Urban Super Medical Sage-Chapter 948 - 944: Patience is Limited (Part 1)

"You make your move." Su Chen nodded, speaking quite seriously.

"Are you sure you want me to make the first move?" Saint Asura was slightly startled and snorted with contempt.

"Then I shall make the first move!"

"A piece of advice for you," Saint Asura stared at Su Chen and blinked, "Use all your strength! You only have one chance! The final move of your life, unleash all your energy!"

"Alright," Su Chen nodded affirmatively.

Around them, everyone was submerged in a profound sense of horror; no one spoke or discussed, the atmosphere was overwhelmingly oppressive.

In the depths of their hearts, many began to feel a sense of admiration.

At least, Su Chen, at this very moment, remained calm, quiet, without horror, without losing composure, and certainly without begging for mercy, right?

Such bravery, such a state of mind, truly behooves a Martial Cultivator, one who defies the heavens and fears not life or death.

Of course, aside from admiration, there was even more regret.

If it were not for Saint Asura, Su Chen might have grown to become a giant among the Eternal Ages!

Unfortunately, there are no ’what ifs’ in this world.

Sheng Yingkun, Nalan Qingcheng, and others, in despair and with pale faces, no longer tried to stop him because there was no stopping it.

Saint Asura had locked and concealed the entire space. If Su Chen wanted to survive, his only chance was to fight!!!

To battle against Saint Asura, a terrifying cultivator at the Seventh Layer Realm of the Ancestral Saint Realm.

It was too cruel.

Would any Buddha Domain Martial Cultivator not despair when facing an opponent at the Seventh Layer Realm of the Ancestral Saint Realm?

But Su Chen had no choice.

The next moment.

Under the gaze of thousands.

In Su Chen’s hand, there appeared a sword, the Ancient Dust Sword.

"Do you really want me to use all my strength?" Su Chen lifted his head, asking with a hint of helplessness.

All my strength?

The Divine Mansion had already broken through to the third realm.

The efficiency of the Three Powers Transformation was even higher.

Mysterious Qi, Physical Body, and Divine Soul had all undergone a terrifying enhancement.

If he used all his strength now, a punch from his physical body could directly deliver the Pure Strength of four million Dragon’s Forces. With the Three Powers Transformation and Divine Power Compression, this number would become twenty-five million Dragon’s Forces, and if the Mysterious Beast Bone was activated, this number would skyrocket to seventy-five million Dragon’s Forces!

Seventy-five million Dragon’s Forces driving the Ancient Dust Sword with forty-five million Dragon’s Forces, plus unleashing the Unyielding Sword Rhyme! Employing the Juetian Sword Technique! Furthermore, if Su Chen wished, he could even prelude with a wave of Soul Technique attacks!

It was difficult for him to imagine just how powerful this sword strike would be. Wouldn’t it be like overkilling a chicken with a butcher’s cleaver?

"Certainly." Saint Asura, unaware of Su Chen’s thoughts, sighed disinterestedly, "My patience is limited, hurry up!"

Saint Asura truly did not wish to delay any longer.

In his eyes, crushing an ant was already demeaning enough to sully his hands; using so much time was even more aggravating.

No sooner had Saint Asura’s words fallen!!!

"Sky! Extinguishing! Sword!" Su Chen suddenly raised his head, each word punctuated, each sound distinct.

The Ancient Dust Sword came crashing down.

With one sword stroke.

Boom, boom, boom...

An utterly annihilating aura violently tore through the air.

Eternal Silence, the collapse of space, the entire area in front of the Martial Path God Stele, as if it was fed into a cosmic blender.

All air, natural Spiritual Energy, Void currents, Void Black Holes, Void Boulders, and so on, were all ground into powder, into nothingness.

The bone-chilling aura of annihilation surged like a tumultuous ocean, engulfing everyone’s soul, engulfing their physical bodies.

In front of them, there seemed only to remain a pure black desolation, and within this river of desolation, a Sword Light was undulating. The Sword Light appeared so ordinary, so quietly unobtrusive, yet it emanated an air that made one feel compelled to bow in worship.

It was as if the Sword Light had been struck by the Azure Heaven itself.

When the sword struck, all the Martial Cultivators present seemed to be frozen in place!!! Regardless of life or death, the only thought left in their minds was the inability to feel their own bodies...

With the sword’s strike, the smile on Saint Asura’s face, along with his pride, disdain, scorn, boredom, and indifference... shattered like broken soap bubbles, vanishing without a trace, replaced by ’fear’.

Saint Asura felt the taste of death.

This taste of death grew roots deep within his heart, spreading crazily as if it had sprouted, taking firm hold.

This taste surpassed space, time, and thought.

It filled his mind, nose, and mouth; he could not even blink, cry out, or beg for mercy, etc.

Even, he had forgotten to fight back, to run away, to resist, forgotten to lift the Asura Sword in his hand.

In the blink of an eye.

The Sword Light, arrived!

Visible to the naked eye.

Just an inch short of reaching Saint Asura... His physical body was clearly seen dissolving, like frost meeting burning heat.

It wasn’t until this moment that the bone-chilling pain abruptly awakened Saint Asura, the piercing cold penetrating his marrow, his mind suddenly clear.

An indescribable desire to survive violently burst forth.

"Ahh!!!" Saint Asura let out a howling scream, his eyes congealing with blood, ghastly and terrifying. He desperately lifted the Asura Sword in his hand.

Attempted one last stand, one last resistance.

However.

The moment Asura Sword was lifted...

Ding!

A metallic snapping sound, not particularly crisp, resonated.

In the same second, the Asura Sword was seen to cleanly and neatly break in the middle.

The Asura Sword, broke... it broke!

That was the Asura Sword, enhanced by the Martial Path God Stele, already beyond the level of a Desolate Weapon!

And yet it broke, without the slightest resistance, as if it were nothing more than an ordinary stick of wood.

Saint Asura felt his heart being crushed in that very instant.

The only thought left in his mind was—how is this possible?

How could Su Chen be so strong? How could I be no match for Su Chen? How could the Asura Sword just break like that?

Too many impossibilities?

Saint Asura couldn’t accept it!

And after the flash of this last thought...

Thud!!!

The Sword Light plunged deep into Saint Asura’s body.

Physical body and Divine Soul, annihilated in a moment.

Annihilated into nothingness, not even a mist of blood was left.

It was as if this person never existed in this world.

Until there was no place left for Saint Asura to be buried, not even a corpse remaining, the surrounding sea of Martial Cultivators was still petrified.

A full hundred breaths passed, still petrified.

No one could snap out of that ultimate shock.

Saint Asura... he... he was dead? Not even a match for a single move from Su Chen?

This feeling was like the richest man in China on Earth being suddenly killed by a crushing weight of money one day.

Ridiculous, it’s too absurd!

An absurd feeling like a dark fairy tale.

That was Saint Asura, that was the Seventh Layer Saint Asura of the Ancestral Saint Realm, that was Saint Asura who had broken through four or five minor realms in one breath by comprehending the Martial Path God Stele!