"Asshole!"
Seeing this scene, a manager in the chat group said, "Has He Fatso gone mad? Cultivators are inseparable from the secular world, and by doing this, the Dragon Group won't let him off."
"What does it matter? He Fatso knows Bone Setting and is very skilled at it. Besides, he gave those two won anesthesia; they can't feel the pain. After the competition ends, they won't know anything."
"Exactly, he just used two people as test subjects and competition props. They won't actually die. In the struggles between cultivators, as long as ordinary people's lives aren't threatened, the Dragon Group will turn a blind eye."
"Shut up! What bizarre sense of superiority. What if it were you who were taken to be test subjects?"
Suddenly, the chat group fell silent.
After a good ten seconds, soone finally sent a ssage.
"Do you think Shen Qiang can win?"
This ssage imdiately made the silent chat group co alive.
"Shen Qiang can't win. His Small Plum Blossom Needle Technique might be impressive, and his surgical skills too, but no one is all-knowing, all-powerful. Bone Setting is He Fatso's specialty, a complex field that can't be mastered without dedicated practice and hard work."
"Are you kidding? In a Bone Setting match, Shen Qiang is definitely going to dominate."
"No way, in Bone Setting Shen Qiang has no chance of winning. The best he can do is not lose too badly, making himself look stupid."
While people in the group were heatedly discussing, Shen Qiang, who had gently placed Ding Yuhuan down on the ground from his arms, wore a chillingly calm expression.
Ding Yuhuan.
A very filial big girl.
A plump, hardworking, and smiling pretty large woman.
Her dream was to make lots of money and accompany her grandmother through the happy latter part of her life.
But now, all her limbs were broken.
Rib fractures.
Spinal fractures.
Ordinary Bone Setting techniques, even if they seem to set the bones back in place superficially, couldn't heal her without Spiritual dicine. Ding Yuhuan was destined to be paralyzed in bed for life, her dreams, her life goals, would never be achieved.
"Don't know Bone Setting?" He Fatso, looking at the cold-eyed Shen Qiang, revealed a contemptuous smile and said, "If you don't know, don't act tough. Learn well, widen your doggy eyes, and watch Fat Master carefully. You'll have enough to think about for a lifeti."
With that said.
"He Fatso is so arrogant!" soone in the group comnted.
anwhile.
Standing next to another woman, He Fatso ripped open the woman's clothes in just a few moves.
Then he began the Bone Setting.
"Watch closely." He Fatso sneered.
With a flick of his arm and a combination of pushing and smoothing, he took roughly three minutes to reset the clearly broken arm of the woman back to normal.
"As expected of He's Bone Setting, his skills are indeed impressive."
"Psh, stop pretending to be cool; it's not like you understood anything."
"Right, I didn't see anything impressive about his Bone Setting. But he sure is smooth at ripping clothes, and that woman is really white, wow those lons are so big!"
As other group mbers shared laughing emojis, the previous speaker said again, "Traditional dical Skill is mainly divided into four parts: Prescription, Acupuncture, Massage, Food Therapy. Among these, massage should technically be the least technical."
"Because its basic functions are only three: first, to facilitate the flow of channels and invigorate the blood. Second, to adjust the organs and relieve muscle knots. Third, to set bones correctly."
"And Bone Setting, when it cos down to it, is just about setting the misaligned bones back to where they should be."
Seeing these words, all kinds of mockery erged in the chat room.
"Haha, nonsense, as if anybody didn't know that."
"Exactly, what's so difficult about it? Push the bones back in place, slap on a splint and plaster, even I could be a doctor."
These comnts seed to have displeased the person, who said, "Every bone in the human body is akin to a part in a machine. Try buying a small toy on the street, dismantle it, and without a certain skill, you all wouldn't manage to assemble it, let alone the intricately constructed human body."
The chat room fell silent for a mont, then soone said, "Indeed, the muscles, bones, blood vessels require consideration of the angle, strength, and fitting technique. Bone setting isn't as complicated as imagined, nor as simple. Talking about He Puffy's techniques alone, he has already mastered them enough to stand on his own."
The live chat was buzzing with activity.
At this mont, He Puffy, who was demonstrating his bone-setting skills, looked smug. While setting bones, he glanced sideways at Shen Qiang, not hiding the disdain in his eyes.
"Yo, scared to start?"
He Puffy taunted.
But at this mont, Shen Qiang, as if he hadn't heard anything, was silently sensing the bacteria released by the Plague Source.
"They both must die. No one can threaten and then walk away nonchalantly." Shen Qiang slightly frowned. "He Puffy is at the Golden Core Stage and the bacteria have almost fully invaded him. Soon, he will cough, have a fever, severe diarrhea—his combat power won't be much stronger than an ordinary person's."
"But the guy who ca with him is a bit strange. The speed at which the bacteria are invading is terrifyingly slow. If it goes on at this rate, he might not show even the basic pathological reactions for over ten minutes."
While Shen Qiang was frowning in thought—
Achoo!
He Puffy, who was setting bones, suddenly sneezed, leaving a trail of snot hanging from his nose.
The people in the chat room burst into laughter: "Geez, that He Puffy really looks disgusting."
"Wow, that's a lot of snot hanging there."
"I'm dying, this guy is so sloppy."
While everyone was laughing, soone said, "Hey, that's strange. I rember ever since I started cultivating, I've never caught a cold. Isn't He Puffy a cultivator?"
Instantly, the chat room fell silent.
Cough, cough!
At this point, He Puffy started coughing—symptoms of pneumonia.
"Are you okay?" The cool-voiced man who ca with He Puffy asked.
He Puffy touched his forehead with the back of his hand and said, "I'm fine, just seems a bit feverish."
"Sneezing, coughing, fever—sothing is odd about He Puffy's condition."
"Yeah, it feels unbelievable. Usually, cultivators don't have such reactions."
"That's right, ever since I started cultivating, I have never had a fever."
Achoo!
He Puffy sneezed again, unexpectedly.
In the loud sneeze, Shen Qiang looked at him with eyes as if he were looking at a dead man.
Only because the man who ca with him hasn't shown any pathological reactions yet, it was still a bit early to act.
"Shen Qiang, after watching Master He's bone-setting skills so long, haven't you learned even a bit?" He Puffy, seeing Shen Qiang motionless, mocked coldly.
Shen Qiang's lips curled into an indifferent smile as he gently clutched Ding Yuhuan's arm, giving it a gentle shake.
Crack!
The previously distorted arm imdiately returned to its original form.
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