195: Even a quack doctor is still a doctor; they specialize in treating all sorts of tough cases.

Whoosh—!

There were no fancy sword moves, just a simple free fall, plus “a tiny bit” of thrust from the Primordial Thunder God Body.

Wei Qing watched the metal lump enlarge in his vision, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.

How was this a sword?

This was clearly a miniature mountain!

“Gravity: Immovable as a Mountain!”

Wei Qing roared.

If he couldn't unleash an external attack, then he would strengthen himself.

A hundredfold gravity was applied to himself in reverse, causing the lightning crystal steps beneath his feet to crack, and his calves sank into the rubble.

As long as he withstood this blow, theReflection force (recoil force) would send this reckless brat flying.

However.

He underestimated two things.

First, this sword, named god slaying, was forged by compressing all the scrap metal from an entire Sword Tomb, making its density extremely high.

Second, Lin Yuan never played by the rules.

“Eighty!”

Lin Yuan blurted out a baffling number.

The sword hilt fell.

Dong————!!!

A visible white Qi wave exploded, centered on the two of them.

Wei Qing shielded his head with his arms.

His “Immovable as a Mountain” couldn't hold firm against this brutal force at all.

“Pfft!”

Wei Qing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his knees buckled from the impact, and he fell to his knees on the steps.

“Oh, already kneeling?”

Lin Yuan lifted the sword hilt as if holding a large construction hammer, a look of disappointment on his face.

“It seems the condition is more serious than I imagined.”

“This is severe osteoporosis!”

Lin Yuan shook his head, saying this while swinging the sword hilt again.

“As a physician, I cannot stand by and do nothing.”

“Another course of treatment!”

Whoosh!

The second hammer struck.

Wei Qing's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

He wanted to dodge, but the previous blow had scattered the Qi in his body, and now even moving a finger was difficult.

“Stop! I am from Kunlun...”

“Eighty!”

Dong!

This hammer struck Wei Qing's shoulder.

Half of his body caved in.

Wei Qing screamed and tumbled down from the hundredth step.

Gurgle gurgle.

Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven... Wei Qing crashed against the edges of the steps, grunting with every impact.

“Don't run, patient!”

Lin Yuan chased after him, carrying the sword.

He was going downstairs.

Faster than Wei Qing was rolling.

“The treatment isn't over yet! This is skipping out on your bill!”

Lin Yuan caught up to the still-rolling Wei Qing, raised his foot, and delivered a flying kick to his backside.

“Off you go!”

Bang!

Wei Qing accelerated his tumble.

This scene dumbfounded Jingang, who was still huffing and puffing his way up the eightieth step.

Was that Wei Qing?

The one hailed as the number one of the younger generation, the “Mountain Ghost” who had suppressed them all?

Now he was being kicked down like a football?

“Move aside! Move aside!”

Lin Yuan's voice came from above.

“The stretcher team is here! Unrelated personnel, please make way!”

Jingang hadn't reacted yet.

A black mass crashed down.

It was Wei Qing.

Jingang instinctively reached out to catch him.

“Don't touch him! That's medical waste!”

Lin Yuan followed closely, swinging the sword hilt at Jingang's outstretched hand.

Jingang flinched in fright, instinctively retracting his hand.

Thud.

Wei Qing slammed onto the steps by Jingang's feet, continuing to roll down.

“You...”

Jingang looked up, glaring at Lin Yuan.

“What 'you'?”

Lin Yuan didn't stop, and as he passed Jingang, he casually slapped his shiny forehead.

“Did you buy a ticket to watch the show?”

Slap.

Crisp and loud.

Jingang was stunned.

Lin Yuan had already swept past like a gust of wind, continuing to chase Wei Qing down.

“Eighty! Eighty! Eighty!”

Accompanied by that demonic chant.

Wei Qing, sparking and flashing all the way, rolled past Shadow Fiend, rolled past Ling.

Finally.

With a thud.

He slammed onto the first step.

Wei Qing lay sprawled on the ground, most of his bones broken, his face swollen like a pig's head, completely devoid of any Seed contender's demeanor.

He trembled as he raised his head, his face covered in blood, staring at the figure standing beside him.

“Lin... Lin Yuan...”

“I'm here.”

Lin Yuan plunged the sword into the ground, crossing his hands on the hilt, striking a cool pose.

“That will be eight hundred spirit crystal coins for this treatment.”

“Bank transfers accepted, no credit.”

“If you don't have money...”

