C55 A True Expert(2)

“Whoosh... Clang...”

The long sword clashed with the red vines, producing a grating sound like metal scraping against metal. In an instant, the sword in Uncle Fu's hand was ground down to iron dust, barely managing to cut a gap in the red net. The sword was just an ordinary weapon he had grabbed in haste, while the black-robed man's blood-red vines were clearly something extraordinary. Uncle Fu's ability to make any headway was due to his own formidable skills.

“Uncle Fu, use this sword!” Seeing that Uncle Fu was again without a weapon, Woo Zhengyang quickly retrieved the Blue Mist Sword from his Hidden Heaven Bag and tossed it over. The fact that Woo Zhengyang owned such a bag and a high-quality sword left many speechless, realizing they had underestimated him.

But at this moment, no one cared about that. A battle between Shape Gathering Stage masters was a rare sight indeed.

A giant hand of vital spirit appeared out of thin air, grabbing the Blue Mist Sword in mid-air. Instantly, the sword's blade emitted a deep blue glow, transforming into a streak of light as it shot toward the black-robed man.

“Damn it!” the black-robed man shouted angrily, as vines rapidly coiled together, forming a massive blood-red petal in front of him.

“Whoosh...”

Though the Blue Mist Sword was a lower-grade attack weapon, it was far superior to an ordinary sword. In Uncle Fu's hands, it unleashed tremendous power, piercing through the blood-red petal with a single thrust. The sword's tip even penetrated the black-robed man's shoulder, drawing a spray of blood.

"Today's defeat will be avenged another day!" The black-robed man, repeatedly failing, knew he was no match for his opponent. His energy surged wildly, causing his robe to billow around him.

A mist of blood appeared around him, making him resemble a cloud of blood as he quickly floated skyward. It was an escape technique, one that burned his own life force—a desperate move to flee.

He was fast, but Uncle Fu's sword was faster. The Blue Mist Sword spun furiously, stirring the very air, trailing a pale blue flame as it pierced the red cloud the black-robed man had become.

"Boom..."

With a tremendous sound, the red cloud rapidly expanded and exploded, painting the sky red. Soon, blood rain began to fall over the entire square.

The Blue Mist Sword, now devoid of its brilliance, fell and was caught by Uncle Fu, but it crumbled in his hand like a decaying branch.

"I miscalculated. He self-destructed," Uncle Fu said apologetically to Woo Zhengyang.

At this point, Uncle Fu was concerned about the sword, to which Woo Zhengyang shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's just a sword, it doesn't matter."

The battle was over, but the blood rain continued to fall. Many stood frozen, letting it drench them. The Lau family, in particular, was stunned, with some even retreating, fearing Uncle Fu might hold them accountable and unleash his wrath.

Uncle Fu clearly had no such intention. After channeling a vital energy to heal Lau Qinghan, he took Woo Zhengyang and left the area, walking on air.

Before long, Woo Zhengyang and Uncle Fu landed in an open field outside Bright Sun City. Woo Zhengyang was about to ask Uncle Fu what was going on when he noticed Uncle Fu's face had turned as pale as paper.

"Uncle Fu, what's wrong?" Woo Zhengyang asked, alarmed.

In the recent confrontation, the black-robed man had no chance to fight back under Uncle Fu's pressure, so Uncle Fu shouldn't have been injured.

"It's nothing, young master, no need to worry!" Uncle Fu replied.

Despite his words, Woo Zhengyang couldn't believe him. In just a moment, Uncle Fu's once graying hair had turned completely white, and his face was now marked with many more wrinkles, giving him an aged appearance that seemed unfit for a martial artist.

"Truth is, I should have died many years ago, but the young lady sealed my vital energy, saving my life. Now, using it again has naturally triggered old ailments. But for you, young master, it's all worth it."

"If that's the case, Uncle Fu, you could have just scared off that black-robed man. Why risk your life to kill him?"

"Once the vital energy starts flowing, it can't be stopped, whether there's a fight or not. Besides, I couldn't leave any future trouble for you, young master," Uncle Fu said with a smile, though Woo Zhengyang felt a deep pain at the sight.

"Uncle Fu, there must be a way to save you! There has to be, right?"

"Young master, there's no need to dwell on this. I probably have another six months left. Being able to spend that time with you is more than enough for me."

Despite Uncle Fu's words, Woo Zhengyang wasn't ready to give up. After much persistence, Uncle Fu finally revealed a remedy that could heal him—a Dragon Saliva Pill. This pill, made from Dragon Saliva Grass as the catalyst and Dragon Saliva Ginseng as the main ingredient, combined with nine other mystical herbs and fruits, could repair damaged meridians and hidden injuries.

Woo Zhengyang had never heard of such a pill, let alone seen one. According to Uncle Fu, it was unlikely that a single Dragon Saliva Pill could be found in the entire country. But Woo Zhengyang wasn't one to give up easily. Uncle Fu had protected him for many years and had sustained old injuries in the process. Even if there was only a sliver of hope, Woo Zhengyang was determined to pursue it.

The Dragon Saliva Pill became Woo Zhengyang's primary goal!