Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 1011 - 1009: Truly Overwhelmed (3 more)

Very quickly.

Su Chen stopped pounding on the prison cage.

Witnessing this scene, many Martial Cultivators in the training field let out a slight sigh of relief—Su Chen finally stopped his suicidal behavior.

However.

That sense of relief, that faint relaxation, lasted only for a few breaths.

Amidst the gaze of countless eyes!!!

Su Chen unexpectedly... unexpectedly... raised his hand, putting his finger to his mouth, and brutally bit down on it with his teeth, tearing it open. A gush of glaring, crimson-red blood immediately poured out.

Moreover, to prevent the wound from closing, Su Chen went beyond insane, forcibly squeezing the injury to keep it profusely and continuously bleeding!

Why would Su Chen do this? It was still to attract the evil creatures.

Noise could attract the evil creatures.

The effect wasn’t bad.

But compared to the speed at which fresh human blood drew them in—it was far, far slower.

Fresh human blood, that unique metallic scent, was infinitely more stimulating to their senses. Besides, Su Chen’s blood was anything but ordinary—wasn’t it?

Outside the Evil Sea.

Inside the Martial Training Field.

At first, there was bone-chilling silence!

No sound of the wind.

No breath.

No heartbeat.

Everything descended into a silence akin to Midnight Mass Grave Hill.

All the Martial Cultivators, regardless of rank or strength, were clenching their teeth to the point of breaking, their wide eyes staring fixedly, as if on the verge of shattering.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

People had seen lunatics before, but never one quite this insane.

How desperate does one have to be to want the evil creatures to swarm them faster?!!!

Inside the Evil Sea, the greatest taboo for anyone alive entering was—bleeding, right?

And Su Chen did exactly that, on purpose, with deliberate intent...

Words couldn’t describe it.

Even Sheng Yingkun was absolutely flabbergasted, tempted to bash his head against a rock. He wanted nothing more than to stand before Su Chen right now and ask him—why would you do that?

Is living not preferable?

In the training field, there was stunned silence for what felt like dozens of breaths.

Then.

"Quick... Quick... Look over there!"

"The evil creatures are coming!"

"Smelling the scent already!"

"Su... Su Chen’s done for! So many—all of them!"

...

The murmur of the crowd erupted—excited, frenzied, terrified, and deeply shaken murmurs.

Countless Martial Cultivators turned pale, faces red with blood rushing to their heads, raising their trembling fingers to point at the screen, their voices cracking with fear, flailing in disarray.

It was clear to see.

On the screen in the East Region, around the cage Su Chen occupied, the evil creatures were swarming madly!!!

The sheer number was staggering.

In mere moments, their density had doubled.

Ten thousand.

Twenty thousand.

Fifty thousand.

...

The number of evil creatures multiplies, like a sea of black stars overhead, pulsating with bloodlust, sprinting with manic rage, each one grotesque and hideously cruel to the extreme.

Their target was clear—the spot where Su Chen stood—as if locked in by some invisible marker.

The scene.

Grand, ferocious, utterly indescribable.

No words could fully encompass it.

Only a visceral sense of terror remains!

A terror that could make even the ancient figures like Moku and Elderly Hun Qing, veterans of millions of years of cultivation, shudder and lose composure.

It wouldn’t matter if they were ants instead of evil creatures. Such an overwhelming swarm would still drive anyone to despair!

"What exactly is Su Chen trying to do?" Even Yun Xi, usually serene, couldn’t hold back anymore.

She bit her lip, murmuring anxiously. She had been trying to console Nalan Qingcheng, Xiao Zhen, Nangong Wu, and Jun Luoying, urging them to believe in Su Chen, to have faith and not worry.

Deep down, she believed Su Chen could craft miracles, defy expectations.

But now.

Staring at the scene unfolding on the screen.

Yun Xi genuinely couldn’t fathom how Su Chen intended to survive. He wasn’t just out of options for miracles—there wasn’t even the sliver of a chance!

Yun Xi’s brows furrowed as her breath caught; her body trembled in urgency as she stared intently at the screen, her brilliant eyes nearly bulging out.

"Run! Young boy Su, for the love of—break the cage and escape!" Sheng Yingkun roared like a madman, pointing at the screen, screaming with all his might. He knew, realistically, that Su Chen couldn’t hear him through the Evil Sea, but the sheer panic overwhelmed his restraint.

Now, unless Su Chen could instantly crush the cage and flee, it was over.

