The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 268

Jiang Fei arrived in Huacheng with Ye Yuanyuan. Given Ye Yuanyuan’s connections, it was no trouble for her to find out which hospital Liu Yunduo was recuperating in.

So after landing, he and Ye Yuanyuan split up. Without a moment’s delay, Jiang Fei rushed from the airport to the hospital to examine Liu Yunduo’s condition.

Seeing Jiang Fei, Liu Yunduo—who had nearly lost all hope in life these past few days—felt a surge of energy and renewed optimism. She knew Jiang Fei was not only a peerless swordsman with unfathomable skill but also China’s top miracle doctor, hailed as a modern-day Hua Tuo.

Other doctors had been helpless against her injuries, but perhaps Jiang Fei could do something.

Her only wish now was for her right hand to recover enough to grip a sword again. The scars on her face mattered little to her. Her life’s greatest ambition was to defeat Japanese swordsmanship and avenge her father—and for that, she needed to wield her sword with steady hands.

If her right hand remained useless, her swordsmanship career would be over.

As for switching to her left hand? That might work in fiction—like Yang Guo losing his right arm in The Return of the Condor Heroes and later mastering the Dugu Qiubai’s sword techniques with the help of the Divine Eagle, becoming just as formidable.

But this wasn’t a novel.

In real life, someone who had used their right hand all their life couldn’t suddenly switch to their left and expect to achieve mastery in swordsmanship. It was practically impossible.

So now, Liu Yunduo looked at Jiang Fei like a drowning person clutching at their last lifeline, placing all her hopes in him. Normally decisive and strong-willed, she couldn’t even keep her voice from trembling as she spoke.

But fate had other plans.

Jiang Fei could heal the scars on her face—but her right hand? That was beyond his ability.

“Is there really no hope for my hand?” Liu Yunduo asked, her eyes burning with desperation.

Jiang Fei’s expression darkened. He opened his mouth but couldn’t bring himself to answer.

He knew why Liu Yunduo was so determined to defeat Japanese swordsmanship—and what her right hand meant to her.

But… he truly couldn’t heal it.

Miyamoto Kazuma had been ruthless. He had severed a section of Liu Yunduo’s tendons completely. Even with Jiang Fei’s medical skills at Level 8, the system’s verdict was clear: incurable.

Not even the miraculous medicines in the system’s store—some capable of reviving the dead or regenerating flesh—could restore what had been destroyed so thoroughly.

Take the Black Jade Continuous Ointment, for example. It worked wonders for bone injuries but was useless for tendon damage like Liu Yunduo’s. For now, Jiang Fei was powerless.

“I can’t heal it yet,” he admitted with a sigh. “But… maybe in the future, I’ll find a way. Give me more time.”

His medical skills were already at Level 8, earning him titles like “Modern Hua Tuo” and “Unrivaled Physician.” What would happen when he reached Level 9?

Jiang Fei didn’t know.

Perhaps his abilities would undergo a qualitative leap, transforming him into a true “divine healer”—one capable of restoring Liu Yunduo’s hand. But for now, he couldn’t make any promises. He could only keep this in mind and revisit the issue once he maxed out his skills.

Jiang Fei still held onto hope—but Liu Yunduo, Su Mengnan, and Ye Yuanyuan took his words as gentle consolation, believing her hand was beyond saving.

…..

Next, Jiang Fei personally removed the bandages from Liu Yunduo’s face, preparing to treat her scars with the help of a nurse.

Even if Liu Yunduo didn’t care much about her beauty, Jiang Fei was determined to restore it.

As the gauze came off, revealing the two vicious gashes across her face, even Jiang Fei—prepared as he was—flinched. His anger flared anew.

How could anyone do this to such a beautiful face?

Absolute monsters.

Suppressing his rage, Jiang Fei took a sterilized scalpel from the nurse and said softly, “This might hurt. I need to reopen the scars before applying the medicine.”

