black flames slowly faded.

By then, He Yifan’s figure had already vanished.

"What happened? What’s going on? Where’s He Yifan?"

"Did he run? But how far could he get in such a short time?"