Perspective Medical Genius Young Master-Chapter 1521 - 1512: A Flash of Light and Shadow

The Red Demon’s long hair still fluttered gently in the breeze on the left, unaffected by his barbaric sitting posture.

Seeing this, Cangsheng felt a coldness in his heart despite not being arrogant, even after Yue Shuang and the others.

"Great Dragon, the dragon soars in the sky!"

He took a big swig of wine and suddenly leapt from his seat. At the same time, the wooden spear in his hand transformed into a light shadow, like a dragon winding through the air.

With a roar, the shadow of the spear split into two parts, one after another, in a moment twisting into two sharp fangs, resembling a dragon’s mouth, the dragon’s body swinging, directly biting toward the head of the black-clad youth.

The young black man grunted, "A worm is just a trick!"

As he spoke, his left foot pressed heavily on the broken iron back.

"Boom."

Ao Cangsheng’s deep voice felt the earth tremble suddenly beneath his feet, as if it was about to break.

Next, the shattered iron back particles seemed to come alive, shaking one by one, transforming into a giant palm in the air, directly grabbing the dragon shadow above the black-clad youth’s head.

"Clang!"

The sharp iron sound rang out, and the wildly dancing spear, without sweeping aside the middle-aged and black-clad youths, was crushed by the giant hand made of rubble.

The consecutive attacks were instantly shattered by the opponent. This made the arrogant and barbaric sitting posture feel a trace of frustration and annoyance.

Just like this, Han Yi’s confidence from moments ago vanished by half. Yet unwilling to stay seated, he refused to believe in his combat capabilities, now only before the pale-faced individual.

In disappointment, he sat back down, angrily shouted, opened a scroll, and stabbed the black-clad youth in the back again.

This time, he did not jump with the wooden spear. What was originally shot in the air vanished in an instant. Following the fierce strike, a simple wooden spear, wrapped in fierce and tyrannical force, struck the black-clad youth’s back as fast as lightning.

"Flood Dragon Spear, Flood Dragon Strikes Lightning!

This spear had no whistle, but its speed was unparalleled. It could be said, this was the fastest spear the reckless nanny had ever released. The shadow of the spear flashed like thunder and fire, directly piercing into the black-clad youth’s back.

"Kid, stop playing!" Amidst the thunderstorm, the black-clad youth suddenly uttered this phrase.

The next moment, just before the light penetrated the black youth’s back, the black youth suddenly transformed into a shadow, like a ghost, flashing and sitting down brutishly.

"Clap!"

A burst of wood cracking sounds came out, and before Cangsheng and the others had time to see, the crackling sound echoed.

That sound was proud, clearly indicating someone had been slapped.

Now only two people remained before Ao Cangsheng, one was the black-clad youth, the other the barbaric sitting posture. The black-clad youth was unpredictable; he couldn’t be the one slapped.

From the proud Cangsheng one could deduce: the slap must be the barbaric sitting posture. Thinking about how he sat on his head, his heart trembled, his brows immediately furrowing.

"Clang!" After the crisp sound, a black shadow screamed and flew out. Ao Cangsheng’s eyes and hands were quick; without waiting for the dark shadow to appear, he hurried to reach out.

The great force crashed into the arrogant Cangsheng, even with the spirit power of the arrogant Cangsheng, it retreated three steps.

Upon seeing the visitor, proud Cangsheng’s mouth instantly turned into an O-shape. The shadow that had just been hit was actually one self-proclaimed genius, the barbaric sitter.

It just sat there now, completely above everyone. Its deep-colored face, already tall, was swollen, like a potato roasted in fire, presenting an uneven trend.

Looking back at the street, the nearly immovable wooden spear was completely crushed into powder, scattered everywhere. And the fierce and white spearhead was smashed into a piece of scrap iron, no longer the style it once held.

Seeing the barely sitting figure getting dizzy, completely transformed in shape, almost couldn’t help but mock the proud Cangsheng.

To sit motionless yet want to be the center of attention, always thinking of doing a long face for oneself, is utterly shameless, but what about his heart?

However, his anger at the sitter was not bothered in the least. It was a selfish thing, though not surprising for the black-clad youth.

It is clear the young black man still sits on the barbaric seat. Otherwise, ignoring the deeper strength of the black youth’s weight-bearing, even when severely injured, it is no problem to sit still for a moment.

Seeing the barbaric sitter simply nod its head, Yue Shuang and others quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as they were not severely injured by the guy, there was no reason to start against the black-clad youth.

"Then... pale face, you don’t want to go, a great Han 300 rounds!" Sitting there dizzy, as if a swarm of flies buzzed in his ears.

The darkness broke, the sword shone, and everything seemed to return to the spacious street.

The ash flew away, the light flipped over, Ao Cangsheng faced the clouds again with "Cloud Storm," immediately arriving before the black youth.

Hands raised, palm opened, slap these simple actions completed in one go, carrying a proud and surging domineering spirit, instantly sounding the black-clad youth with a resounding slap.

The black-clad youth squinted, but in an instant saw through that arrogant attack. With a long whistle, he casually extended his left hand, striking against the proud hand.

In a fierce bombshell explosion, a transparent bright light suddenly flashed through the proud Sheng’s body, blocking the black youth’s rapid counterattack.

"Hey!"

This proud scene wasn’t obvious, but the black youth across could clearly see it. Seeing such odd images, the black youth couldn’t help but exclaim.

Ao Cangsheng should’ve been deliberately leaving his hand on the young black man. When the attack rebounded, he immediately urged his luck to stabilize.

Even so, under the mighty force, arrogant Cangsheng transformed into a gale, instantly sent flying by the opposing strength.

Fortunately, Ao Cangsheng reacted in time, and the black youth wasn’t overly arrogant either. Ao Cangsheng only stabilized after five feet of speed.

Looking forward, he left behind a deep pit two feet wide, five inches deep. The iron shield was smashed by proud Cangsheng, splashing water everywhere.

Debris and smoke were flying, besides five feet away, the black youth stood there. To him, the punch moments ago seemed like a contest, and he did not move again.

Ao Cangsheng held back the surge of blood, staring solemnly at the black-clad youth. Facing the effort, Ao Cangsheng had already concluded, the opposing black youth at least had eight breakthrough points in strength.

Even without a living palace, without using a Han soldier, it could easily break proud Cangsheng’s "holding down the world, eating people’s hand" sixth move, its power at least breaking eight realms. This conclusion was confirmed early at the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion.

Upon seeing proud Cangsheng retreat, Yue Shuang rushed a step forward, and solemnly asked, "Are you okay?"

Ao Cangsheng waved his hand, saying, "I’m fine. The opponent deliberately left his hand. Otherwise, I couldn’t stand here now!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Shuang exhaled a sigh of relief. Her charming willow brows relaxed gently, her captivating eyes blinked, smiled, "Do you want me to help you train that guy?"

Ao Cangsheng smiled wryly, waved his hand saying, "Forget it! People have already held back their hand, we’re still unwilling, that wouldn’t be too dignified either!"