The heartless verdict sounded once again, and Zhang Shuitian’s defeat served as another wake-up call to all the contestants.
This year’s dicine King Hall competition, in selecting the youngest and most outstanding Chinese dicine king, was far more brutal than previous years!
Almost everyone was equally matched in strength. The key test was precisely on those little details they usually overlooked.
Here, most of the Chinese dicine doctors were from prestigious families, usually with patients coming to them seeking treatnt, naturally cultivating their proud personalities.
They were indifferent to the patients, since they never had to worry about food and drink.
"Next one!"
As dicine King Gu Tianjiao announced the next participant, Broken Pulse King Zhang Sanfeng helplessly shook his head, regretting that he hadn’t taught his son well, being overly indulgent had actually hard him... Readers, if you have children in the future, be sure not to spoil them.
Next up was Wang Xiaomin from the Divine Needle Sect.
Wang Xiaomin, being a young woman, naturally had a more ticulous mindset, and she handled everything with great care.
With just a few simple divine needles, not only did she cure the patients, but also demonstrated her dical ethics!
...
More than half an hour passed...
The four great Chinese dicine families each sent four groups of direct disciples to compete. Broken Pulse King had two sons, two disciples. Only one son broke through, the rest were all defeated.
Holy Hand Huochunqiu, being unfortunate with the na ’Huo’ (disaster), continually faced misfortune, causing their disciples’ morale to plumt and leading them to quickly face defeat as well...
On the Divine Needle King’s side, only Wang Xiaomin was holding the fort, with one spot reserved for Lin Zifeng. Unfortunately, he was still absent; as long as Wang Xiaomin didn’t lose, they still had a chance to continue, but if she were defeated and no one replaced her, the competition would be considered lost.
dicine King Gu Tianjiao’s side, only Gu Ying was left. Based solely on Gu Ying’s strength, she defeated several dical masters from the other families!
"I lost."
Finally, Wang Xiaomin’s unwilling voice of defeat erupted, as if those three words were forcibly squeezed out from between her teeth.
Wang Chongyang’s eyes flickered, and his tightly wound heart broke.
He collapsed into the chair as if relieved, even though he had anticipated this outco, he hadn’t expected they wouldn’t even make it to the top two.
Now, only Gu Ying and Broken Pulse King’s son Zhang Yunfeng were left on the field, with one spot belonging to the Divine Needle Sect, but Lin Zifeng’s delayed appearance ant that opportunity was quickly slipping away.
"Miss Wang, you yield!" Zhang Yunfeng cupped his hands, and a hint of luck flashed in Ling Li’s eyes.
"Lost ans lost, there’s nothing I can do if my skills are inferior."
Wang Xiaomin shook her head.
What they were competing with now was not those basic things from before. Instead, it was to simultaneously perform dical skills on a patient without injuring them by rushing.
See who could use their special skills to cure the patient.
The key was that while treating patients openly, they were secretly competing in skills like a battle.
This kind of advanced dical skill contest was not sothing ordinary people could participate in.
"The Divine Needle Sect still has one more spot, I wonder who will participate?"
At this mont, Broken Pulse King Zhang Sanfeng stood on the platform, loudly questioning Wang Chongyang.
The audience who originally supported the Divine Needle Sect began to lose their final patience for the Divine Needle...
"Alas, the descendant of the Skin Touching Technique didn’t co, today the Divine Needle Sect is sure to lose. Even the most promising young talent Wang Xiaomin was defeated, how can the Divine Needle continue with grace?"
"Yeah, I originally had high hopes for the young genius dicine King from the Divine Needle Sect this ti, but it seems it was just a legend. The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointnt."
"The Divine Needle King is just a pile of shit, just a boaster. I can’t believe I kept supporting the Divine Needle King."
"..."
With Wang Xiaomin’s defeat, most of the audience expressed disappointnt in Wang Chongyang. With endless sarcasm and sighs, it seed the banner of the Divine Needle King had lost its forr glory in their eyes.
The disdain and ridicule around felt like a sharp stab to Wang Xiaomin’s heart, making it ache terribly...
"Alas..."
Wang Chongyang sighed helplessly, extrely disappointed.
"I wonder if there’s anyone else from the Divine Needle Sect who will co to challenge?"
At this ti, Broken Pulse King Zhang Sanfeng loudly asked again.
His son was already secure in second place. It didn’t matter to him if Gu Ying took first, as being in the top two was already quite impressive.
The status of dicine King was hard to shake, after all, no matter who gets sick now, dicine was indispensable...
"We admit..."
All the sharp, disappointed, mocking, and expectant gazes fell solely on Wang Chongyang, weighed down by a heavy pressure, as if those gazes were insurmountable mountains suffocating him.
In a mont of awareness, he felt the title of Divine Needle King was about to vanish from Zhonghai soon.
Because Broken Pulse King had already taken the second place, holding the highest position in Zhonghai. If he could be benevolent, maybe the Divine Needle Sect wouldn’t fall this bad, but the reality was such, where two tigers cannot coexist on one mountain, who knows how things will progress?
"Father!"
Wang Xiaomin’s eyes brimd with agitation, wanting to persuade her father to wait a bit more.
But Wang Chongyang already knew that Lin Zifeng was most likely not coming, so he shook his head, signaling her not to insist any longer.
Wang Xiaomin understood her father’s thoughts, equally displaying a face of disappointnt and dismay.
The tightly drawn chord in their hearts also began to loosen.
"Is there anyone else from the Divine Needle Sect willing to continue participating?"
At this mont, Zhang Sanfeng once again loudly inquired, impatient and internally sneering.
In the audience, fans of the Divine Needle King focused all their attention on Wang Chongyang, clenching their fists tightly, both n and won were filled with anticipation... Alas, Wang Chongyang’s final sigh sounded like a rciless verdict.
"I admit defeat..."
Three difficult words, cold and heartless, announced loudly!
"Hulala..."
The entire venue erupted, chaotic and restless.
Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes were filled with intense excitent, as if he had taken a powerful supplent, ready to laugh out loud...
Suddenly!
"Master, you only represent yourself in admitting defeat, but you haven’t represented our Divine Needle Sect in admitting defeat, oh."
At this critical mont, a loud and soaring voice swept in from the sky.
"Boom..."
Wang Chongyang and Wang Xiaomin’s eyes widened in shock, their hearts feeling as if a bomb had exploded, the person they most anticipated had finally appeared!!!
"It’s him! It’s him! He appeared!"
Wang Xiaomin was so excited that tears rolled down her face, and in an instant, she was pulled from her despair.
Wang Chongyang was also moved to tears, his old eyes scanning eagerly to find the source of the sound.
However, from behind the door ca an extrely steady rhythm of footsteps.
When everyone turned their gaze towards this person, everyone, including the four great Chinese dicine families, was shocked.
They saw Lin Zifeng in a black classical robe, with a half-mask on his face, a slight smile on his lips, as he walked in with an easy, leisurely stroll...
Soon, he ca to a halt, his stern lips curving slightly into a mischievous grin, as he bowed with an apologetic look: "Really sorry, to have kept everyone waiting..."
(Feeling great today, four updates finished. Thanks to all the brothers and sisters who tipped today, if ti permits, another Chapter will be released tonight.)
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