It’s a pity—Su Chen couldn’t hear him. Even if he did, even if his Master’s voice reached him, he wouldn’t run. For what it’s worth, should he decide to escape, he could indeed accomplish it, shattering the cage in mere moments—a skill beyond the reach of others, but not him.

At the same moment.

Within the Evil Sea, in a certain corner of the Eastern Region.

Su Chen’s smile grew wider, excitement dawning more visibly on his face.

"The effect of blood—definitely worth it." Su Chen murmured to himself, before letting his wound close, no longer squeezing his finger. "Time to adjust my state of mind—it’ll be an epic battle!"

With that.

Without hesitation, Su Chen sat down cross-legged on the ground.

Yes.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground.

This action once again sent shockwaves through the Martial Training Field crowd outside the Evil Sea—most spectators seemed on the verge of fainting.

Shit!

What kind of lunatic calls for this level of bold, reckless insanity?

Confronting an overwhelming tide of evil creatures—and choosing to sit cross-legged, entering meditation? This kind of state of mind was absolute! Unshakably absolute!

Even someone like Moku couldn’t help but laugh: "Brother Sheng, I truly admire your disciple’s knack for courting death, and I respect his nerve even more. If he dies today, his name will live on—unforgettable across the next ten thousand, even million years. Future generations will forever remember there was once a Martial Cultivator named Su Chen. In some sense, your disciple has succeeded."

Hun Qing, Zhang Danhe, and others nodded firmly.

They, too, agreed with Moku’s sentiment.

Even they might never forget the awe and madness Su Chen stirs.

Sheng Yingkun didn’t bother responding to Moku. He didn’t have the time—his nerves were wound tight, his fists clenched hard enough to crack bones; even his eyes seemed ready to bolt into the Evil Sea out of sheer tension.

Soon.

They arrived!!!

The boundless, densely packed swarm of evil creatures, numbering in the millions, layer upon layer, surged forth.

So many evil creatures gathered that the area around Su Chen’s metallic cage had transformed into an ocean and steel-like barrier formed entirely from evil creatures.

The evil creatures swarmed so densely that distinguishing one from another became impossible. Only the countless jagged fangs, tails, sharp bone claws, and horrifying tongues wove together into a nightmarish grotesque dance.

The cage Su Chen occupied was utterly submerged.

"Hiss... hiss... hiss..."

The piercing sounds of the evil creatures’ shrill cries and screeches reached an unbearable crescendo, thousands upon thousands of them shrieking together, shaking the heavens themselves.

The noise shattered the air around the Evil Sea.

Even from the Martial Training Field outside, from the Supreme Mountain and its farthest reaches, every Martial Cultivator could clearly hear the cacophony.

Then came the next moment.

Under the audience’s collective gaze.

Millions of evil creatures attacked, almost in unison.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

Without delay.

The metallic cage around Su Chen didn’t even last a single second—it was torn apart, shredded into fragments, scattered like metallic feathers.

Su Chen was exposed.

He was forced into a direct confrontation against millions of evil creatures, with no defenses—fully vulnerable.

"No!!" Sheng Yingkun, Nalan Qingcheng, Yun Xi, Xiao Zhen, and others all screamed in desperation, almost fainting simultaneously, their voices wild with despair.

Meanwhile, Su Chen displayed an image on the screen—clear as day. He was still sitting in the same cross-legged posture, undisturbed.

If anything, upon closer inspection, Su Chen’s face maintained a quiet, serene indifference—a faint smile flickering there with surprise and exhilaration.

A genuine hint of delight—that proved it. With millions of evil creatures surrounding him, the Evil Qi in the atmosphere had grown immensely concentrated.

What he wanted now was to cultivate the Divine Demon Body Refinement—but before that, the swarm had to be cleared. He didn’t want interruptions. Besides, once these millions of evil creatures were slaughtered, the Evil Qi would surely increase further. Isn’t that right? After all, evil creatures naturally contain Evil Qi within their bodies; upon death, it disperses into the Evil Sea, enriching it further.

And then.

When millions of evil creatures closed in fully.

Finally.

Su Chen stood.

Slowly, leisurely, he rose to his feet.

With a thought, the Ancient Dust Sword appeared in his grip.

A smirk pulled at his lips, playful and mocking. With a slight flick of his wrist.

Sword Light flashed, like a celestial beam—ethereal yet hauntingly silent, cutting through the air.

One strike—all it took!!!

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