Mao Fang exhaled and let out a huge roar. A pair of golden palms, like wheels, kept hitting Sun Mo's head.
"Fight!"
Mao Fang took the risk and used his arm to resist the blow of Sun Mo's wooden sword. Then he quickly flipped his wrist and grabbed the wooden sword with a snap.
Sun Mo pulled hard, but it didn't move.
"Can win!"
Mao Fang's eyes widened, and he struck out with his other hand without even thinking, relying solely on the conditioned reflex developed through twenty years of hard training.
Buddha shook the sky.
boom!
The Buddha's palm hadn't arrived yet, but the golden light spot was like a sharp arrow, already shooting towards Sun Mo.
boom!
The air wave exploded.
Mao Fang's palm was so fast that it had the power to break the air wall.
"good!"
Xuanyuan Po yelled and leaned forward, wishing he could take the fall for his teacher immediately and enjoy this blow.
"Where are you from?"
Lu Zhiruo pouted her little mouth.
Xuanyuan Po ignored her and kept staring at the arena.
"Calm down!"
Li Ziqi had good eyesight and understood that Mao Fang was just struggling to his death. After all, the teacher's various stunts had not been used yet.
"You should probably use the glazed golden body, the indestructible body, right? Or use a clone to dodge and counterattack?"
Ying Baiwu put himself into the battle and conducted analysis.
Sun Mo abandoned his sword!
Wow!
This scene caused an uproar in the audience. We must know that weapons are the last barrier for cultivators. Once weapons are abandoned, it means that the situation is not good.
"Sun Mo wants to lose?"
Those viewers who didn't like Sun Mo were instantly happy, and some even stood up to cheer for Mao Fang.
Tong Yiming looked on with cold eyes and ended with a secret thought.
Sure enough, in the next second, Sun Mo advanced instead of retreating, and his combat power exploded.
Bodhidharma conquers demons.
Sun Mo's face is solemn, and his whole expression is sacred, as if the Buddha is alive. Even behind him, there is a statue of Buddha holding flowers and smiling.
Then Sun Mo's Buddha Fist, with the aura of justice, evil-killing, and compassion, struck a blow with Mao Fang.
boom!
The air waves picked up the dust on the ground and exploded in all directions.
ah!
Mao Fang screamed, flew out of the air, and fell off the ring with a bang. His left arm was twisted irregularly and was obviously broken.
The entire fighting hall fell into silence for an instant. Those spectators who were unhappy with Sun Mo were dumbfounded. Isn't this counterattack too fierce?
Snapped!
Sun Mo caught the wooden knife that was falling from the air, wrapped it around a knife, and inserted it back into his waist.
"I lost?"
Mao Fang looked confused, and the pain from his arm made him grit his teeth. Then, he showed a wry smile.
"Nah, it's really a holy level skill, you can't beat it!"
My own Buddha's Great Compassion Hand is so high-grade and so powerful, but it still cannot create the illusion of a majestic Buddha.
"Master Mao, are you okay?"
Sun Mo appeared at the edge of the ring.
"I lost!"
Mao Fang sighed, convinced of his defeat. His final response, whether he resisted hard or took action, was just right.
If you want to blame, you can only blame Sun Mo for being superior.
Uh, okay, maybe more than one!
"Hold on!"
Seeing that Mao Fang's problem was not serious, Sun Mo was not in a hurry to go down. Instead, he turned around and snapped his fingers.
Snapped!
The audience didn't know why, but in Sun Mo's field of vision, more than thirty golden pages flew over like spring swallows returning from the north, and then swish to form a golden book.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you have obtained the Buddha's Great Compassionate Hand, Tianji Middle Grade, Proficiency, and Entry Level."
"..."
Looking at the introduction of the book, Sun Mo was speechless for a while. Are you still a liar?
Oh, is this considered psychological warfare?
Originally, Sun Mo was expecting to be able to master another top-level technique, but he didn't expect this result. Forget it, it's better than nothing.
"Learn it!"
Sun Mo ordered, then jumped off the ring and walked towards Mao Fang.
Ding!
"Congratulations, you have learned the Buddha's Great Compassion Hands, gained proficiency, and started!"
Following the system's congratulations, Sun Mo's mind immediately appeared in the mind of a Buddha statue whose hands were bigger than his head, and he performed various palm techniques.
Gradually, there were more and more Buddha palms, hundreds, thousands, and finally one pair again!
"What do you want to do?"
Mao Fang was a little flustered. He felt that Sun Mo's eyes were very sharp, as if he had seen through his secret.
"Sun Mo wins this match!"
Tong Yiming announced that he was not surprised by the result. At the same time, the doctors on standby in the preparation area also began to jog in, preparing to treat Mao Fang.
"Bear with me, I'll help you set your bones!"
Sun Mo said and grabbed Mao Fang's arm. It's not that he wanted to show off his ancient massage skills, but if he didn't treat it himself, it would take at least three months for this kind of injury to get better, and the doctor's level might be worse.
That leaves a hidden disease.
After all, this was an injury caused by a holy-level peerless skill. It looked like just a broken hand bone, but in fact, the entire arm bone was full of cracks, and some of the fine bone residue of the flour was also shaken off and penetrated.
into the muscles.
"ah?"
Mao Fang has also heard the name of Sun Mo's God's Hand, but he has never seen it with his own eyes and cannot believe it. He still wants to believe in the doctor's treatment.
Of course, Mao Fang was very grateful for Sun Mo's treatment. After all, he didn't have to be like this.
It's a pity that the members of the medical team don't care about Mao Fang's thoughts.
"Master Sun, I have long heard about the miraculous skills of your Divine Hand, so it's time to see it!"
The head of the medical team was an old man with a white beard. He was looking at Sun Mo happily.