Lin Yuan pointed to the tactical watch on Wei Qing's wrist, which had a shattered screen but was still functional.

“This thing can be used as collateral.”

Wei Qing's eyes rolled back in anger.

And he fainted directly.

The entire scene was dead silent.

Only the surging sound of the lightning sea could be heard.

Shadow Fiend huddled in the shadows, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Too brutal.

Is this the legendary “Thunder God”?

Lin Yuan glanced at the unconscious Wei Qing and pouted.

“Poor physical fitness. Young people these days lack exercise.”

He bent down and skillfully stripped the watch from Wei Qing's wrist, and while he was at it, pilfered two spare magazines and a bottle of Advanced recovery potion from his pocket.

“Consider this the consultation fee.”

Lin Yuan stuffed his spoils into his pocket, in high spirits.

He turned around.

Facing the Heaven Rank again.

Going downstairs just now was for “healing and saving lives,” now it was time for proper business.

Lin Yuan magnetically absorbed god slaying to his back.

Boom!

Lightning exploded beneath his feet, covering ten steps in a single stride.

Fifty steps.

Sixty steps.

In a flash, he rushed in front of Shadow Fiend.

Shadow Fiend's body was swirling with black Qi, preparing to dodge to the side.

“Don't move.”

Lin Yuan passed by him and reached into the black mist, grabbing a handful.

Sizzle.

A current surged in.

“Ah!”

Shadow Fiend let out a scream, the black mist on his body dissipated, revealing his true form.

“Lend me a light.”

Lin Yuan held a wisp of shadow energy he had torn from Shadow Fiend's body and directly shoved it into his mouth.

“Ptooey, it's bitter.”

He spat out the residue in disgust, his figure not stopping, continuing upwards.

Leaving Shadow Fiend alone, disheveled in the wind.

Eighty steps.

Jingang watched the menacing figure rush up, his entire metallic body trembling.

Fight?

That would be courting death.

Wei Qing's lesson was still soaking down below.

Dodge?

Where to dodge?

The steps were only so wide.

“Big guy!”

Lin Yuan's voice was already by his ear.

Jingang gritted his teeth and pressed his body against the rock wall beside him.

“Please! After you!”

He forced a smile that was uglier than a cry.

Lin Yuan stopped.

Looking at Jingang pressed against the wall.

“Sensible.”

Lin Yuan patted Jingang's metallic face, producing a crisp, clanging sound.

“However...”

He pointed to the large gold chain around Jingang's neck.

“This thing has good conductivity, let me borrow it.”

Jingang: “...”

Two seconds later.

Lin Yuan, wearing a finger-thick gold chain around his neck, hummed a tune and continued to run upwards.

Jingang was on the verge of tears.

One hundred steps.

One hundred and twenty steps.

Lin Yuan's speed not only didn't slow down but actually got faster.

All the pores on his body opened up, absorbing the increasingly violent lightning around him.

One hundred and fifty steps.

A small figure appeared ahead.

Ling.

She was still holding the one-eyed rag doll bear, walking barefoot, unhurriedly.

Every step was steady.

The surrounding lightning formed a vacuum around her.

Lin Yuan slowed down.

This little girl was a bit strange.

That energy nullification trick just now did somewhat restrain him.

Lin Yuan walked to a position two steps behind Ling.

“Kid.”

Lin Yuan called out.

Ling stopped, turned her head, and looked at Lin Yuan.

“I'm not called Kid.”

“I'm called Ling.”

“Alright, Ling.”

Lin Yuan pointed upwards.

“I'm going through.”

“If you dare to use that 'Silent Field' on me again, I'll pluck out the other eye of your bear.”

Ling looked down at the bear in her arms.

Then looked at Lin Yuan.

She hugged the bear even tighter.

Then.

She moved a small step to the side.

Making a gap.

“Go ahead.”

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible if one didn't listen carefully.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow.

So easy to talk to?

“Thanks.”

Lin Yuan didn't hesitate, turning sideways to squeeze through the gap.

As he brushed past her.

He suddenly paused.

With lightning speed, he pulled out a roll of electrical tape from his pocket and, with a snap, stuck it over the rag doll bear's blind eye socket.

“It's for you.”

“It's a bit ugly, but it's dustproof.”

After speaking.

Lin Yuan pushed off with his legs.

Boom!

He leaped over the last fifty steps.

Ling stood still.

She touched the tape on the rag doll bear's face.

“It's ugly!”