The Strongest War God

Chapter 40

40 Seven Needles of Hell, Connecting the Heart Meridian in Reverse

“You... You’re Braydon?”

When Liam Neal approached, he finally guessed the identity of this young man.

“Fourth Uncle, it’s me!” Braydon Neal sniffed.

At this moment, the members of the family finally met after all the years.

Both of them had endless words to say, as if they were stuck in their throats. Liam’s eyes turned red, and he opened his arms and hugged Braydon tightly.

The uncle and nephew had too much to say.

“Fourth Uncle, I’ll explain it to you later. Let’s heal your injury first!” Braydon said softly.

“Young man, the old illness in his body isn’t a flesh wound!” Director Quigley was a little displeased.

So many specialists and famous doctors were helpless, but Braydon, a young man at the age of his youth, was here boasting shamelessly, leaving them with no face.

Simon Lockers furrowed his brows. “I advise you not to act rashly. His heart is completely broken, and he’s dead for sure. He’s only going to be alive for three days because of my unique three needles. If you move these three needles, he’ll die on the spot!”

His tone was so firm that it made people feel uncomfortable.

Just now, when Simon was treating Liam, Braydon did not stop him because he did not know what was going on. He was afraid that Liam’s injury would be more serious.

At this moment, Braydon smiled lightly, “Your unique three needles are nothing in my eyes!”

“What?” Simon’s nose almost went crooked from anger.

“Even Yama wouldn’t dare to touch my people!” Braydon glanced at him.

A vast pressure, from inside to outside, shocked everyone.

As Braydon struck out with his palm, the three silver needles in Liam’s body shot out and were nailed into the wall, trembling slightly.

“What powerful strength!” Director Quigley exclaimed in shock.

Even a warlord could not do this.

Liam’s face was deathly pale, and a gray aura appeared on his forehead. It was as if he was about to die.

“You’re asking for death!” Simon was infuriated.

Next, Braydon made another move. His left hand formed a claw and grabbed at the air. Seven silver needles flew out of the acupuncture box on the ground.

The seven silver needles were suspended in his palm, spinning.

This move shocked everyone.

“Using Qi to control the needles?” Director Quigley exclaimed.

“He’s a Chinese medical doctor at the highest level. Who is he?” Deputy Director Lynch was also shocked.

Using Qi to control acupuncture was an ability at the highest level of a Chinese medical doctor.

The number of Chinese medical doctors in the world at this level could be counted on one hand.

One Daoist Chinese medical doctor traveled the world, his traces untraceable.

The other Chinese medical doctor was in the capital. His patients were all high-ranking officials and ordinary people could not get in touch with him.

Last year, there were rumors that the third Chinese medical doctor had died of old age!

After all, he was 109 years old and could pass away at any moment.

Out of these three Chinese medical doctors, one had passed away, and the other two were not accessible on a normal day.

No one had ever heard that there was a fourth Chinese medical expert in the world at this highest level.

There were differences in Chinese medicine. Third-rate doctors filled the villages and towns, and they learned a variety of things, such as minor skin diseases, colds, fevers, and runny noses.

Everything they learned was a mess, and they were not proficient in any of them, so it was difficult to have any achievements!

Second-rate doctors were concentrated in the county, and a few of them were in fourth-and fifth-tier cities. They were almost at the level of directors, and there were doctors between the ages of three to fifty. They could cure major surgical diseases such as severe colds.

As for first-class doctors, most of them were naturally concentrated in developed cities.

They were able to cure hidden diseases and serious illnesses caused by multiple complications. Most of them were old doctors over the age of fifty, and they were the directors present at the alley.

Above them were doctors like Elder Lockers, who were infinitely close to grandmaster-level and were highly respected!

They were good at looking, listening, diagnosing, picking medicine, and inserting needles. They had their own unique experience when it came to treating mild cancer.

And these doctors were great practitioners of Chinese medicine.

A true expert would be familiar with all the medicinal herbs and would have the qualifications to form their own sect. They would also be proficient in the combination of medicinal theories to form their own prescription.

