The rebirth of the medical warrior, sweeping across the ages

The night was as dark as ink, the stars seemed to be swallowed by thick clouds, and the entire wilderness fell into an oppressive darkness. The wind no longer gently brushed the grass tips, but with a biting chill, it shuttled through every inch of space, foreshadowing the coming storm. Ding Zhihua stood on the top of the boulder, and the golden light slowly flowed around him, like a volcano about to erupt, containing the power to destroy the world.

The black-robed man stood not far away, the black aura around him seemed to blend into the night, only his cold eyes flickered in the darkness, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey, revealing endless greed and cruelty. The confrontation between the two made the entire wilderness hold its breath, waiting for the decisive moment.

"Ding Zhihua, you know that today's battle is not only about the grudge between you and me, but also the intersection of the destinies of two worlds." The voice of the man in black robe was low and hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with unquestionable majesty.

Ding Zhihua's lips curled up into a faint smile, which contained both mockery of the black-robed man's words and persistence in his own beliefs. "The fate of the world? That is too far away. I only know that today I will use the sword in my hand to protect what I love and eliminate all injustice in the world." After saying this, he moved his body, like a dragon soaring into the sky, and the golden spiritual power turned into substance, condensing into a dazzling sword light, pointing directly at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man snorted coldly, and his figure blurred in an instant, disappearing like a ghost. When he reappeared, he was already behind Ding Zhihua, and slapped him with his palm. The cold air condensed into substance, turning into a sharp ice blade, pointing directly at Ding Zhihua's back. This blow was as fast as lightning, fierce and decisive, and it was obvious that he wanted to kill him with one blow.

However, Ding Zhihua seemed to have eyes behind him, and he turned his body slightly to easily avoid the fatal blow. At the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly swirled and turned into a golden tornado, which swept the man in black robe into it. In the tornado, spiritual power and cold air collided violently, erupting with a deafening roar, as if the world was shaking.

"You want to trap me with just a bit of cold air?" The man in black robe shouted angrily, and the black air around him was boiling. He broke free from the tornado's restraints, but his face became even paler. Obviously, this attack also caused him a lot of damage.

Ding Zhihua did not give the black-robed man a chance to breathe. He flashed like a dragon playing in the water, and the golden sword light drew a series of gorgeous trajectories in the air. Each strike contained his deep understanding of martial arts and his clever use of medical skills. He knew that the black-robed man was powerful and he had to fight quickly. Otherwise, the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

Seeing this, the man in black robes no longer held back. He waved his hands, and black air filled the air, instantly transforming into black hands of the underworld, which pounced towards Ding Zhihua. These hands of the underworld were not only extremely fast, but also incredibly powerful, and each one was enough to tear apart metal and stone.

Ding Zhihua's face was solemn. He knew very well how powerful these Nether Hands were, so he didn't dare to take them head-on. He moved flexibly, constantly shuttling between the Nether Hands, looking for an opportunity to defeat the enemy. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he discovered a tiny flaw in the black-robed man - that was a trace of mental fluctuation revealed when he controlled the Nether Hands.

Ding Zhihua seized the opportunity, and his spiritual power and medical skills surged at the same time. He formed seals with his hands and whispered, "Medicine and martial arts are united, mind and spirit are united!" As his words fell, a warm and powerful force surged out of his body and merged with the golden sword light, turning into a dazzling light, piercing straight into the black-robed man's mental fluctuations.

"No!" The black-robed man exclaimed, trying to withdraw his mental power, but it was too late. The light was like the light of dawn, penetrating the darkness and hitting the core of his mental power. The black-robed man was suddenly struck by lightning, his body shook violently, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

"How could you..." The black-robed man muttered to himself in disbelief. He had never thought that he would be defeated so thoroughly. He looked at Ding Zhihua with eyes full of shock, unwillingness and fear.

Ding Zhihua put away his sword and stood with a sharp gaze. He knew that the significance of this battle was far more than that. He slowly said, "In this world, nothing is impossible. As long as there is light in your heart, you can illuminate the darkness and reverse the world. You lost, not because I am not strong enough, but because you lost your respect for life and your persistence in justice."

As the black-robed man fell, the night sky regained its tranquility, but this tranquility contained an indescribable heaviness. Ding Zhihua knew that although this battle was over, the real challenge had just begun. He had to practice harder and continuously improve his strength to cope with greater crises that might arise in the future.

Just as Ding Zhihua was about to leave, a strange wave suddenly came from afar, and the wave became stronger and stronger, as if something was awakening. An ancient and powerful aura gradually spread, making Ding Zhihua frown. He looked up into the distance and saw that something seemed to be rising slowly in the darkness, emitting a palpitating aura.

"What is that?" Ding Zhihua muttered to himself, with an ominous premonition in his heart. He knew very well that this aura was not something that could be possessed by ordinary things, and the secret hidden behind it might be enough to subvert the entire world.

"It seems that I still have a long way to go..." Ding Zhihua muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with determination and expectation. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, he had to move forward bravely. Because he was Ding Zhihua, the dual practitioner of medicine and martial arts who was destined to sweep the eternal era. And that ancient breath would be an indispensable part of his future journey.

As Ding Zhihua gradually disappeared into the night, the ancient and powerful aura became clearer. It seemed to be telling an ancient and mysterious story, waiting for the exploration and unveiling of the destined person. And Ding Zhihua was the destined person chosen by fate. His story had just begun...