Mad Doctor No. 9

Wang Tian returned to the hotel and was preparing to meditate when there was a knock on the door.

Upon opening the door, they found Xuanming standing there.

"Brother Wang, I apologize for disturbing you," Xuanming said in a deep voice.

"Brother Xuanming, what advice do you have for me?" Wang Tian stepped aside to let him in.

Xuanming cut to the chase: "I want to make a deal with my brother, the king."

"Oh?"

"I hope you will concede defeat in tomorrow's match," Xuanming said calmly. "In exchange, I can tell you the secrets of Zhao Qinglong and the Eternal Life Society."

Wang Tian's gaze sharpened: "You know about the Eternal Life Society?"

"Of course." Xuanming nodded. "The Xuanwu Sect has a long history and some knowledge of hidden forces. Zhao Qinglong has joined the Eternal Life Society and taken gene potions, which have greatly increased his strength. However, the potions are beginning to erode his body. In six months, he will completely lose control and become a killing machine."

"If he faces you tomorrow, he will definitely kill you. Because the Immortal Order has given him the order: eliminate you at all costs."

Why am I being targeted?

Xuanming looked at Wang Tian: "Because your appearance disrupted the Eternal Life Society's plans, and they dislike variables the most."

Wang Tian pondered, "And you? Why are you telling me all this?"

Xuanming was silent for a moment: "Because... I don't want to see the Eternal Life Society control the martial arts world of Jiangnan. The Xuanwu Sect has guarded Jiangnan for generations." He said sincerely, "Brother Wang, if you concede, I guarantee I will defeat Zhao Qinglong in the next match and win first place. At that time, I will expose the Eternal Life Society's plan and unite with all parties to eliminate the spies."

This offer is very tempting.

However, Wang Tian shook his head: "I'm afraid I cannot comply."

"Why? Why are you so determined to win the championship?"

Wang Tian said calmly, "The championship doesn't matter. The key is that if I retire, it would be bowing down to the Eternal Life Society. Besides..." He looked at Xuan Ming, "How can you prove what you say is true? And how can you prove that you're not testing me on behalf of Zhao Qinglong?"

Xuanming's expression changed slightly.

Wang Tian continued, "The Eternal Life Society infiltrates everywhere. They might persuade you to surrender today, only to stab you in the back tomorrow. In comparison, I trust my own judgment more."

Xuanming gave Wang Tian a deep look, then stood up and said, "In that case, let's see who's the real deal on the arena tomorrow. Just a reminder, the Zhao Qinglong of today is not the Zhao Qinglong of the past."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Wang Tian closed the door and fell into deep thought.

How much of Xuanming's words are true and how much are false? It's likely true that Zhao Qinglong is controlled by the Eternal Life Society. But Xuanming himself is probably not simple either.

It seems that tomorrow's battle will be a fierce and intense contest.

The next morning, the martial arts hall was bustling with activity.

The first match of the semi-finals: Wang Tian versus Xuan Ming. The winner advances to the final.

On the arena, Xuanming stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a black Taoist robe. His aura was as deep and boundless as the sea, completely different from yesterday.

"Brother Wang, please."

Wang Tian cupped his hands in greeting: "Please."

The referee announced the start of the match.

Xuanming didn't simply defend like Baihu, nor did he launch a preemptive attack like Zhu Hongling. He merely slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread, making a "please" gesture.

But this simple action put immense pressure on Wang Tian. His Xuanming aura was completely concealed, like an undercurrent beneath a calm sea—seemingly harmless, but actually dangerous.

After a moment's thought, Wang Tian made the first move.

He stepped into the Seven Stars Formation and struck Xuanming's chest with a palm.

Xuanming neither dodged nor avoided, and met the attack with his own palm.

"Bang!"

The two palms collided without a loud bang, but the stone slabs of the arena cracked simultaneously!

Wang Tian felt a gentle yet sustained internal force surging in like waves. He immediately activated the Starry Sky Body Tempering Technique, transforming his internal force into the most powerful and yang form to resist it.

Ten seconds later, the two simultaneously withdrew their palms and stepped back.

"Impressive internal strength," Xuanming praised. "Extremely strong and yang, no wonder it could break through the Iron Shirt technique."

Wang Tian also said, "Brother Xuanming's internal strength is gentle and profound, like a deep pool. I admire it."

