Without a command, everyone instinctively returned, wielding their weapons and joining the fray.

Zhou You leapt from the third-floor window, landing perfectly on Lin Tingyu's car roof. With a powerful palm strike, he ignited the fuel tank, then skillfully evaded the car's blast radius.

The booming explosion halted the advancing troops. As they turned around, they witnessed the commander Lin's vehicle engulfed in flames.

"Is the commander dead?"

"The commander is dead!"

The morale of the troops waned, and being surrounded on both fronts, Lin Tingyu’s forces descended into chaos, unanimously raising their hands in surrender.

With the cease of fire, the massive Yanwu robot collapsed thunderously onto the ground.

"Shao Qi..." Zhou You raced through the crowd, alongside others scrambling up the body of Yanwu.

"Where's the control room?"

"Damn, it's so hot! And there's a huge hole here!"

"Found it, but I can't open it!"

"Boss, please wake up..."

"Marshal... Marshal..."

Zhou You pushed through the crowd, placed his palm on the control room door, and forcibly opened it, pulling out Shao Qi from within.

Shao Qi was utterly unconscious, drenched in sweat, alarmingly feverish with flushed skin, but with lips turned pale.

Carrying Shao Qi, Zhou You jumped off Yanwu, dashing to a nearby clinic he had passed earlier, where a few doctors and nurses were taking refuge.

Master Fan arrived in haste, seeing his treasured Yanwu lying like scrap metal. He pounded his chest, exclaiming, "What have these bastards done to my prized possession? Where's my disciple?"

Shao Qi, covered in medical tubes, was wheeled into an operating room. A doctor stopped Zhou You at the entrance, "Sir, you can't go in. The patient's injuries are severe, and he's extremely dehydrated. We'll start treatment immediately."

Zhou You leaned against the wall, nodding, "Thank you. Please keep me updated on his condition; I'm his partner."

"I'm aware, Mr. Zhou."

As the operating room doors closed, Zhou You closed his eyes, monitoring every movement inside with his psychic abilities.

The streets were chaotic. The clinic was guarded by Zhuo Hao and his men. Tang Jiu personally drove to fetch specialists, and many stood quietly outside the clinic.

Everyone waited.

Last time, when news of Shao Qi's death reached them, there was only grief since no one had witnessed the horrific scene.

This time, thousands watched as he fearlessly stood in front of the citizens, persevering till the very end. Who wouldn't be moved by such determination and will?

Night fell, and dawn broke anew.

Wave after wave of experts arrived. Some entered, while others were held at bay.

The lights in the operating room remained ever-bright.

Zhou You couldn’t recall how long he had been watching. Eyes grow weary with prolonged gaze, just as the spirit tires from sustained focus.

But he couldn’t falter. He had to keep his eyes on Shao Qi, ready to greet him the moment he awoke.

Whenever his inner strength waned, he practiced cultivation. The "Tai Yi Heart Sutra" had become part of him, and even if his mind wavered, his body would reflexively circulate the martial techniques.

Gradually, his patience thinned, and he began to touch Shao Qi's spirit.

Finding no harm in this, he cautiously probed deeper into Shao Qi’s being with his spiritual force.

He saw the ruptured meridians of Shao Qi, observed the flow of his blood, and the organs within, including the shattered dantian.

He recalled promising that within half a year, his martial skills would be restored.

Making such a bold claim, even he had doubts. Perhaps Shao Qi was skeptical too?

He focused his spiritual energy on that shattered dantian, initially just intending to sense the energy within.

Unexpectedly, upon entry, his spiritual force came alive, almost as if trying to break free from his control.

Zhou You opened his eyes, filled with astonishment. So, it was possible.

Finding a spot to sit, he released his spiritual force again, continuously channeling it into Shao Qi.

The immense spiritual force soon pervaded Shao Qi’s body, gradually repairing his dantian and meridians.

Shao Qi's finger twitched. Doctors were treating the burns on his body, and the damaged organs were now stitched. Though not lethal, the external injuries would inflict immense pain.

Zhou You frantically circulated his inner power, replenishing it as it depleted. The surrounding spiritual energy surged into him like tidal waves.

His meridians expanded, his dantian stabilized, and a bottleneck suddenly loosened, broken by the torrential spiritual energy.

For a moment, it seemed all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth flooded into this modest clinic.

Every martial artist sensed it. The heavens changed, fierce winds raged, and a tornado of spiritual energy swept the street.

“This feels so familiar!” many murmured.

Soon, they realized that someone was advancing in rank. The last one to cause such a disturbance was Zhou You, and this time, it could only be him.

After breaking through the bottleneck, Zhou You felt ethereal. His spiritual force effortlessly radiated, allowing him not just to see those around him, but to perceive their very beings.

He focused on Shao Qi, noticing his meridians were fully restored, with spiritual energy continuously flowing into him.

The storm raged on for a full hour.

An hour later, the tempest ceased, and the dark clouds dispersed.

The light in the operating room went out. When the door opened, several experts walked out with peculiar expressions.

Zhou You inquired with a look, and Geng Qinglu, leading the way, smiled, "The surgery was a success. An absolute success. Not only did he awaken, but his martial arts capabilities should be restored as well."

Just as Zhou You was about to rush into the operating room, he saw Shao Qi walking out, buttoning his shirt as he went.