C7 Raising One's Hand to Show off One's Prowess

Ling Batian spent the whole night cultivating. When the morning sun shone in through the window, Ling Batian woke up out of habit. It's been like this for 500 years, day and night.

He stood up and stretched his body. Feeling the warm sunlight and fresh air, Ling Batian had never felt comfortable. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It's good to be young."

After exiting the room, he asked the waiter to bring him some clean water while he washed his face and rinsed his mouth. Ling Batian wasn't used to the way the salt was brushing his teeth, but he had to slowly get used to it.

After exiting the room, he found a place near the window on the second floor. The waiter had already prepared some food and wine for Ling Batian. Since Ling Batian was personally brought by the City Lord, Huang Sheng, and Fu Cheng, he was naturally well-received.

The tea of this world enchanted Ling Batian, but the wine disgusted Ling Batian. It was strong and spicy, and after drinking it there was also a bad smell.

After a simple meal, the waiter cleaned up the mess, then Ling Batian took out a cup of dream chicken tail and started to taste it while observing the lives of the people in this world through the window.

The transparent, bright, and tall glass sparkled under the sunlight. The seven-colored liquor swirled within the glass, and rainbow-colored light spots faintly flowed out. Under the golden sunlight, it seemed so dreamlike and beautiful, so colorful.

Ling Batian's handsome face looked holy under the sunlight. His slender white fingers were holding a wine cup. The elegant and noble look was unquestionable. Under the embellishment of the colorful lights, he seemed holy and inviolable.

Suddenly, the dream-like scene attracted the entire restaurant's customers. When the man saw Ling Batian, he couldn't help but feel inferior. The woman looked up at Ling Batian, an outsider, with misty eyes.

Upstairs, Ling Batian quietly watched his every move as if he was attracted by Ling Batian. At this moment, Ling Batian looked like a god in their eyes. His every move was very harmonious and natural.

The good times are always short.

Suddenly, waves of clamoring could be heard, and the silence was instantly destroyed.

"Waiter, change the position of that outsider for me, I want to sit at that place near the window." A stout young master with a pale face and a white fan was waving his fan. He pointed at Ling Batian and arrogantly said to the waiter who was bowing to him. Behind him followed four people in the Jianghu dressed middle-aged men.

"Oh, Young Master Zhang, aren't you making things difficult for this little one? The seat over there is the guest from the East …" The waiter said with a bitter face.

"Pah!" A soft and crisp sound attracted the attention of everyone on the second floor.

"Ah, you …" The waiter screamed and fell to the ground. Half of his face was swollen, and two of his teeth were coming out of his mouth along with blood. All of a sudden, the guests upstairs lost their taste and looked at the arrogant young master in white with dissatisfaction.

Ling Batian frowned.

"Hmph, who the hell doesn't dare to give up the seat that my family's young master is going to sit at, yet you are spouting nonsense here. You are simply courting death." One of them was dressed in black. He had a scar on his face and held a cold saber in one hand while pointing at the trembling waiter with the other.

The man in white waved his fan and looked up at the ceiling with a proud expression. The other three men behind him were smiling as well. Apparently, they did this a lot.

"Why the f * ck aren't you going?!" The knife-scarred face grabbed the waiter and threw him towards Ling Batian.

"Ah!" The waiter heavily smashed into the ground. How could the scrawny body of the waiter withstand such torture? He immediately cried out in pain and rolled around on the ground.

Many people heard the noise coming from upstairs and ran upstairs to watch from the side. The shopkeeper was also hiding in the crowd, not daring to make a sound as he was afraid of bringing disaster upon himself.

The scar-faced man laughed as if he was addicted to fighting. Just as he was about to grab the waiter again, some of the onlookers couldn't bear to watch any longer and hurriedly turned their heads away.

"You're courting death!" At this time, a cold voice rang out, causing everyone to feel the temperature of the surrounding area go cold.

Just as the scar-faced man was about to grab the waiter, he suddenly felt a ripple in the air. An invisible saber Qi came. He did not know why, but he discovered that his right arm had been cut off completely.

"Puff …" Bright red blood sprayed out like a fountain, sprinkling all over the ground.

"Ah …" The scar-faced man screamed out miserably as he fell to the ground. The large blade in his hand was thrown to the ground. His left hand held onto his arm as he rolled on the ground in pain.

The blood sprayed onto the waiter's face and immediately sprayed onto his face. When the waiter saw that Scar face's hand was cut off, his face immediately turned pale and his eyes widened. His mouth opened wide in shock as he looked at Scar face screaming.

Many of the surrounding spectators were not people in the Jianghu s, upon seeing such a tragic sight, they immediately ran downstairs in fright. As long as the people in the Jianghu and a few of the more daring ones did not move, they looked at the scarred face in shock.

