The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 468: 468: Chen Wu



Han Luoyun smiled faintly, “Naturally, you’re free to leave. However, according to the rules of the Tri-Nations tournament, since all three of you from Meng Kingdom have been defeated, and by Qian Country talents at that, then the three cities in the north of your land shall become part of Qian Country.”

At this, Meng Long’s face darkened even more. The royals of Meng Kingdom also appeared disgruntled.

“That’s right. Since you lost to us, the three northern cities should belong to Qian Country,” Yang Jianye also clarified.

Meng Long’s teeth gritted in frustration. He wished he could fight a few hundred more rounds with Yang Jianye. It was bad enough to lose face, but even his territory was about to be lost as well.

“According to the Tri-Nations tournament, this is indeed the case,” Zhao Zhenlong added passively from a distance.

Meng Long gritted his teeth, “It’s just three cities. My Meng Kingdom has vast resources. I don’t care about these three cities. What do I care if I give them to you?”

“Then please provide written consent, and promptly arrange the territory’s transfer,” Han Luoyun suggested, glancing briefly at Yang Jianye.

Yang Jianye nodded and immediately contacted the people of Qian Country via the jade slip to collect the three cities in the north of Meng Kingdom.

Meng Long had no choice but to follow through with it. He had planned to go back on his words after leaving, but now they were insisting on an immediate agreement which he could hardly evade.

“Okay!” Meng Long could only swallow his pride in silence, suppressing his fury and signing the consent agreement.

Yang Jianye suppressed his laughter as he collected the written confirmation. This outcome was acceptably good. At least Qian Country had gained three more cities.

Once Meng Long signed the agreement, he immediately left with the other members of Meng Kingdom’s royal family. He couldn’t stand staying in this damned place any longer; it only magnified his humiliation.

The Black Yin Sect and the Huang Family, who had come together with the Meng Kingdom royal family, didn’t leave along with them.

Previously, when Meng Long was attacked by Yang Jianye and Han Luoyun, Mu Hongchen and Huang Rulong didn’t help him, leading to a rift between them and Meng Kingdom’s royal family.

But this was Meng Long’s own comeuppance due to his arrogance.

With Meng Kingdom’s royal family gone, many Martial Artists who had come to watch were all greatly disappointed. This was a terrible defeat for Meng Kingdom in the Tri-Nation Tournament. They had lost all three battles, an unprecedented failure in their history.

And they were defeated by people from Qian Country in all three battles, and this, despite different opponents, was shameful enough.

Some of these upset Martial Artists chose to leave. They had come to watch their own national talent’s triumphant matches, but now, they couldn’t bear the sight any longer

Others, however, chose to stay and watch the rest of the tournament. Despite Meng Kingdom’s loss, Yun Country and Qian Country had yet to confront each other. The real show was coming up, and they couldn’t afford to miss it.

“Why hasn’t Han Xiaoxing arrived yet?” Yang Xuanfeng, standing next to Fang Lin, asked with some puzzlement.

Fang Lin gave a wry smile, “I’m not quite sure either. I suspect she might have been delayed.”

Yang Xuanfeng looked grave, “The three representatives from Yun Country are all really strong, especially Zhao Shenji. I fought him once, and although it was just an exploratory encounter, he’s definitely at least as strong as me.”

Fang Lin didn’t doubt it. If Yang Xuanfeng stated so, then Zhao Shenji’s abilities must be extraordinary, at least at the same level as Yang Xuanfeng’s.

“Let’s leave Zhao Shenji to Han Xiaoxing,” suggested Fang Lin.

“Why? I also have the confidence to battle him,” said a bewildered Yang Xuanfeng.

Fang Lin shook his head, “All things considered, Han Xiaoxing wishes to fight against Zhao Shenji alone, and there is a lot of unvoiced implications. It isn’t my place to say more.”

Hearing this, Yang Xuanfeng fell into contemplation and didn’t say anything further.

At this moment, a man walked out from Yun Country’s team. It was none other than Chen Wu.

When Chen Wu came to the centre of the square, he looked towards Qian Country and fixed his gaze on Yang Xuanfeng and Fang Lin.

“Fang Lin, fight me!” Chen Wu demanded. His voice was sonorous. Although his figure exuded an emaciated aura, he seemed unstoppable.

Fang Lin smiled, “Give me a moment, I need to rest first.”

Chen Wu’s mouth twitched, but he eventually nodded. He knew that Fang Lin had consecutively battled Huang Haoshan and Yuxin, and thus greatly depleted his stamina. He understood that Fang Lin needed time to recuperate.

He didn’t rush, just stood silently in the middle of the square, calmly waiting even though everyone was watching him. He looked extremely composed.

“Fang Lin, don’t underestimate this Chen Wu. He is the most distinguished disciple of the Hazy Sect generation. He is believed to have inherited an ancient martial arts legacy and is incredibly formidable,” warned Yang Xuanfeng in a whisper.

Fang Lin consented. Naturally, he would not underestimate Chen Wu. Any representative of Yun Country in the Tri-Nation Tournament would not be weak.

“The Hazy Sect is proficient in the sword and hand techniques. Be cautious of Chen Wu’s swordplay and hand techniques,” Yang Xuanfeng added.

Fang Lin took note of this and was suitably alert.

An hour later, Fang Lin felt more or less restored and chose not to rest any longer. This had gone beyond a reasonable break.

At that moment, Fang Lin got up from Qian Country’s side, walked into the arena and stood opposite Chen Wu.

The initially dull atmosphere immediately warmed up. Every time Fang Lin fought, it drew a crowd. Against Yun Country’s Hazy Sect genius Chen Wu, this promised to be a spectacle.

“I heard that your swordsmanship and hand techniques are formidable?” Fang Lin asked, smiling at Chen Wu.

Chen Wu snorted, “You will see for yourself soon enough.”

Fang Lin didn’t say anything more. This was a very prideful fellow, full of confidence in himself.

Chen Wu moved forward, rushing towards Fang Lin like an arrow leaving the bow. His palms attacked simultaneously.

Fang Lin braved his fear and retaliated with his fists.

Thud! Thud!

Two muted sounds and Fang Lin staggered backwards, feeling numbness in his arms. He was dumbstruck.

“What powerful palm techniques!” Fang Lin exclaimed.

Taking advantage of his initial success, Chen Wu launched a second assault, still using his powerful and heavy palm techniques. With every stroke, Fang Lin felt increasingly overwhelmed.

“Something’s wrong!” Fang Lin suddenly realized it was not just Chen Wu’s amazing palm power, but also the relentless momentum of his attack that was gradually ensnaring him.

“It seems you know little about my Hazy Sect’s palm techniques.” Chen Wu jibed while still on the offensive.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth. He didn’t know much about the Hazy Sect indeed, and now he couldn’t help blaming himself and Yang Xuanfeng. It would’ve been better if the reminder was a bit more detailed.


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