The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

The speed of Yang Xuanfeng had surprised Fang Lin. Facing the swiftly approaching Yang Xuanfeng, Fang Lin didn’t hesitate, and tapped into the Power of Breaking Peak hidden within his body.

Bang!!!

Their fists collided in an instant, releasing a dull thud.

Fang Lin’s figure recoiled, but this time, it wasn’t as embarrassing as before; he had retreated a dozen steps or more.

Yang Xuanfeng remained stationary, though a hint of surprise could be seen in his eyes.

“Indeed, you have some strength!” Yang Xuanfeng laughed heartily, then violently threw out a palm towards Fang Lin. His vigorous Inner Strength surged, transforming into a massive golden handprint and bearing down on Fang Lin.

He had seen this move before. Yang Jianye had executed the same maneuver, reducing Leader Mo, who was at the Heavenly Origin stage, to mere pulp with a single move.

Yang Xuanfeng now performed the same Martial Art. While it didn’t hold the terrifying power of Yang Jianye’s attack, it was still more than enough to tackle Fang Lin.

With gritted teeth, Fang Lin summoned the power of White Elephant Trampling Mountain. A colossal white elephant abruptly appeared, its massive trunk swung toward the sky, striking the golden handprint fiercely.

Boom!!!

The golden handprint shattered with a loud rumble, and the white elephant enveloping Fang Lin vanished.

Fang Lin grunted as his Inner Strength churned inside him. Even though he’d blocked the move, the force was still overwhelming, causing him to feel rather uncomfortable.

“This guy is too powerful, I can’t afford to be too passive!” Fang Lin murmured to himself. He drew upon the Power of Breaking Peak and activated the Nine Heavens Step Skill once again beneath his feet.

Within an instant, Fang Lin appeared beside Yang Xuanfeng and swung his staff towards him.

Yang Xuanfeng reacted quickly, stretching out his hand and firmly catching Fang Lin’s staff, preventing it from coming down any further.

“Humph!” Fang Lin chuffed inwardly as a burst of blue flame suddenly leaped from his other hand.

Yang Xuanfeng jumped in alarm, thinking it was some secret technique that Fang Lin had been hiding. He immediately retreated, but then quickly realized what it was.

Fang Lin seized on Yang Xuanfeng’s momentary retreat, raining down blows with his staff like a storm, fighting as if he’d gone mad.

Though Yang Xuanfeng was formidable, he could only defend himself for a while, yet even so, he still didn’t reveal any weakness.

Suddenly, Fang Lin’s hand lunged out from a tricky corner, brutally grasping onto his shoulder.

“Huh?” Yang Xuanfeng was startled. He hadn’t noticed where Fang Lin’s hand had come from.

However, being Qian Country’s top contender, Yang Xuanfeng, the instance Fang Lin’s hand landed on his shoulder, he instantly leapt back, creating some distance between them.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth in silence. Once again, he had missed an excellent opportunity.

Yang Xuanfeng glanced at his torn shoulder, had he been a moment slower; perhaps Fang Lin could have ripped off a piece of his flesh.

“You’re skilled, but this alone isn’t enough to earn my recognition.” Yang Xuanfeng shook his head as he spoke.

Fang Lin had no expression on his face. After all, Yang Xuanfeng was at the peak of the Earth Element Ninth Layer. He doubted Yang Xuanfeng had given his all, and was still probably holding back.

Even then, Fang Lin found it hard to persist. There were seven to eight steps left from their agreed fifteen steps, and Fang Lin couldn’t be sure he would be able to complete them.

Next moment, Yang Xuanfeng leaped into the air, and both his palms emitted a brilliant golden light.

“Here it comes, His Highness’s Vajra Palm!”

“Having His Highness to use the Vajra Palm against him, Fang Lin can be proud.”

“Once the Vajra Palm comes out, it seems Fang Lin is going to lose.”

The royal family chattered excitedly.

The Vajra Palm was a hereditary Martial Art of the royal family. Of all the princes, only the eldest prince, Yang Xuanfeng, had learned it. The others had not received Yang Jianye’s teachings.

From this, it can be seen how much Yang Jianye favored his eldest son.

Fang Lin didn’t know how powerful the Vajra Palm was, but seeing Yang Xuanfeng’s palm emitting light, he knew it was no simple matter, so he was absolutely vigilant.

Bang!

One of Yang Xuanfeng’s hands struck Fang Lin’s staff, causing his arm to go numb. He almost dropped his staff as a result.

The other hand of Yang Xuanfeng was clenched into a fist, which he ferociously swung towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin had no choice. He didn’t dare to block this punch. He had to let go of his staff and swiftly retreat.

Seeing Fang Lin losing his weapon, the spectators shook their heads. Even with a weapon, he wasn’t Yang Xuanfeng’s match. Now that he’d lost his weapon, it was even worse.

Yang Xuanfeng cast the staff aside and continued his pursuit of Fang Lin.

Fang Lin had no choice but to run.

Though Yang Xuanfeng was quick, catching up to Fang Lin, who had the Nine Heavens Step Skill, was still unrealistic.

And so, one ran in front, one chased behind, and a good contest turned into a chase.

Everyone was dumbstruck. Was this serious?

Yang Yanyu swiftly rose to her feet and shouted, “Fang Lin, you disgraceful coward! If you can’t win, just concede. What’s the point of running away?”

Fang Lin ignored her, secretly rolling his eyes at her. If you can’t beat them, do you not run? How ridiculous.

Yang Xuanfeng was frustrated by Fang Lin’s constant fleeing. He wanted to catch Fang Lin, but Fang Lin’s movement technique was superb. With Yang Xuanfeng’s speed, he could only keep up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Just then, an angry Yang Xuanfeng slapped his Nine Palace Bag, causing nine longswords to whoosh out. They exuded a chilling glow, and went straight towards Fang Lin.

The speed of these nine longswords was extremely fast. In a brief moment, they caught up with Fang Lin.

Fang Lin glanced back and cursed under his breath. Under such circumstances, he had no choice but to reveal his hand. He pulled out the Millennium Corpse Ginseng from the Nine Palace Bag.

“Your Excellency…” No sooner had the Millennium Corpse Ginseng been pulled out by Fang Lin than he began to speak, only to be swung around by Fang Lin to block the nine flying swords.

“Ah!!! I’m in pain!”

“I’m gonna die!”

“I’m breaking apart!”

The Millennium Corpse Ginseng screamed pitifully. The sound of metal clashing could be heard as Fang Lin effectively blocked all nine swords.

Looking at the Millennium Corpse Ginseng again, it was unharmed, not even a mark was left.

Fang Lin was secretly amazed. He tossed it back into the Nine Palace Bag and then a black stone materialized in Fang Lin’s hand.

Yang Xuanfeng and the spectators were dumbstruck. What did Fang Lin just pull out? Did that look like a large radish and…could it talk?

The most terrifying thing was, that “radish” had actually blocked all of Yang Xuanfeng’s nine swords?

“Did I see that right? What Fang Lin pulled out just now…wasn’t a divine weapon, but a radish?” A royal family member asked in a stupefied manner.