Howl!
Howl!
Howl!
Mao Fang let out a thunderous roar. A pair of shining golden palms were like wheels, slamming unceasingly toward Sun Mo's head.
"I'll go all out!"
Mao Fang went all out. He used his arm to block Sun Mo's wooden blade. After that, his wrist rapidly flipped and grabbed the wooden blade.
Sun Mo exerted force, but it actually didn't budge.
"I can win!"
Mao Fang's eyes brightened. His other hand didn't even need to think. He relied on the conditioned reflex that he had cultivated for 20 years and struck out.
Buddha Shaking the Heavens.
BOOM!
Before the palm arrived, the golden light was like a sharp arrow, shooting toward Sun Mo.
BOOM!
Qi waves erupted.
Mao Fang's palm was extremely fast. It actually had the power to break through the air wall.
"Good!"
Xuanyuan Po shouted loudly. His body leaned forward, wanting nothing more than to take his teacher's place and enjoy this attack.
"Whose side are you on?"
Lu Zhiruo pouted.
Xuanyuan Po ignored her and kept staring at the arena.
"Calm down!"
Li Ziqi's judgment wasn't bad. She understood that this was Mao Fang's final struggle. After all, her teacher hadn't displayed all his ultimate techniques yet.
"He should be using the Invulnerable Golden Body, right? Or will he use his clone to dodge and counterattack? "
Ying Baiwu placed herself in the battle and analyzed.
Yet, Sun Mo abandoned his blade!
Hua ~
This scene caused the spectators to be in an uproar. One must know that weapons were the final barrier for cultivators. Once they abandoned their weapons, it indicated that the situation wasn't good.
"Sun Mo is going to lose?"
Those spectators who didn't like Sun Mo instantly felt happy. In fact, some even stood up to cheer for Mao Fang.
Tong Yiming watched coldly from the side, silently musing that it had ended.
As expected, at the next second, Sun Mo advanced instead of retreating. His combat strength erupted forth.
Bodhidharma subdued demons.
Sun Mo's appearance was solemn, and his expression was holy like a buddha. In fact, a smiling buddha statue appeared behind him.
After that, Sun Mo's buddha fist contained the aura of justice, punishing evil, and compassion as it clashed against Mao Fang's palm.
Bang!
The qi waves swept up the dust on the ground, causing them to explode in all directions.
"Ah!"
Mao Fang screamed miserably as he was sent flying through the air. With a bang, he fell off the martial stage. His left arm was twisted at an irregular angle, clearly broken.
The entire battle dojo instantly fell silent. Those spectators who were unhappy with Sun Mo were all dumbfounded. Wasn't this retaliation a little too fierce?
Pa!
Sun Mo caught the wooden blade that was falling from the air. After making a few strokes, he inserted it back into his waist.
"I lost?"
Mao Fang was at a loss. The pain from his arm caused him to grit his teeth. Then, he revealed a bitter smile.
"Damn it, it really is a saint-tier cultivation technique. I can't beat it!"
His Buddha's Merciful Hand was of such a high rank and power, but it still couldn't produce a dignified illusion of a Buddha.
"Teacher Mao, are you alright?"
Sun Mo appeared at the edge of the arena.
"I lost!"
Mao Fang sighed. He wholeheartedly accepted his loss. His final response, regardless of whether it was resisting or attacking, they were all grasped perfectly.
If they wanted to blame someone, they could only blame Sun Mo for being a notch higher.
Uh, okay, maybe it's more than that!
"Wait a moment!"
When Sun Mo saw that Mao Fang wasn't in a hurry, he turned his head and snapped his fingers.
Pa!
The spectators didn't know what was going on, but in Sun Mo's vision, the thirty over golden pages were like swallows returning to the north. They flew over and formed a golden book.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you've obtained the Buddha's Merciful Hand. Middle-grade heaven-tier proficiency index: elementary-grade."
"..."
After reading the introduction, Sun Mo was speechless. (You are actually a swindler?
Oh, this can be considered a psychological battle?)
Initially, Sun Mo was still anticipating that he would be able to grasp a superior-grade heaven-tier cultivation art. He didn't expect such a result. Forget it, it was better than nothing.