“Thank you,” Liu Yunduo replied.

Pain? She had endured far worse when her face was slashed and her tendons severed. If reopening these scars ten—no, a hundred—times over could restore her hand, she’d do it without hesitation.

The treatment itself was straightforward. After carefully reopening the two ten-centimeter-long scars, Jiang Fei applied Golden Silkworm Tissue Powder—purchased from the system’s store for 980 gold coins—and wrapped fresh bandages over them.

“That’s it?” Su Mengnan asked, wide-eyed.

“Yes,” Jiang Fei said calmly. “Remove the bandages in three days. The wounds might itch, but don’t scratch or wet them. The scars should fade significantly by then and disappear completely within a month.”

He had full confidence in the system’s products—they had never failed him before.

“This powder can really erase scars? What kind of medicine is this?” Su Mengnan marveled, eyeing the small jade vial in Jiang Fei’s hand.

The news that Liu Yunduo’s beauty would be restored eased some of his anger. To him, her looks mattered more than her sword hand.

“Specialized scar removal powder,” Jiang Fei replied.

He tucked the nearly empty vial into his inventory—it might come in handy later. Then, after a moment’s thought, he added, “Wait a little longer. I’ll do everything I can to heal your hand. I can’t guarantee success, but there’s a real chance. That’s not just empty comfort.”

Liu Yunduo nodded and thanked him again.

What else could she say? Jiang Fei had already helped her refine her swordsmanship at the Central Martial Arts Academy in Beijing, and now he’d traveled far to treat her wounds. She owed him too much—and now, with her career in ruins, she had nothing to repay him with.

…..

Su Mengnan, however, seemed to remember something. His expression darkened with anger and frustration before he finally blurted out, “Dr. Jiang—Master Jiang! Can’t you teach that old dog Miyamoto Kazuma a lesson? With your swordsmanship, defeating him should be no problem!”

Liu Yunduo shot him a glare, then turned to Jiang Fei anxiously. “Don’t listen to him. This has nothing to do with you. Stay out of it.”

Jiang Fei chuckled. “What, you think I can’t beat Miyamoto Kazuma?”

Logically, Liu Yunduo knew exactly how strong he was. If she didn’t want him fighting Miyamoto, did she doubt his chances?

Instead of answering directly, Liu Yunduo recalled her duel with Miyamoto, a shadow of lingering fear in her eyes.

“After your guidance in Beijing, I improved significantly during my month of seclusion. I even grasped some of your theories—finding flaws in an opponent’s techniques. I tried that against Miyamoto, but his Niten Ichi-ryū was nothing like our swordsmanship. What I thought was an opening turned out to be a trap. He exploited it and crippled me.”

She paused, her voice bitter. “I’ve replayed that fight in my mind countless times, searching for another way—a better counter. But there wasn’t one. If I fought him again, I’d make the same choices… and lose the same way. His ultimate technique… has no weaknesses.”

Jiang Fei smiled faintly. It seemed Liu Yunduo had indeed absorbed some of the Dugu Nine Swords’ essence from his teachings.

“So you think if I faced Miyamoto, I’d lose too? Because I also couldn’t break his techniques?” he asked.

Liu Yunduo nodded.

“Seems this Miyamoto Kazuma is truly formidable,” Jiang Fei mused.

Even Ye Yuanyuan lacked confidence in him—and now Liu Yunduo too? This duel wouldn’t be as simple as he’d thought.

“He is. You might not know this, but two days ago… ‘Southern Sword Master’ Wang Haoran died by his blade.” Liu Yunduo said quietly. “So please, Jiang Fei—don’t get involved.”

At that moment, the door opened. Ye Yuanyuan walked in, her eyes shadowed with concealed worry.

“The challenge letter,” she said. “He’s accepted it.”

Jiang Fei laughed.

Turning back to Liu Yunduo, he shrugged. “Too late to back out now. In three days, I’ll face Miyamoto Kazuma.”