Chapter 135: Died On the Spot, Bian Que Three in a Row

People dispersed, heading to the deck to wait for the upcoming excitement.

Kongming then looked at Tang Luo and asked: "Does the contract not work on you?"

"No, it just hurt a little." Tang Luo shook his head.

"Ah, I see." Kongming suddenly understood.

After signing the contract, if one attacks another who has also signed the contract, they will suffer backlash.

The backlash works by applying the damage inflicted on the opponent to oneself at double the amount—it is damage, not injury.

In gamified terms, it's like you deal 1000 damage to someone else, and you yourself receive 2000 points of "reflected damage."

The reflected damage is still "true damage," so defense has no effect.

This backlash mechanism is useful in most cases, but there is one situation where it is ineffective—when the effect is very small.

That is the case with Tang Luo and Old Huang: their physical strength differs too greatly, so the force that could knock Old Huang unconscious is negligible to Tang Luo.

When Tang Luo attacked Old Huang, he suffered the backlash, and the effect was just pain.

It hurt a little and that was it.

Kongming's "Ah, I see" was his guess at the general situation.

Of course, he didn't ask further.

……

On the deck, all members of the Wulin Mythology had gathered together.

Earlier, the broadcast had notified them to come here, suggesting something major had happened.

Upon looking, indeed something major had occurred: Houyi and Huang Zhong lay unconscious on the ground.

Beside them stood the ship captain Dragon King, Mr. Kongming, and a young man with white hair, also not wearing a mask, looking quite unfamiliar, and no one knew exactly who he was.

Was he a former member of the organization, or just a newcomer who had just joined?

At this moment, naturally, there needed to be onlookers serving as commentators.

The members who had just watched the entire process spoke up one after another, explaining the situation to the "new onlookers" nearby.

After the explanation, everyone showed expressions of sudden understanding—ah, so that's what happened.

Many also looked at Tang Luo with thoughtful expressions, clearly recognizing him, at least knowing who Tang Luo was.

How could the advertisement for approaching science not be in vain? Otherwise, wouldn't it make Yao Jingwu of Heaven seem utterly worthless?

Most people were also curious why Tang Luo could "unharmed" knock out Old Huang—could it be that he hadn't signed the contract?

"So many people, what are you all doing here?"

At this moment, just then two more people boarded the ship—one wearing a mask, one not.

The one without a mask also wasn't wearing black clothes, but instead a white wide-sleeved robe, with a goat beard, looking like an ancient person.

"Doctor Bian."

"Physician Bian."

The onlookers consciously made way, letting the ancient-dressed man enter, while the other was just along for the ride.

Among them, some voices sounded quite fawning.

Regardless of whether they were fawning or not, basically, everyone offering a greeting was unavoidable.

"Bian Que," Kongming whispered to Tang Luo, "skilled in healing, a renowned physician of his generation."

Tang Luo recalled Dragon King and Kongming mentioning "Doctor Bian"—this must be him.

Judging by his appearance, he still held considerable status in Wulin Mythology, his head slightly raised, not paying much attention to most people's greetings, only responding to a small few.

"What's going on with these two?" Bian Que came to the center, pointing at the unconscious Old Huang and Houyi on the ground and asked.

Someone immediately gave a brief summary of the events.

Bian Que frowned; he had no interest in Old Huang or Houyi, but he did take some interest in this white-haired monk, Tang Xuanzang.

Healing wounds and saving people through enlightenment?

And he even knocked out Old Huang?

His strength is not bad—looks like he hasn't signed the contract and is about to join Wulin Mythology.

Others joining, Bian Que wouldn't bother, but suddenly another figure similar to a "physician" appears—then it's different.

Bian Que's strength is average; placed in the entire Wulin Mythology, he belongs to the lower tier.

But his status is undoubtedly upper tier—why? Not anything else, but because he possesses a powerful healing skill.

In Wulin Mythology, there are not no healers, but only Bian Que is the most formidable, his fate achieving a perfected healing method that can help resolve most members' injuries, making him a unique renowned physician in Wulin Mythology.

Now another monk has appeared, wanting to compete with him for business.

A rival!

Bian Que's eyes instantly filled with hostility; he ignored everyone else and walked up to Dragon King, asking: "Your injury—I've found some clues."

"Oh, thank you, Doctor Bian, it's already healed." Dragon King said, you came too late.

"Huh?" Bian Que was stunned—healed? Did Dragon King enter another mission world during this time?

Although in most cases, completing more missions increases the interval between them, it's not absolutely so.

Bian Que directly asked, and Dragon King was actually somewhat displeased.

His injury—known to heaven and earth, known to him, known to Bian Que, even Kongming didn't know at first.

And now you're saying it out loud in public?

Why? Because Tang Luo's appearance made him feel threatened, eager to prove himself again?

Dragon King doesn't mind Bian Que guarding his status—it's human nature—but using him, Dragon King, as a target? What's the meaning of that?

They're all thousand-year-old foxes—what are you playing at, chatting about strange tales? He's not petty nor foolish; when he sees it, does he not notice? Speaking loosely, if he momentarily failed to notice something wrong, Kongming is right there beside him—he couldn't fail to notice.

Normally, Dragon King would have let this thought pass, but now……

With Tang Luo standing nearby as a contrast, things suddenly seemed different.

Good and bad have always been revealed through comparison.

Think of Master Xuanzang—without a word, he just treated them, and it was over in less than a minute. That's what good treatment looks like.

Noticing the Dragon King's cold attitude, Bian Que inwardly let out a cold snort—"Back then they called people Xiao Tian Tian, now it's Madame Niu."

