Mad Doctor No. 9

Wang Tian didn't move his feet, but his body swayed slightly as three darts grazed the hem of his clothes.

"Huh?" Zhu Hongling exclaimed in surprise. Without stopping, she threw out six more darts, blocking Wang Tian's escape route!

At the same time, she transformed into a red cloud and slapped Wang Tian on the back!

Besieged on two fronts!

The audience held their breath. Zhu Hongling was renowned in Jiangnan for her hidden weapons and light-footed skills; countless masters had fallen to her.

However, Wang Tian seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. As the darts approached, he spun around like a spinning top, deflecting them all! At the same time, he struck out with his palm, hitting Zhu Hongling's hand squarely!

"Bang!"

As their palms met, Zhu Hongling's pretty face changed slightly. She felt a surge of powerful internal energy, her arm went numb, and she staggered back three steps.

"Impressive internal strength!" She gritted her teeth and stopped holding back, swinging her hands repeatedly, sending a hail of darts raining down on Wang Tian! She unleashed the Vermilion Bird Sect's ultimate technique, "Fire Cloud Step," her figure elusive and unpredictable.

Wang Tian finally made a move.

He moved with mysterious steps, narrowly dodging the darts, his palms flying to neutralize all of Hong Ling's attacks.

After thirty moves, Zhu Hongling was panting heavily, her internal energy depleted by more than half. Wang Tian, ​​however, remained calm and composed.

"I lost." Zhu Hongling simply stopped and admitted defeat. "However, could you tell me what footwork you used? I've never seen it before."

Wang Tian truthfully replied, "I figured it out myself, and I haven't named it yet." This step was created by him based on the martial arts of the Dragon Gate Society and combined with the Astrological Body Tempering Technique.

Zhu Hongling gave him a deep look: "I hope you can go further. Be careful of Zhao Qinglong, and Baihu too."

She jumped off the ring, and the audience finally came to their senses, erupting in applause.

After this battle, Wang Tian's reputation soared. He had suppressed Zhu Hongling solely with his lightness skill and palm techniques, demonstrating strength at least above the peak of the Dark Force realm!

On the platform, several veteran martial arts practitioners were discussing in hushed tones.

"This young man possesses such profound internal strength and exquisite movement skills at such a young age. When did such a talent emerge from Jiangnan?"

"I heard it was recommended by Old Chen, from the clinic."

"A clinic? Heh, I'm afraid it's not that simple."

Old Chen smiled slightly and remained silent.

The third round has ended, and thirteen people have advanced.

In the next round of the draw, Wang Tian was matched against Bai Hu, one of the Four Heroes of Jiangnan.

The White Tiger's horizontal martial arts skills have reached their peak, and it is rumored that he has developed "copper skin and iron bones".

In the afternoon, the fourth round began.

The martial arts hall was packed, with everyone eagerly anticipating the duel between the dark horse Wang Tian and the defensive master Bai Hu.

On the arena, White Tiger stood proudly. He was nearly two meters tall, his body bulging with muscles, and the veins on his bare arms creaked like earthworms. He had no weapon, for he himself was the weapon.

Wang Tian slowly walked onto the stage. Compared to Bai Hu's suffocating aura, he seemed too "ordinary".

"So you're Wang Tian?" Baihu's voice boomed, revealing gleaming white teeth. "I've heard your internal energy and lightness skills are quite good. But in front of me, they're nothing. I've mastered the 'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' technique; even if you stand there and let me hit you, you won't be able to hurt me in the slightest."

Wang Tian said calmly, "Is that so? Then let's give it a try."

The referee announced the start of the match.

The White Tiger did not rush to attack, but instead adopted a defensive stance, with its arms crossed in front of its chest, its aura as solid and imposing as a mountain.

He planned to exhaust Wang Tian's inner strength with absolute defense, and then deliver a fatal blow—this was the best strategy for dealing with opponents who relied on both lightness and internal strength.

Wang Tian remained calm and slowly circled the white tiger, seemingly searching for its weakness.