"Learn it!"
Sun Mo instructed. After that, he jumped off the arena and walked toward Mao Fang.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you've learned the Buddha's Merciful Hand. Proficiency index: elementary-grade!"
As the system congratulated him, a buddha image with a palm that was even bigger than its head appeared in Sun Mo's mind. It unleashed all sorts of palm arts.
Gradually, the number of buddha palms increased. There were hundreds, thousands, and finally, a pair!
"What are you doing?"
Mao Fang felt a little flustered. He felt that Sun Mo's gaze was very sharp as though Sun Mo had seen through his secret.
"Sun Mo is victorious for this round!"
Tong Yiming announced, not surprised by this result. At the same time, the doctors in the preparation area also jogged over, preparing to treat Mao Fang.
"Endure it a little, I'll help you reconnect your bones!"
As Sun Mo spoke, he grabbed Mao Fang's arm. It wasn't that he wanted to show off the ancient massage technique, but if he didn't treat Mao Fang, it would take at least three months for Mao Fang's injuries to recover. Also, if the standard of the doctors wasn't good enough, there might even be some hidden injuries left behind.
After all, Mao Fang was injured by a peerless-grade saint-tier cultivation art. Although it seemed that only the bones in his arm were broken, in truth, his entire arm was filled with cracks. Also, some fine bone shards were shaken off and pierced into Mao Fang's muscles.
"Ah?"
Mao Fang had also heard of Sun Mo's God Hands before, but he hadn't seen it personally and didn't dare to believe it. He was still willing to believe in the doctors' treatment.
Naturally, Mao Fang was still very grateful toward Sun Mo's treatment. After all, there was no need for Sun Mo to do this.
It was a pity that the doctors didn't care about Mao Fang's thoughts.
"Teacher Sun, I've long heard that your God Hands is divine. It's a good opportunity for me to witness it for myself!"
The leader of the doctors was an old man with a white beard. Right now, he was laughing as he looked at Sun Mo.
"I'm the one who overstepped my authority!"
Sun Mo smiled. After all, if he did this, others might think that he didn't believe in the medical skills of the doctors.
"Teacher Sun is worrying too much!"
The white beard chuckled. He wasn't so petty anymore. After that, he instructed his members, "Watch seriously!"
Sun Mo executed the bone setting technique. Because he was worried that he would steal the spotlight, he didn't summon the genie. However, his grandmaster-grade was sufficient. It was just that he had to spend more time on treatment compared to the genie.
When the white beard Ma Zhang saw Sun Mo acting, his originally calm expression instantly changed to one of shock. His hand that was stroking his beard directly tore off a few strands.
"This technique..."
Ma Zhang bent his waist. In order to see more clearly, he moved forward a little.
A few members who weren't paying much attention to this scene knew that Sun Mo's technique had attracted Grandmaster Ma's interest. They immediately opened their eyes wide and focused, deeply afraid that they would miss out on any details.
"Everyone, how much longer do you need?"
Tong Yiming stood on the stage and asked. He didn't wish to delay the progress of the examination.
"Teacher Sun?"
Ma Zhang looked at Sun Mo.
"You can move now."
Sun Mo supported Mao Fang's arm and nodded at Tong Yiming to express his gratitude.
"Why don't we do the treatment in the corridor?"
The group of them walked into the corridor and Ma Zhang suggested.
There was a treatment room in the battle dojo, but for bone fractures, it was better to minimize moving the injured.
"Sure!"
Sun Mo didn't mind. Besides, there wasn't any difficulty in treating such fractures. He could use the bone setting technique to resolve it. As for the swelling of the muscles, Sun Mo could use the muscleforge technique to remove it. However, he didn't want to waste his spirit qi.
Five minutes later, Sun Mo stopped.
"Eh? Teacher Sun, is there a problem? "
A young doctor's eyes flashed when he saw Sun Mo suddenly stopping. He then asked. If Sun Mo couldn't handle it, he could help. By then, he would be able to display his skills before Grandmaster Ma and gain his recognition.
"There's no problem, the treatment has ended!"