Instantly, they looked at each other with mutual dislike.

"Are you planning to save them?" Bian Que asked Tang Luo.

"Exactly." Tang Luo made no effort to hide his purpose, "The poor monk intends to give them an 'instant cure,' so everyone will know how powerful my enlightened healing technique is."

"Heh, don't let it turn into instant death." Bian Que gave a hollow smile—what an arrogant brat! To openly say he's stealing business right to his face, he doesn't even take him seriously!

Bian Que's thought was correct—Tang Luo truly didn't take him seriously.

"Why don't I take a look first? I also know a bit of medicine." Bian Que said "humbly."

"Great." Tang Luo said, "Doctor Bian wants to challenge me to a duel! Today we'll compete on the same stage! Whoever wins will be the Number One Divine Physician of the Martial World!"

"......"

Bian Que's mouth slightly opened, his expression dazed, and he actually said it out loud!

Although I had this thought—wanting to suppress newcomers to avoid affecting my status, everyone's already figured it out.

But how could I say it out loud?

Some things, when laid bare on the table, just look ugly—don't you get it?

Originally something done without a trace, it could both show off medical skill and solidify status, but after Tang Luo shouted it like that, it feels completely different now!

Fighting fiercely, competitive, with the suspicion of suppressing newcomers—what kind of image is that!

"You think saying this will make me back down?" Bian Que stared at Tang Luo and asked, this shameless guy—does he really think he can force me to retreat with this tactic?

"No." Tang Luo smiled, "With me saying this, Doctor Bian will certainly not back down. It perfectly matches your true intention, and the crowd's desire to watch the spectacle also aligns with my interests."

Win-win-win!

"Cough, cough."

Kong Ming beside him coughed twice—some things, can't you just not say them out loud?

Completing the mission is near-impossible, extremely difficult—rarely do we get to relax a bit, watch some excitement, it's only human.

If you insist on exposing it, you'll easily get beaten—don't you know that?

Bian Que really wanted to hit Tang Luo, but he couldn't—if he resorted to violence, it would be beneath him. As a doctor, he still has to rely on medical skill to speak.

"Fine, I'll do exactly as you wish!" Bian Que stared at Tang Luo and loudly declared.

"Then please, Doctor Bian." Tang Luo pointed to the two people lying on the ground.

Kong Ming immediately bowed his head in silent mourning for Old Huang and Hou Yi—unconscious people, truly no human rights at all.

Kong Ming immediately shot a glance at the Dragon King: "From now on, if I get injured and faint and come back, you definitely won't let me be treated in public."

"Me too." The Dragon King returned Kong Ming's glance—instantly forming an offensive-defensive alliance. Unless one day they both faint together, this must never happen.

"So, Master Xuanzang, you go first or me?" Bian Que said with a hint of mockery. At the same time, he reminded everyone: this is a monk, not a true·medical-life fate.

"You go first." Tang Luo said.

"Alright." Bian Que confidently walked to the two people lying side by side—on the path of medicine, he naturally had full confidence.

"This is just a minor injury." After glancing a few times, Bian Que pointed at Old Huang and said.

Although Old Huang was unconscious, he indeed wasn't seriously injured—just simply "knocked out."

Bian Que didn't even need to use any skill or give him medicine—just saw him squat down, extend his hand, and tap several times on Old Huang's head, then tap a few more times on his body.

Not long after, Old Huang opened his eyes, his face still showing remnants of pain and dazed confusion.

"Doctor Bian truly has superb medical skill."

"Amazing, amazing!" Immediately someone started praising.

Old Huang sat up on the somewhat cool deck, dazed for three seconds, then suddenly stood up, turned his head to find Tang Luo: "You—"

"The donor has awakened, very good." Tang Luo raised one hand, made a flower-picking gesture with a smile, as if the person who knocked out Old Huang wasn't him at all.

"Old Huang, Master Xuanzang and Doctor Bian plan to treat Hou Yi—you'd better not stop them." The Dragon King looked at Old Huang and said.

"What?" Old Huang hadn't expected that his fainting would lead to such a dire situation.

A crowd gathered, and Bian Que was about to step in to treat him.

This renowned physician—when did he become so kind-hearted? The fee for him to treat someone isn't low at all.

"Well, just rest assured—your friend, I will definitely cure him. If I can't……" Bian Que didn't continue—failure means three consecutive losses.

"Then I'll trouble you." Old Huang forced a grim smile, making people even more curious about what connection there could be between his and Hou Yi's fainting.

Bian Que didn't say more, already lowering his head to look at Hou Yi.

Upon closer inspection, his brow unconsciously furrowed—looking, listening, asking, cutting: just by looking, Bian Que saw nothing noteworthy.

Hou Yi appeared "healthy and sound," with no abnormalities, nothing at all.

Bian Que showed no hesitation—immediately squatted down, placed his hand on Hou Yi's wrist, and began pulse diagnosis.

"Something's not right."

"It's been several minutes, and Doctor Bian still hasn't spoken."

"Maybe he's going to say Bian Que's three losses—'no hope, just wait to die, goodbye!'"

What does "Bian Que's three losses" mean? It's "no hope, just wait to die, goodbye!"

Those who've undergone the three losses from this fate-Bian Que, this fate-Bian Que doctor—truly, not a single one has survived.

Even if they don't "die on the spot," dragging it out until the mission descends, they just vanish silently.

Going on a mission with a body weighed down by serious illness and heavy injury is essentially announcing one's death.