Starting with a beautiful woman's private doctor

Before the words had even faded, a figure had already appeared in front of Wenbo.

No one saw clearly how Nan moved; it was just a blur before their eyes, and the figure was already standing there.

The moment the monstrous fish phantom collided with it, its gaping maw, filled with sharp teeth, was torn apart from the middle by an invisible force.

The entire phantom shattered inch by inch starting from its head, turning into a shower of water droplets that dissipated into the air.

The old fisherman stopped and squinted as he sized up the young man in front of him.

Although his attack was a finishing blow to the loser, it was, after all, a water control technique from the Sea God Palace. Even if an ordinary grandmaster could withstand it, he wouldn't be able to handle it so easily.

This person simply raised his hand, and a lotus flower shattered the strange fish phantom without him even moving an inch.

The man with the red bead standing at the back of the crowd was the first to react.

"Isn't that the person who was fighting the Qian family for the medicine at the auction?"

"He came with that wealthy man from Beihai surnamed Xu. I remember him; he was the one who advised Xu not to raise the price."

The fair-skinned middle-aged man next to him paused for a moment, then said, "What's he doing going up there? The young lady from the Qian family completely overshadowed them at the auction, and now he's standing up for her?"

The man with the red bead shook his head; he couldn't figure it out either.

The old man with the bamboo cane gripped the cane, his gaze fixed on Chu Nan's right hand, which he hadn't yet retracted.

The golden lotus had vanished in a flash, but he could clearly feel the fluctuation of its true energy, which was even more solid than when Wenbo had used his full strength.

He's lived this long and has seen many talented young people, but he's never seen anyone cultivate their inner energy to this level in their early twenties.

Old Fisherman withdrew his hand, his dark blue eyes scanning Chu Nan.

The young man in front of me looks nothing special.

Although his palm strike was just a casual blow, the corrosive power of the dark water contained within it was enough to severely damage the protective aura of an ordinary grandmaster.

But the person in front of him blocked it so casually, as if he had just brushed aside a fallen leaf.

"It's truly remarkable that you've achieved such skill at such a young age."

The old fisherman spoke, his voice hoarse and low, carrying an undisguised warning in his tone, "I advise you not to make a mistake. This matter has nothing to do with you. Leave now, and I can pretend I saw nothing."

Chu Nan didn't speak, but just stood there, showing no intention of backing away.

He had waited so long for this opportunity.

He had to get the semi-spiritual herb from Qian Xinya, and to get her to hand it over willingly, he had to make her owe him a favor that she couldn't repay.

"Young Master! Old Fisherman!"

Xue Jiu suddenly rushed out from behind the old fisherman, pointed at Chu Nan, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "It's this bastard! He's the one who crippled Chen'er's arm! You mustn't let him get away with this!"

His fingers were trembling, not from anger, but from ecstasy.

He originally thought he was just here to help the young master steal medicine, but he didn't expect to run into Chu Nan here.

With the young palace master and Elder Yu together, even if Chu Nan is a grandmaster, he would die here.

Today, I can finally avenge Bei Chen!

Chu Nan's gaze fell on Xue Jiu, then looked at Elder Yu and the young palace master, his eyes narrowing.

The sorcerer who blocked the road in Nanxiang earlier also used water manipulation, just like the old man in front of me.

Now that Xue Jiu was standing with these two people again, he immediately pieced everything together.

It was Xue Jiu who sent people to kill him!

He secretly channeled his inner energy, preparing to strike first.

"Is this the time to be concerned about your personal affairs?"

The old fisherman suddenly spoke, his voice a few degrees colder than before.

He turned his head to look at Xue Jiu, his dark blue eyes filled with nothing but pure impatience.

The important matter was not yet accomplished, and he could not fathom the abilities of the young man before him. He did not want to cause any unnecessary trouble at this time.

As for Xue Beichen's grudge, that's Xue Jiu's business, not the Sea God Palace's.

Xue Jiu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he met the old fisherman's dark blue eyes, he swallowed his words.

The excitement and ecstasy on his face froze, turning into a distorted expression of half-anger and half-fear.

"Since that's the case, let's kill this brat while we're at it."

The young palace master's voice wasn't loud, but every word clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

He stood behind the old fisherman, still with that indifferent expression.

Old Fisherman turned around, his brows furrowing slightly. "Young Palace Master—"

"Those who insult my Sea God Palace shall die."

The young palace master interrupted him, his tone as calm as if stating a simple fact, "Besides, he also killed our palace slaves."

If Xue Jiu hadn't brought things up, it would have been fine, but now that he'd said it in front of so many people, he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard it.

Otherwise, if word gets out, where will the Sea God Palace's reputation be?

The young palace master tilted his head, looking at the old fisherman. A hint of coldness, unbecoming of a young man, finally flashed in his dark eyes, as deep as a reef in the ocean. "Just a young grandmaster. Haven't you killed enough grandmasters already?"

The old fisherman remained silent for a moment.

He understood the young master's meaning, but he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.

He didn't want to provoke an opponent he couldn't see through, especially when his important plans were still unfulfilled.

But the young master had already spoken, and he had no room to refute him.

"If you have someone to blame, it's just bad luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old fisherman clasped his hands together, intertwined his fingers, and the dark blue light in his palms shone again.

He didn't test the waters; his first move was a deadly strike.

Dozens of water arrows exploded from his palm, each one thicker and faster than the ones he had used against Wen Bo, their tips leaving sharp whistling sounds as they cut through the air.

He wanted to finish the battle quickly and not give the young man any chance to fight back.

Unlike Wen Bo, Chu Nan did not stand still and unleash his inner energy to directly block the attack.

The water arrow was still flying in the air when his figure disappeared from the spot.

Reappearing, he had already cut within three steps of Old Fisherman, his right fist striking Old Fisherman's chest, the fist tip wrapped in a layer of golden lotus true energy.

Old Fisherman's expression changed. He had seen many martial artists who liked close combat, but he had never seen one so fast.

He hurriedly conjured a water shield in front of him, but it was pierced by a punch as soon as it took shape, and the force of the explosion forced him to retreat three steps.

With each step, the bluestone slabs beneath his feet crumbled into a ring of dust.

"A young grandmaster?"

The old man with the bamboo cane's voice trembled, "His punch just now was even faster than that old man's! Did you see it? He didn't even use his inner energy; he just charged straight in! That old grandmaster had to block first before attacking, but he didn't even try to block!"

"I saw it."

The man's voice was dry and hoarse, like sandpaper, "But with his speed, what's the use of seeing him? There's no way to dodge!"

If a martial artist is like this, how much more so is the old fisherman, a sorcerer?

Old Fisherman is most likely to lose this battle!