Playboy: Medical and Martial Master

"Kid, weren’t you quite damn fierce when you just swung that sword at me?"

"Ah?!"

Zhang Feng sneered as he walked over and stomped hard on Sun Zhe’s hand that was holding the sword.

"You think you can snatch my Martial Hero title, you damn well fit?"

"Ah?"

"I’m talking to you!"

He then kicked hard, sending Sun Zhe’s body rolling across the ground like a soccer ball.

But Zhang Feng deliberately controlled the force of his kick, not sending Sun Zhe off the stage directly.

Because he promised Qi Xue he would cripple Sun Zhe, so how could he let Sun Zhe leave the stage so easily?

He walked towards Sun Zhe with a large knife, sneering, "Since we’ve met today, let me teach you about the cruelty of the Martial Artist Realm, I’ll give you a lesson!"

"..."

At this moment.

The audience below was in an uproar.

Many of Sun Zhe’s supporters were voicing their dissatisfaction.

But they were helpless since the "martial tournament" didn’t have rules prohibiting the use of magical treasures.

"Damn it, this Zhang Feng is really lacking in martial virtue!"

"Can’t beat him, so he resorts to dirty tricks, really brings shame to martial artists!"

"Hahaha... what’s the matter? I support Zhang Feng anyway. In martial arts combat, to defeat your enemy you must use every means possible."

"Because only those who laugh last are the victors!"

"Exactly, if the dead guy had magical treasures, he could use them too!"

Listening to these discussions, Chen Ruolong couldn’t hold back any longer, angrily shouting, "Stop talking nonsense, what the hell are you screaming about here? Zhang Feng is clearly abusing his opponent, can’t you damn well see?"

"Hehe, Young Master Chen, martial tournaments don’t have rules against abusing opponents, only against killing opponents deliberately. Do you see Zhang Feng trying to kill him?"

"Right, if Zhang Feng really violated the rules, the referee would have stopped him long ago."

"The referee hasn’t moved, why are you in such a hurry?"

Chen Ruolong was trembling with anger and stopped speaking, looking at Sun Zhe on the stage with a worried expression.

"Boss, you must hold on!"

...

At this moment.

On the tournament stage.

Zhang Feng crouched beside Sun Zhe, looking down at him with a playful and mocking gaze.

He whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Kid, I don’t actually have any grudge against you, but blame yourself for offending people you shouldn’t have. There’s nothing else I can do, they gave me an offer I couldn’t refuse to cripple you."

"In your next life, better to keep a lower profile."

He patted Sun Zhe’s face, then slowly stood up, raising the large knife in his hand.

Sun Zhe looked at him expressionlessly, his eyes calm, as if everything happening wasn’t affecting him at all.

Even Little Dragon Girl got a bit anxious, "Xiao Zhezi, how can you remain so calm? Think of a plan quickly, if you can’t manage, let me handle it!"

At that instant, Sun Zhe suddenly furrowed his brow slightly and his gaze turned sharp. As Zhang Feng was about to bring down his knife, an invisible Taixu Sword Qi flared out and sent Zhang Feng, along with his knife, flying.

The whole audience let out a gasp of surprise.

"What happened to Zhang Feng?"

"What did the dead guy do, how did Zhang Feng get sent flying?"

"..."

...

Little Dragon Girl suddenly realized something, and couldn’t help but praise him, "Impressive, Xiao Zhezi, how did I forget you still have Zhou You Taixu!"

Sun Zhe smiled slightly, responding in his mind, "Initially, I didn’t want to use this forbidden technique in a martial tournament, as it isn’t fair to other contestants, but for this fool..."

As he spoke, he controlled a strand of Taixu Sword Qi to brush past his belly, just enough to knock off the coin stuck to his belly.

Though his body couldn’t move, his divine sense was entirely unaffected.

"This coin isn’t bad, I’ll take it as spoils of war."

Sun Zhe sat up, picked up the coin, and casually put it in his pocket, as if the magical treasure was originally his own.

Then he stood up, holding the Mountain-Suppressing Sword, staggered towards Zhang Feng.

"Kid, now it’s your turn."

"You... don’t come over!"

At this moment, Zhang Feng, lying on the ground, was rolling around. Seeing Sun Zhe approaching with the sword, extreme panic instantly appeared in his eyes.

On his chest was also a terrifying wound, blood gushing like a spring, with ribs clearly exposed.

"Don’t come over."

He struggled to sit up, slowly backing up, "I won’t fight anymore... I’ll admit..."

"Boom!"

Before he could say "lose," Sun Zhe suddenly jumped over and stomped on his mouth.

According to martial tournament rules, once a contestant voluntarily utters "admit defeat," it represents the end of the match. At this point, neither party is allowed to make any moves, any actions would be counted as violations.

But Sun Zhe did not want to end it so soon.

Zhang Feng wanted to cripple him, so naturally, he must retaliate in kind.

Not everyone can receive kindness in return for enmity.

Sun Zhe looked down at him, using his shoe sole to firmly block his mouth, chuckling lightly, "What, are you admitting I’m your father?"

"Mmm mmm mmm..."

Zhang Feng shook his head desperately in terror.

Below the stage, Chen Ruolong couldn’t help but laugh heartily, feeling satisfied, "Boss is badass, this is the way to do it, you can’t coddle losers like him!"

"So damn satisfying, isn’t it!"

"That’s my boss for you!"

"..."

As Chen Ruolong said, Sun Zhe definitely wouldn’t pamper a coward like Zhang Feng.

He doesn’t intentionally harm others, but if someone wishes to harm him, they will receive double the retaliation.

"Crack!"

The sound of bone being crushed made one’s scalp tingle.

The tip of the Mountain-Suppressing Sword was dull, even round, but in Sun Zhe’s hands it was sharp, and he merely inserted it to sever Zhang Feng’s arm.

"Ah—!"

The piercing scream echoed through the entire Martial Arts District.

Sun Zhe looked expressionless, raised the large sword, and stabbed towards Zhang Feng’s other arm.

"We have no personal grudges, but since you sought to cripple me, then I can only cripple you."

Zhang Feng’s eyes were bloodshot, tears flowing from the pain, looking at Sun Zhe as if seeing a demon.

At this moment, besides fear, all that was left in his heart was deep regret.

If he could do it all again, even if Qi Xue promised him a few nights, he would refuse Qi Xue.

...

"Abuse, this is abuse!"

"Referee, stop him quickly!"

Beneath the tournament stage, some were defending Zhang Feng.

Chen Ruolong sneered, "I’m abusing your damn grandfather, is there a rule against abuse?"

"..."

With everyone’s eyes on him, Sun Zhe crippled both of Zhang Feng’s arms, finally kicking him off the stage like a dead dog. He then angrily scanned the audience below, "Who else wants to cripple me?!"

The crowd watched his blood-soaked, ferocious figure as if they were seeing a demon crawling out from hell, none dared to say a word.

...

At this moment.

In the viewing gallery.

Qi Xue stared at the large screen, her whole body trembling.

"This Zhang Feng is truly useless, he couldn’t even handle this with my magical treasure!"

Just then, there came the sound of hastened footsteps from behind her.

She turned around to see Qi Jie, his body still in a plaster cast, hurrying over, concerned, "Xiaojie, what are you doing here? Go back and get recuperate."

Qi Jie approached her, staring into her eyes, asking, "Did you give Zhang Feng the immobilizing coin?"

Qi Xue looked expressionlessly, "I did."

Qi Jie angrily said, "Why did you do this?!"

"..."