Sun Mo stood up. "Where can I wash my hands?"
"Head inside and turn left. There's a toilet there."
Ma Zhang spoke. He didn't even lift his head and kept staring at Mao Fang's arm. In fact, he even squatted down and used his fingers to press on the skin, inspecting it inch by inch.
"The treatment is over just like that?"
"There's no need for bandages? There's no need for plaster casts and splints? "
"He doesn't even need to use medicine to reduce swelling and pain!"
The few young doctors whispered to each other.
"There... there won't be any sequelae, right?"
Mao Fang was very nervous. If there was no problem, why would the leader of the doctors be so cautious?
"Unbelievable, this is too unbelievable. It's like an arm that has never been injured before!"
Ma Zhang mumbled. A look of admiration gradually appeared on his face.
This technique was simply miraculous.
After that, Ma Zhang asked, "Little Six, what do you think?"
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Ma Zhang + 100. Friendly (100/1,000).
The young man named Little Six was Ma Zhang's personal student.
"Eh!"
Little Six had a dumbfounded look on his face. (I haven't even looked and Sun Mo has already finished his treatment. This is even faster than the first time I stayed overnight in the Red Sleeve Inn to look for a young lady.)
"Sigh, such an opportunity isn't common!"
Ma Zhang shook his head, feeling a little disappointed.
If he wanted to become an outstanding doctor, he mustn't miss out on any learning opportunities.
"Teacher, I know my mistake!"
Little Six apologized.
"During these ten days, pay more attention to this arm and make a good record of it!"
After Ma Zhang instructed, he looked at Mao Fang. "Don't worry, Teacher Sun's God Hands lives up to its name. Your arm is as though it has never been severed before."
"Really?"
Mao Fang had a look of joy on his face. He subconsciously struck out with his palms, and his palms actually produced a strong gust of wind.
Si ~
Upon seeing this scene, the group of young doctors finally understood how strong Sun Mo was. If an ordinary person's arm was severed, even if it was healed, they wouldn't dare to immediately punch out with force.
"Why do I feel that I have more strength?"
Mao Fang didn't understand, thinking that it was a misperception.
Actually, when Sun Mo was reconnecting the broken energy channels, he had also reconnected the broken energy channels when he cultivated the Buddha Compassion Hands earlier.
The more energy channels there were, the greater the flow of spirit qi. Naturally, the prowess would also increase.
Ma Zhang started. After that, he guessed the reason and involuntarily reminded, "If you want to become stronger, you should seek Teacher Sun's help!"
"Mn, mn!"
A group leader of a doctor group that could hold the fort during the 2-star great teacher examination was at least a 5-star great teacher. Hence, Mao Fang immediately remembered this sentence.
"Sun Mo and I can be considered to have gotten to know each other through discord, right? It shouldn't be difficult to beg him, right? "
Mao Fang pondered.
"Sun shi is a kind person. If not for him, it would take at least five months for your arm to recover!"
After Ma Zhang spoke, he left with his hands behind his back.
There was no sense of accomplishment in treating such an injury. If it wasn't for the fact that he was curious about Sun Mo's help, he would have gotten his group members to do it for him.
Naturally, his judgment wasn't wrong. After all, Sun Mo wasn't a professional doctor and didn't know how to use medicine. He could only make a rough guess.
"I understand!"
Mao Fang wasn't someone who didn't know what was good for him.
Ding!
Favorable impression points from Mao Fang + 200. Friendly (210/1,000).
After Sun Mo was done, he returned to the resting area. After the first round, he would enter the waiting area and prepare for his second round.
Not long later, Li Ziqi and the others ran over.
"Teacher, congratulations on obtaining your second victory!"
As the eldest martial sister, Li Ziqi represented everyone to congratulate Sun Mo.
"Teacher, eat a watermelon!"
Lu Zhiruo took out a piece of watermelon that was the fattest and juiciest. This was specially reserved for Sun Mo.
"I wonder who I should fight for the second round?"
Tantai Yutang was curious and hoped that it would be a worthy opponent.
Just when Sun Mo wanted to speak, the system's notification rang out in his ears.
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