There was a lot of discussion among the audience:

"The White Tiger's defense is truly unparalleled. It is said that even those in the early stages of the Transformation Realm would find it difficult to break his Iron Shirt."

"Although Wang Tian's internal strength is strong, it is not easy to break through his defenses."

"He must find a weakness, but the White Tiger has cultivated for more than ten years and has already made up for his weaknesses."

After spinning around three times, Wang Tian suddenly made his move!

He flashed to the left of the White Tiger and struck its ribs with a palm!

"Bang!"

The fleshy palms struck each other, producing a dull thud.

The white tiger remained unmoved, a sinister smile curling at the corner of its mouth: "Tickling? Try harder!"

Wang Tian did not answer, and struck Bai Hu's right shoulder with another palm, but it was ineffective.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Tian moved swiftly around the white tiger like a butterfly flitting among flowers, using his palms, fingers, fists, and elbows to move from the front of the tiger to the back, from the waist and abdomen to the neck, and even the cheeks!

However, the white tiger was as solid as iron; no matter how hard it was struck, it only swayed slightly and didn't even break its skin.

"Useless!" the White Tiger laughed. "I started practicing Iron Shirt at thirteen, beating my body with an iron rod and soaking it in medicinal wine every day. Now I have an indestructible body! Is this all you've got?"

Wang Tian stopped attacking, took a few steps back, and breathed slightly.

He had already ascertained the White Tiger's true nature. Its muscles and fascia were as hard as iron, making it difficult to injure with ordinary internal force. However…

"Your training is very solid," Wang Tian nodded, "but this technique has a fatal flaw: it's too weak in defending the internal organs. Because you focus most of your energy on strengthening the surface of your body, the strength of your internal organs is far less than that of your exterior."

Baihu's expression changed slightly: "What do you mean?"

"That means you still have flesh and blood inside you." Wang Tian slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, with a faint golden aura swirling around it. "And I specialize in internal organs."

"Bluster!" White Tiger said, feigning resentment, but his eyes revealed a serious expression.

Without further ado, Wang Tian took a step forward and arrived in front of the White Tiger like lightning! He lightly placed his right palm on the White Tiger's chest.

This palm strike seemed weak, but Baihu felt extremely dangerous! He instinctively wanted to dodge, but Wang Tian was too fast!

"Bang!"

He placed his palm on his chest.

There was no loud noise, but the white tiger froze.

one two Three……

"puff--!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from the white tiger's mouth! The blood was mixed with small pieces of internal organs! He staggered backward, his face deathly pale, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

Wang Tian withdrew his palm and said calmly, "Second move of the Starry Constellation Palm: Hitting an Ox Across a Mountain."

The white tiger tried to speak, but then its vision went black and it collapsed to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Even the referee forgot to announce it.

After a long silence, someone murmured, "One palm strike... shattered the White Tiger's copper skin and iron bones?"

"Hitting an ox across a mountain—this is a unique skill of internal martial arts!"

"Just who is this Wang Tian?!"

On the podium, even the martial arts masters were getting restless.

"Hitting a cow across a mountain—that's a long-lost skill!" an elderly man with white hair exclaimed excitedly. "Old Chen, just who is this person you recommended?"

Old Chen smiled wryly: "I never expected him to be so accomplished."

The Vermilion Bird Sect Master—a graceful middle-aged woman—watched the White Tiger being carried away, her eyes filled with uncertain emotions. The White Tiger was her disciple, whom she had painstakingly nurtured, yet he had suffered such a utter defeat.

As Wang Tian stepped off the stage, Qin Yuwei and Zhang Qingyun came to greet him.

"Master, that's amazing!" Qin Yuwei exclaimed softly.

Zhang Qingyun cautioned, "But your strength has been exposed, and your opponent will be on guard."

Wang Tian laughed and said, "It's alright."

After the fourth round, only seven people remained.

Besides Wang Tian, ​​there were Zhao Qinglong, Xuan Ming, and the leaders of the other three major forces, plus a bye.

The result of the draw: Xuanming versus Wang Tian.

The most mysterious of the Four Heroes of Jiangnan, with the most unfathomable internal martial arts skills.