Chapter 74
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The air in the entire Mission Hall froze. The confrontation between the gloomy disciple and Chu Chen made everyone feel uneasy.
"Since you said you took my medicine, I'll take care of it."
Chu Chen calmly walked towards the middle-aged disciple who was lying on the stretcher and vomiting blood. However, the gloomy disciple stretched out his hand to block Chu Chen. "You harmed my Senior Brother like this. How are you going to take care of it? We don't believe in your character and we don't dare to put my Senior Brother's life in your hands. Just give me a decision."
As soon as the gloomy disciple said this, everyone in the Mission Hall frowned. They were clearly bullying Chu Chen. They didn't even let him get close to the disciple who was vomiting blood. How was Chu Chen going to take care of it?
"Get out of my way." Chu Chen's gaze turned cold.
"Little Medicine Saint, I'll say it again. Don't get close. If you insist on getting close to my Senior Brother, be careful that I don't kill you!"
Before the gloomy disciple finished speaking, Chu Chen stretched out his left hand and grabbed his wrist. The gloomy disciple sneered, "An Outer Sect Disciple actually dared to take the initiative to attack an Inner Sect Disciple. You can't blame anyone if you want to die."
Chu Chen's movements seemed to be very slow. The gloomy disciple quickly retracted his elbow and prepared to use his palm to heavily injure Chu Chen. However, he felt a pain in his wrist as five steel-like fingers clamped down on it.
Chu Chen, the legendary number one trash in the Outer Sect, had actually used extremely slow movements to control an Inner Sect Disciple!
The gloomy disciple's eyes were filled with horror. He didn't understand why Chu Chen was able to grab his wrist even though his movements were as fast as lightning.
The pain in his wrist felt like it was about to be crushed. The gloomy disciple was in so much pain that he couldn't think straight. He felt a strong force pulling and pushing his body, sending him flying.
"Bang!"
The gloomy disciple flew more than ten meters and landed heavily on the ground. Almost everyone in the Mission Hall cried out in alarm.
"Who is the Outer Sect Disciple and who is the Inner Sect Disciple? There's such a huge difference in strength. Is there a mistake?"
"What a tyrannical pushing hand! How is this the Little Medicine Saint? It's clearly the Little Martial Saint!"
"I didn't expect such a refined person like the Little Medicine Saint to be so heavy-handed. Everyone, don't bully honest people in the future."
After pushing away the gloomy disciple, Chu Chen quickly walked to the side of the middle-aged disciple who was coughing up blood. At this time, no one dared to stop Chu Chen.
The disciples who were looking for trouble all looked at Chu Chen with frightened eyes. The middle-aged disciple who was vomiting blood was obviously more stable and continued to pretend that he was on his last breath.
"I've already said that I'll settle my own matters. I only have one question for you. Did you start vomiting blood after taking my Blood Forming Pill?"
The middle-aged disciple's eyes flashed with a strange light as he nodded, "I've been screwed over by your fake medicine …"
After Chu Chen's gaze swept past him, he said coldly, "I know the reason. The Hematopoietic Pill caused too much blood in your body, so there's just some clotted blood. You'll be fine after you spit it out!"
"Bang!"
Without waiting for the middle-aged disciple to react, Chu Chen suddenly attacked and heavily punched him in the chest. The middle-aged disciple's slightly raised body was directly smashed to the ground.
He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of blood, splattering a large patch of blood on the ground.
Seeing this scene, the expressions of the inner disciple who was crawling up and the disciples who were carrying the stretcher changed dramatically!
However, Chu Chen didn't give them a chance to react. His fingers quickly reached into the pool of blood that the man spat out and pinched out a thin transparent film-like object. He slowly extended it into the air. Everyone in the surroundings could see it.
Suddenly, a series of exclamations rang out. Some of the disciples had already recognized what it was.
It was a blood bag. It was obvious that the blood that the middle-aged disciple had spat out had come from this.
"Too shameless. He actually used a blood bag to pretend to vomit blood to slander the Little Medicine Saint."
"This kind of b * tch has a black conscience to ruin the Little Medicine Saint's reputation."
Chu Chen threw away the blood bag and coldly asked, "Didn't you want me to settle it? How do you want to settle it? Tell me. "
A trace of resentment flashed in the middle-aged disciple's eyes. Then, he squeezed out a forced smile from his face. "It's okay … It's okay now. It's just a misunderstanding."
"Who said it's okay? Do you think it's okay just because you said so? You ate my medicine and you want me to say it's okay. You haven't spat out all the blood yet. You have to continue spitting it out! "
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Chu Chen didn't say a word, and heavily punched the middle-aged disciple one after another. Three punches in a row, each punch was much heavier than the last. Everyone could clearly hear the sound of ribs breaking. The middle-aged disciple who was heavily pressed to the ground spat out mouthfuls of blood. The four disciples who were carrying him on the stretcher were splashed with blood all over their bodies.
This time, everyone knew that he was spitting out real blood! This time, he was on the verge of death. It was almost impossible for him to live.
The four disciples who were carrying the stretcher quickly exchanged glances and prepared to attack together. The cold-looking disciple also surrounded them.
Chu Chen slowly stood up. "Since you all ate my medicine, I will be responsible for making you spit out all the blood." As he spoke, his hands were as fast as lightning and his fists were as heavy as mountains.
"Bang!"
The tall disciple who was closest to Chu Chen didn't even make a sound. He held his lower abdomen. His entire body was bent like a shrimp due to the intense pain. Blood continuously poured out of his mouth.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Another two heavy punches rang out. The two disciples who were preparing to attack together had their weapons knocked out of their hands. They spat out mouthfuls of blood and their bodies fiercely spun as they were sent flying.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Every time Chu Chen punched, a disciple would be sent flying into the air and then heavily fall to the ground.
Among the several disciples, the cold-looking disciple flew the furthest and spat out the most blood. He directly flew out of the Mission Hall and rolled down the stairs.
The entire Mission Hall was dead silent. Everyone was stunned. This was simply turning the Little Medicine Saint into the Little Martial Saint in a second.
With such a terrifying attack power, making an enemy out of him was simply asking for a beating. Was he really the rumored number one trash of the outer sect, Chu Chen?
Perhaps he really had the possibility of contending with Yao Jinghai!
"Medicine Masters know martial arts. Even hooligans can't stop them!"
"This is too scary. This is probably the strongest outer sect disciple in history."
"Is he really an outer sect disciple who just stepped into the Spirit Water Realm and only condensed one drop of spirit water?"
Most of the male disciples in the Mission Hall looked at Chu Chen as if they were looking at a monster. As for the female disciples, they already had a good impression of the Little Medicine Saint. At this moment, their eyes were filled with worship.
Senior Sister Chi Xia, who had been in the Mission Hall and was prepared to help Chu Chen, suddenly felt that her thoughts of protecting the Little Medicine Saint were too … laughable. The Little Medicine Saint didn't need her protection. Thinking of this, Chi Xia couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.
"I'm leaving you guys alive because I don't like killing people." Chu Chen said indifferently, "At the same time, I want you guys to pass on a message to your master. Don't play with these useless things. Everyone will see their true abilities in the annual competition. I'm prepared to accept the position of the Eldest Senior Brother of the outer sect."
When Chu Chen said this, the disciples who were seriously injured and spat out blood got up from the ground as if they had been granted amnesty. They staggered and supported each other as they escaped from the Mission Hall.
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