"I'm the one who overstepped my authority!"
Sun Mo smiled lightly. After all, by doing this, he might be considered as not trusting the medical skills of the medical team.
"Master Sun is worrying too much!"
Whitebeard laughed, he was no longer so stingy, and then told the group members: "Watch carefully!"
Sun Mo used the bone-setting technique, but he didn't summon the magic lamp ghost because he was worried about overpowering the guest. However, his master level was sufficient, but it took more time to heal than the magic lamp ghost.
When the white-bearded Ma Zhang saw Sun Mo taking action, his originally calm expression was suddenly startled. He touched his beard hand and pulled off a few strands.
"This method..."
Ma Zhang was so tall that he moved closer to see more clearly.
When the members of the group who were not too interested at first saw this scene, they knew that Sun Mo's technique had aroused Master Ma's interest. They immediately widened their eyes and concentrated, fearing that they would miss any detail.
"Everyone, how much longer will it take?"
Tong Yiming stood on the stage and asked, he didn't want to delay the progress of the assessment.
"Master Sun?"
Ma Zhang looked at Sun Mo.
"It's ready to move."
Sun Mo held Mao Fang's arm and nodded towards Tong Yiming to express his gratitude.
"Just treat it in the corridor?"
As a group of people walked into the corridor, Ma Zhang suggested.
There is a treatment room in the fighting hall, but for this kind of fracture, it is still necessary to move the injured as little as possible.
"Can!"
Sun Mo didn't care, and this kind of fracture was not difficult, and could be solved with bone-setting techniques. As for the swelling of the muscles, Sun Mo could use muscle-strengthening techniques to eliminate it, but he didn't waste his spiritual energy.
Five minutes later, Sun Mo stopped.
"Eh? Master Sun, is there something wrong?"
A young doctor saw Sun Mo suddenly stop, his eyes flashed, and he asked if Sun Mo couldn't handle it, he could help him, so that he could show his skills in front of Master Ma and win his appreciation.
"No problem, the treatment is over!"
Sun Mo stood up: "Where can I wash my hands?"
"Go inside, turn left, and there is a toilet."
Ma Zhang said this without even raising his head. He kept staring at Mao Fang's arm. He even squatted next to him and pressed his fingers to the skin, inspecting it inch by inch.
"Is this the treatment complete?"
"No need to put on bandages? No need to put on plaster and splint?"
“I don’t even need any medicine to reduce swelling and pain!”
Several young doctors whispered.
"No...there won't be any side effects, right?"
Mao Fang was very nervous. If there was no problem, why would the head of the medical team be so cautious?
"It's incredible, it's incredible, it's like an uninjured arm!"
Mazhang muttered, astonishment gradually appeared on his face.
This technique is simply miraculous.
Then, Ma Zhang asked: "Xiao Liu, what do you think?"
Ding!
Favorability from Ma Zhang +100, friendliness (100/1000).
The young man named Xiaoliu is Ma Zhang's direct descendant.
"Well!"
Xiaoliu looked confused, how could I see it? Before I even saw it, Sun Mo had finished his treatment faster than the first time I stayed overnight in Hongxiu Tower to find the young lady.
"Hey, this kind of opportunity is rare!"
Ma Zhang shook his head, a little disappointed.
If you want to become an outstanding doctor, you cannot miss any learning opportunities.
"Teacher, I know I was wrong!"
Xiao Liu apologizes.
"In the past ten days, pay more attention to this arm and keep records!"
After Ma Zhang gave his instructions, he looked at Mao Fang: "Don't worry, Master Sun's divine hand is well-deserved. Your arm looks like it has never been broken."
"real?"
Mao Fang looked happy and subconsciously slapped him twice.
hiss!
Seeing this scene, a group of young doctors finally understood how powerful Sun Mo was. Ordinary people would not dare to punch hard right away even if their hand was broken, even if it had grown back.
“Why do I feel more powerful?”
Mao Fang was puzzled and thought it was an illusion.
In fact, when Sun Mo was connecting the broken meridians, he also connected the broken tendons that he had previously practiced on the Buddha's Great Compassion Hand.
The more channels there are, the more spiritual energy flows, and the natural power will increase.
Ma Zhang was stunned for a moment, then guessed the reason, and couldn't help but say something: "If you want to become stronger, please ask Master Sun more!"
"Uh-huh!"
The heads of medical teams who can dominate the two-star famous teacher assessment are at least five-star, so Mao Fang immediately wrote down this sentence.
"Sun Mo and I are not acquainted without fighting, right? Please, it shouldn't be difficult, right?"
Mao Fang pondered.
"Master Sun is a kind man. Without him, it would have taken at least five months for your arm to heal!"
After Ma Zhang finished speaking, he left with his hands behind his back.
Treating this kind of injury is very unsatisfactory. If Sun Mo hadn't taken action, he would have asked the team members to do it for him.
Of course, his judgment was correct. After all, Sun Mo was not a professional doctor and did not know how to use medicine. He could only estimate a rough time.
"I understand!"
Mao Fang is not an ignorant person.
Ding!
Favorability from Mao Fang +200, friendliness (210/1000).
After Sun Mo finished playing, he returned to the rest area. After the first round, he would enter the waiting area and prepare to go on stage for the second time.
Not long after, Li Ziqi and others ran over.
"Teacher, congratulations on your second victory!"
As the senior sister, Li Ziqi sent congratulations on behalf of everyone.
"Teacher, eat melon!"
Lu Zhiruo handed over a piece of the juiciest watermelon, which was specially reserved for the teacher.
"You don't know who to fight in the second game?"
Tantai Yutang was curious and hoped for a worthy opponent.
Just as Sun Mo was about to speak, the system's prompt sounded in his ears.