To a certain extent, becoming a Chinese medical doctor at the highest level was equivalent to becoming an ancient martial arts practitioner!

Ancient martial arts and Chinese medicine complemented each other.

The sign of the highest level was the ability to use Qi to direct needles to the limbs and bones. There was no illness that could not be cured.

He was just that overbearing!

There were only a few Chinese medical doctors in the world who were respected by all doctors and regarded as the soul of the industry.

But now, Director Quigley and the others were seeing the fourth Chinese medical doctor of the highest-level right before their eyes.

What was even more frightening was that this young man was not even twenty years old!

What did this mean? It meant that he still had a long way to go in the future.

Being young meant potential, and in the next few decades, he would probably be able to advance further in the medical path.

Deputy Director Lynch looked like he had seen a ghost and instinctively asked, “Who did you learn your medical skills from?”

No one answered!

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Braydon’s left hand moved slightly, and the seven silver needles suddenly straightened, as if they were frozen in the air.

In the next moment, the seven needles entered Liam’s body one by one.

The first needle landed on the Shenting acupoint!

It was located at the fifth part of the hairline at the front of the head and belonged to the Du meridian.

The second needle landed on the Fengchi acupoint, which was definitely a fatal acupoint.

Braydon’s needle drop was definitely an unconventional way of treatment, and it was not treated according to ordinary methods.

After the seven needles, people like Director Quigley and Deputy Director Lynch’s eyelids kept twitching. Even a martial artist would be half-dead if they were to withstand these seven needles, not to mention a patient in critical condition like Liam.

Simon Lockers stared at him and said in a hoarse voice, “Seven needles of hell, connecting the heart meridian in reverse. Who are you?”

Even Director Quigley was shocked, especially after hearing about the seven needles of hell.

The acupuncture technique that had been lost for nearly seven hundred years had never been heard of by young people, let alone learned.

Also, this kind of thing like reverse connecting the heart meridian was simply inconceivable!

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It was this incredible method that had forged the name of unparalleled Chinese medicine.

As long as one was a Chinese medical doctor at the highest level, even the War God would have to bow his head!

This was because people at the highest level of Chinese medical doctors were even rarer than War Gods.

Furthermore, to be able to become a Chinese medical doctor at this level, he himself was probably a War God level figure among the ancient martial arts practitioners!

“He’s a War God?” Deputy Director Lynch cried out.

Young War Gods could be counted on one’s fingers in all of Hansworth. They were a rare genius that only appeared once in ten years.

“Fourth Uncle, the silver needles are still in your body. You should be fine after forcing them out in seven days!” Braydon turned around.

Zayn Ziegler personally came forward and put a black cloak on Braydon.

The black cloak fluttered and wrapped around Braydon’s thin body. The golden Qilin on his back was majestic and roaring. Its hair was lifelike, as if it was staring at everyone behind it.

This pattern made Simon Lockers’ pupils contract.

Director Quigley’s eyes widened. “Gold-gilded Qilin robe, commander of the northern army. Oh my God, I’m blind. Greetings to the Northern King!”

This old man was quite knowledgeable, as expected of someone who would always be taken by the Lamar team on various occasions.

He should be proud to be able to recognize the gold-gilded Qilin robe and Braydon’s identity!

Simon touched his goatee. His hand trembled, and he pulled off a few strands of his beard. He lowered his head, not daring to be impudent.

Braydon did not like to pay attention to outsiders. He squatted down and smiled gently. “Little Ginny, call me Big Brother Braydon!”

Ginny Neal was only ten years old, and she was inexplicably afraid of Braydon.

“Ginny, go on. This is your big brother, Braydon!” Qahira Summer urged.

“But Dad said that Big Brother Braydon went to a place far away. He’s dead!” Ginny Neal’s eyes reddened, and bean-sized teardrops fell.

Braydon was very patient and kept wiping away her tears. When he saw the palm print on the little girl’s chubby face, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

“Who did this?” Braydon asked.

“It’s a bad bald guy! He bullied Dad and Mom!” Ginny said, feeling wronged.

Braydon turned his back to Zayn and said indifferently, “Find the three barbarians!”