Everyone shivered.
Their gazes on Bai Zihe were like looking at a demon descended upon the mortal realm.
"Lead the way!"
Bai Zihe swept his gaze across them, his voice leaving no room for doubt.
At his command, the members of the Medical Association, no matter how much they hated or how furious they were, dared not show the slightest expression, nor dare they defy him.
A group of people arrived at the Medical Association.
"How dare you!"
Fang Yongzheng's heart burned with rage as he saw their pitiable state.
"Bai Zihe..."
"Are you not afraid of divine retribution for such brutal and overbearing acts?"
Bai Zihe ignored his question entirely.
His cold eyes fixed on Fang Yongzheng, waves of chilling intent emanating from his stars, enveloping the entire hall of the Medical Association. "Where are my father and younger sister?"
Bai Zihe's voice sounded as if it had been nurtured for a thousand years in an ice and snow landscape.
"To see them..."
Fang Yongzheng narrowed his eyes, gazing deeply at Bai Zihe, and said in a stern voice, "You must first get past me!"
"If you can defeat me, you will see your father and sister immediately."
"If you lose..."
"Then your head shall be offered as a sacrifice to the experts who died at the hands of our Medical Association!"
His voice was filled with fury.
Bai Zihe, neither pleased nor saddened, said indifferently, "Then let us begin."
Beneath his calm tone...
The suppressed murderous intent caused Fang Yongzheng to frown slightly.
However, the members of the Medical Association had also been killed by Bai Zihe, and even the vice president had been beaten into such a state by him, leaving them with a burning resentment.
"Then we shall duel with needles!"
With that, Fang Yongzheng produced a set of silver needles.
Each needle had a subtle difference in its design; some resembled bee tails, others scorpion claws, some were straight as pillars, while others had subtle curves...
"These needles are called 'Myriad Transformations Silver Needles,' forty-nine in total."
"They have been with this old man for... over forty years!"
"I have used them to detoxify all poisons and cure all ailments in the world, to make friends and to kill enemies... never have I failed, never have I been defeated!"
"Today..."
Bai Zihe was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
He immediately interrupted coldly, "Today, I will make you lose once."
Saying this,
A golden needle appeared in his hand, one of the seventy-two Yin-Yang needles.
But as soon as his words fell,
Those around him became enraged.
"Arrogant!"
"Bai Zihe, you are too arrogant!"
"Bai Zihe, how dare you be so presumptuous before the President!"
"Bai Zihe..."
He intended to use a single needle to counter the President's Myriad Transformations Silver Needles...
The members of the Medical Association were all furious, wanting to rush forward and devour Bai Zihe.
Fang Yongzheng's nose was steaming and his beard was trembling with anger, "Young man, one should know that being too sharp will attract envy..."
"Stop barking!"
Bai Zihe, tired of the incessant chatter, retorted, "Are we going to fight or not?"
"Fine..."
Fang Yongzheng's face turned as black as charcoal, his voice squeezed out from between his molars, "Since you are so eager to meet your end, this old man shall send you on your way."
"Swish!"
As his words fell,
He made a gesture, and all the silver needles, guided by his will, flew into the air.
The needles were spaced apart, but they roughly formed a silver flood dragon, exuding a bone-chilling aura that swept towards them.
"This formation is called the 'Flood Dragon Formation'!"
Fang Yongzheng's chilling face bore an expression of boundless arrogance. "My needle manipulation has reached the realm of 'a thousand twists and turns'."
"Combined with this Flood Dragon Formation... it possesses a power that can defy gods and ghosts!"
"Bai Zihe, be careful!"
With that,
He pointed a finger towards Bai Zihe.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
The flood dragon formed by the silver needles seemed to come alive, carrying immense killing intent as it surged towards Bai Zihe.
Bai Zihe's expression remained unchanged. He flicked the golden needle outwards casually.
"Ding!"
"Ding ding ding!"
"..."
Instantly, crisp sounds echoed through the hall, ceaseless.
However, to everyone's astonishment...
The scene they had envisioned, of Bai Zihe's golden needle being不堪一击 (unable to withstand a single blow), did not materialize.
Instead...
Every one of Fang Yongzheng's silver needles, upon contact with Bai Zihe's golden needle, would bend and fall to the ground!
In less than ten seconds,
The pleasant melody ceased, and Fang Yongzheng's Myriad Transformations Silver Needles were completely ruined!
Instantly, the entire hall became eerily silent, so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
This, this, this...
How could this be? How was this possible?
The President had cultivated the art of acupuncture for forty to fifty years, yet he was defeated by Bai Zihe with a single needle?!
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
"You lost!"
Bai Zihe, as if he had done something insignificant, spoke in a calm tone that left no room for doubt. "Now, release my father and younger sister."
"You, you..."
Fang Yongzheng had not yet recovered from the shock of his needles being rendered useless. He pointed at Bai Zihe, full of defiance, and said, "There must be something wrong with your needle..."
"Is there?!"
Bai Zihe stepped forward and slapped Fang Yongzheng across the face, stunning him completely. "You have practiced the art of needles for decades, yet you are such a sore loser!"
"As expected..."
"Your Medical Association is rotten through and through."
"You bully others with your influence, indulge in lust, torment the weak, and engage in illicit dealings..."
"What right do you have to call yourselves members of the Medical Association?"
"Where is your medical ethics, where are your ancestral teachings?"
"I think..."
"It's time this Medical Association was disbanded!"