"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony." Xuanming's gaze sharpened, his hands formed a hand seal, and he chanted an incantation.

As the incantation was chanted, the air in the arena seemed to freeze. A faint black aura swirled around Xuanming, and within this aura, a phantom image of a tortoise and snake coiled—the true form of Xuanwu!

"The Xuanwu True Skill!" someone exclaimed. "Xuanming has actually mastered the Xuanwu Sect's ultimate technique!"

Even Wang Tian felt the pressure. This Xuanwu True Skill was an extremely profound internal martial art, integrating offense and defense, and carrying a heavy, oppressive aura.

Xuanming has made his move.

He took a step forward, seemingly slow but actually fast, and instantly appeared in front of Wang Tian, ​​pressing down with a palm! Before the palm wind even arrived, Wang Tian already felt his body enveloped by power, and his movements became sluggish.

Wang Tian dared not be careless. He activated the Starry Sky Body Tempering Technique to its limit, and faint starlight appeared on his body to resist the pressure. At the same time, he stepped on the Seven Star Step to barely avoid the attack.

However, Xuanming's attacks were like the Yangtze River, relentless and unending. One palm strike after another, each one powerful and heavy, like a mountain pressing down on you.

What's even more terrifying is its extremely strong defense. When Wang Tian struck out with his palm, most of the energy was neutralized by the black mist, like mud sinking into the sea.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Tian was at a disadvantage! This was the first time he had been at a disadvantage since the start of the competition!

The audience was stunned.

"Xuanming is so powerful? Even Wang Tian was suppressed!"

"As expected of the Xuanwu True Skill!"

"It seems the championship is undoubtedly Xuanming's."

Qin Yuwei and Zhang Qingyun's palms were sweating, their hearts pounding in their throats. They could see that Wang Tian was indeed countered by the Xuanming Martial Arts. Although the Starry Sky Body Tempering Technique was extremely yang and powerful, it was difficult to unleash its full potential against the yin and enduring nature of the Xuanwu True Art.

On the arena, Wang Tian fought and retreated, his mind racing.

This won't do. The Xuanming Xuanwu True Skill is nearly perfected, possessing both offensive and defensive capabilities; a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous. We must find a weakness!

Wang Tian activated his Medical Heavenly Eye, and with a flash of golden light in his eyes, he saw through the trajectory of the Xuanming internal energy.

found it!

Xuanming's Xuanwu True Skill, though powerful, has a weakness that is not truly a weakness: when maintaining the Turtle-Snake True Form, internal energy needs to circulate through the Tanzhong acupoint in the chest and abdomen for a small cycle. This is the connection point of all techniques, and also the weakest link.

However, to attack this point, one must first break through the Xuanming defense, and the timing must be precise to the millimeter.

Wang Tian decided to take a gamble.

He deliberately exposed an opening in his left shoulder, allowing Xuanming to strike him with a palm.

"Bang!"

Wang Tian groaned, a sharp pain shooting through his left shoulder, as if a bone were cracking. But he endured the pain, bringing his right index and middle fingers together like a sword, concentrating all his internal energy into a single point, and striking the Xuanming Tanzhong acupoint with lightning speed!

"laugh!"

Both of them were infected at the same time!

Wang Tian's left shoulder was about to shatter, while Xuan Ming's internal energy circulation faltered, and the black energy around his body immediately dissipated!

"You..." Xuanming retreated in shock, fear in his eyes, "How did you know about this place?"

"I guessed." Wang Tian endured the excruciating pain and clapped his hands three times, giving Xuan Ming no chance to catch his breath!

Xuanming's internal energy was interrupted, greatly reducing his strength. After three blows, he staggered back seven steps, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and was on the verge of collapse.

"I've lost." Xuanming decisively conceded defeat. There was no point in continuing the fight.

The referee declared Wang Tian the winner.

The audience erupted in applause. Wang Tian's on-the-spot adaptability in this hard-fought battle was once again astonishing.

"Master, you're injured!" Wang Tian came down the stairs, and Qin Yuwei quickly checked on him.

Wang Tian gritted his teeth: "Thank goodness, it's not broken, just a fracture. Set it for me, I have the finals this afternoon."

Zhang Qingyun handed over the ointment: "This is a holy medicine for healing injuries from Longhu Mountain, and its effects are excellent."