The man in white looked at Scarface's broken arm. He didn't know what had happened to his arm, so why did it suddenly break?

But the three lackeys behind knew what was going on. They had heard Ling Batian shout "You're courting death" and knew that it was the work of the outsider. They all drew their weapons and surrounded Ling Batian's table vigilantly.

Ling Batian was still blandly tasting the Phantom Chicken Tail and turned a blind eye to them.

At this time, the white-clothed gongzi finally reacted. His face turned hideous as he looked at Ling Batian viciously and said, "Kill him. Quickly, kill him!"

Upon hearing that they were going to kill someone, some of the commoners who were waiting and watching immediately became scared out of their wits. They hurriedly ran downstairs to report to the government officials.

At this time, Ling Batian had just finished drinking the wine in his cup and placed the cup on the table. The sunlight shined on the cup and it gave off a dazzling light.

Everyone couldn't help but praise it as a treasure. The white-clothed gongzi greedily looked at the tall glass and was determined to kill Ling Batian.

Ling Batian let out a soft sigh and slowly stood up. His three lackeys were shocked, thinking that Ling Batian was about to make his move. They hurriedly took a few steps back. Ling Batian had broken Scarface's arm without even moving.

At this time, Scarface also stood up shakily, enduring the pain of his arm being cut off, and picked the big blade back. Although the big blade in his left hand was not very easy to wield, it could still kill people. He turned around, surrounded Ling Batian together with the other three, and with a hideous expression on his face, he gritted his teeth and wished he could swallow Ling Batian whole.

Ling Batian walked slowly towards the four of them. Step by step, the four of them were afraid, they were not sure if they could kill Ling Batian or not. Ling Batian's silent attack just now had scared them.

Suddenly, Ling Batian squatted down, scaring the four of them. However, they found out that Ling Batian squatted down beside the waiter.

When the waiter saw Ling Batian squatting beside him, his face instantly turned pale. At this moment, Ling Batian's eyes seemed to transform into a devil that came from hell to kill without batting an eye.

"Are you okay?" Ling Batian asked lightly.

The waiter placed both hands on the ground and shook his head. His eyes were filled with fear as he said, "No …" No... "I'm fine!"

"Let me treat you!" Ling Batian said lightly. Without waiting for the waiter's reaction, he waved his left hand and under everyone's astonished eyes, a white light blossomed from Ling Batian's white hand and sprinkled onto the waiter's body.

The waiter suddenly froze and discovered that the pain in his body had disappeared. He immediately widened his eyes and said dumbly, "I …" How can I... Why is it not painful anymore? " The waiter jumped up from the ground and felt comfortable all over his body. He touched his face that was burning hot just a moment ago in disbelief. However, this time, it was incomparably cool.

The others also looked at the waiter in surprise. They just realized that the swollen face from before had disappeared. They were astonished. Ling Batian was a godly doctor.

Immediately, someone shouted, "Godly Doctor!"

"What a strange person …"

"What a god. A white light cured the pain and the swelling."

"…"

At this moment, everyone forgot about Ling Batian's previous fierceness and praised his miraculous abilities.

Ling Batian asked gently, "Are you feeling better?"

The waiter nodded with a face full of worship. "Alright, thank you Godly Doctor. Thank you Godly Doctor." At this moment, everyone considered Ling Batian's medical skill to be miraculous. This was only the lowest level magic of the Light Element, "Healing Technique". However, the magic cast by Ling Batian's advanced magic turned into intermediate magic. The magic was incredibly magical, and it was only a small wound, and it was easy.

Ling Batian didn't care much about the fact that they called him 'Godly Doctor'. In any case, having an additional identity would be perfect for traveling in the martial arts world. Who in the people in the Jianghu wouldn't get hurt a few times? Once he gained the reputation of being a genius doctor, the people in the Jianghu would have to be more respectful towards him in the future.

Seeing that the waiter was fine, Ling Batian turned around and looked at those few people, and those four people took a few steps back in fear. In the martial arts world, doctors are a profession that is respected by many people, especially doctors with extremely high medical skills, you must not offend people who walk in the martial arts world, no matter how high your martial arts are, you must not fear them. Ling Batian turned his head and looked at those people, and those four people took a few steps back in fear. Moreover, it seemed that not only was this Godly Doctor's medical skills superb, his martial arts were also very experienced.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Ling Batian looked at the man in white with disgust and said coldly.

The four thugs looked at each other, unsure of whether they should stay.

However, the man in white pretended not to hear him and looked at Ling Batian viciously: "Hehe, you want us to leave? "No way, hand over your treasures and your miraculous medical skills and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, you'll die on the streets today."

Everyone was stunned, cursing in their hearts: Idiot.

"Oh?" Ling Batian was stunned. He never thought that there would be someone who would dare to rob him in broad daylight. What's more, he never expected that there would be someone who dared to rob him.