Urban Super Medical Saint

"Father!" Chen Zhengbin rushed over to support Chen Jiateng, his face filled with sorrow and anger.

"Haha, Brother Chen, you've lost!" Alon laughed loudly and triumphantly.

"Haha, Mr. Chen, truly brave and remarkable, but your Huaxia spellcasting is ultimately inferior to that of the Javanese!" Matsukawa Nozomu's face revealed a hideous, triumphant smile.

Their followers did the same, looking at Chen Jiateng and his son with a mix of smugness and coldness.

"You've got to accept the loss when you place a bet! Brother Chen, thanks for your generosity," said Alon, seeing that Chen Jiateng had pressed his arm several times but the black line continued to spread upward. Not only did he show no intention of bringing out an antidote, instead, he clasped his fists toward Chen Jiateng and said with a sneer.

Seeing Alon and Matsukawa Nozomu so arrogantly triumphant, Chen Zhengbin was so angry that he clenched his fists and wanted to rush at them.

Alon noticed this and raised his wooden staff towards Chen Zhengbin, wearing a disdainful cold smirk on his face.

With Chen Zhengbin's cultivation, acting presumptuously in front of him was simply seeking death.

"Zhengbin, come back, Alon is right, you have to accept the loss of a bet!" Chen Jiateng stopped his son with his hand, speaking with difficulty.

His face was not only frosted over but also tinged with black, clearly indicating that the snake venom was spreading through his body.

"Accepting a loss is fine, but it has to be under fair conditions," just then, a cold voice suddenly rang out from outside the courtyard.

A young man got out of the car, and upon seeing Chen Jiateng in such a state, Alon had already rushed over to support him and said with grief and anger, "Old Master, how are you?"

"Who are you?" Alon turned sharply, his gaze as venomous as a snake as he looked towards Ge Dongxu. However, when he realized it was just a young man, his expression faltered slightly, then turned cold and cruel again.

Alon had spoken in Chinese because that was the language Ge Dongxu had used.

"A Huaxia man!" Ge Dongxu coldly replied, then looked at him and said calmly, "Bring out the antidote."

His tone wasn't suggestive, it was a command.

His gaze wasn't pleading but condescending, looking down upon him.

"What are you, daring to be so presumptuous in front of me, this is courting death!" Hearing this, Alon's expression turned even more cold and cruel. Yet, out of self-esteem, he didn't personally attack the young man but instead said to his disciple, "Suhatu, cripple him!"

"Yes, Master!" Suhatu, who had been in the car with him, nodded slightly, and at some point, his hands had come to hold a wooden carving. Carved on it was a serpent, which he now held with a malevolent smirk, ready to attack Ge Dongxu.

"Damn you! What are you to dare raise your hand against Mr. Ge!" Xu Lei, seeing this, darkened in expression, flipped his palm, and in his hand appeared a jade token carved with a tiger.

As soon as the jade token appeared, he pinched out a spell, and suddenly a cold wind rose up, carrying with it the Geng Metal's evil Qi, not to mention that there seemed to be the sound of a tiger's roar within the gale.

In mid-air, a tiger's phantom form roared as it fiercely pounced toward Suhatu.

Xu Lei was skilled in the metal series techniques of the Five Elements.

Geng Metal commands killing!

Suhatu's complexion changed on the spot, he hastened to control his serpent carving while retreating, and Alon's expression also slightly changed as he said coldly, "I didn't expect you were also a person of the Qimen, and even at the Qi Cultivation Third Layer. But even among those of the Third Layer, there are levels."

Speaking, Alon raised the wooden staff in his hand toward Xu Lei, knowing full well that his own disciple was no match for Xu Lei.

As soon as Alon raised his staff, a foul wind rose in the air, and a black, massive snake materialized in the sky.

"Stop! Alon, this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Ge and Mr. Xu," Chen Jiateng suddenly stood up straight and shouted upon seeing Alon make his move.

Ge Dongxu looked toward Chen Jiateng, a hint of admiration showing in his eyes.

Despite knowing their identities, Chen Jiateng didn't act like someone else might have under such circumstances—eager to drag them down and muddle the waters.

After all, they were backed by Huaxia Country, and they were official figures at that! If trouble arose here, even if Alon held status in Indonesia, it would not be an easy matter to smooth over.

But Chen Jiateng didn't act in such a way, which showed that this man was indeed quite responsible and valued loyalty highly.

"Even if this has nothing to do with them, for their audacity, they still need to be taught a lesson," Alon said without any respect.

"Indeed, it is you who needs to be taught a lesson, or else you'd really think we Chinese are to be trifled with!" Ge Dongxu replied with a cold smile. Without any noticeable movement, he simply stepped forward and suddenly seemed to appear right in front of Alon, reaching out and grasping the black snake's phantom image in his hand.

The moment the phantom of the black snake was caught in Ge Dongxu's hand, it materialized into a real snake—just not as large as before, only about the size of a chopstick. It struggled continuously in Ge Dongxu's hand, trying to break free.

However, with Ge Dongxu's level of cultivation, there was no way it could escape from his grasp.

At that moment, Alon, who had just been arrogantly unassailable, now appeared like someone whose neck had been caught, his entire face turning purplish-red as he clutched his throat, his eyes wide with horror looking at Ge Dongxu.

The black snake was a Snake Gu he had spent immeasurable effort raising, connected to his mind and crucial to his life.

Although he was at the peak of the Qi Cultivation Third Layer, his real ability mainly lay in his snake, similar to an Onmyoji whose real strength resided in his Shikigami.

One can imagine how formidable this snake was.

But Alon had never expected the young man he had disdained to bother with would catch it with a mere stretch of his hand; such a turn of events filled him with boundless horror.

In fact, inside the courtyard, except for Xu Lei, who showed little surprise, everyone else was utterly shocked, especially Chen Jiateng who couldn't believe what he'd just witnessed.

Having just duelled with Alon, Chen Jiateng was all too aware of the danger posed by the snake Gu, but he would never have expected the unreasonably young Mr. Ge to simply reach out and catch it firmly; how terrifyingly profound must his cultivation be?

In that moment, Chen Jiateng truly understood why such an important figure as Fan Hong would personally call to give instructions on behalf of this "lesser" individual.

Chen Jiateng actually didn't know that Fan Hong had initially intended to accompany him himself.

This time, Alon's group had brought twelve bodyguards, all of whom had been specifically sent for training in special forces units. They were not only resolute but also had quick reflexes.

Just a moment of shock passed before they instinctively reached for their handguns.

But before their hands even touched the guns, the grass in the courtyard suddenly burst up like green snakes, shooting into their clothes.

Following that, the handguns were twined and pulled out by the green grass, then held up mid-air by the upright blades, with the triggers hooked by the green stems and the dark muzzles pointing at the twelve bodyguards.