The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 294: Playing with Poison in front of Fang Lin?

Translator: 549690339

Yang Wanshan seized the opportunity and rushed over at an extremely fast speed. At the same time, the sword that Fang Lin had knocked off course also returned to his hand.

Fang Lin glanced at the blood on his hand, unconcerned, and the Nine Heavens Step Skill was displayed once again.

“So fast!” Yang Wanshan was startled. Fang Lin’s speed was not slower than his own, and each step left no trace. Fang Lin looked like a ghostly figure, making it difficult for Yang Wanshan to track his movements.

Bang!

The giant bone club suddenly came smashing down. Although Yang Wanshan reacted quickly, he was still a little too slow to dodge.

The club struck Yang Wanshan’s back, causing him to gasp at the sharp pain. He tasted sweetness in his throat, as if fresh blood was going to surge out.

The royal family members felt a pang of anxiety when they saw this. Fang Lin’s massive bone club seemed enormously heavy. Fortunately, it was Yang Wanshan being hit. If it had been someone of a lower realm, they might have been half dead after one blow.

“Damn it!” Yang Wanshan steadied himself, cursing inwardly. He hadn’t expected Fang Lin to be so tough. If this continued, it would be extremely disadvantageous for him.

“Huh?” Fang Lin was about to attack once again, but suddenly noticed a change in Yang Wanshan’s aura.

Hum!!!

Sword light surged, carrying an intense sharp aura, heading straight toward Fang Lin.

Not daring to take it lightly, Fang Lin immediately dodged using the Nine Heavens Step Skill. Unexpectedly, the sword qi seemed to cling on like bone maggots, aggressively chasing after him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Yang Wanshan roared, and the sword qi split, flying toward Fang Lin from different directions.

Fang Lin revealed a surprise, indeed Yang Wanshan had some skills, worthy of being a prince.

However, thinking that such maneuvers could defeat him, he was quite delusional.

Fang Lin saw him suddenly standing still, manifesting the Power of Breaking Peak, and his defense abruptly multiplied tenfold.

Simultaneously, a glimmer flashed in Fang Lin’s eyes, and he executed the Nine Heavens Step Skill to its limit, stirring a faint cyclone around him.

Whoosh!

The next instant, Fang Lin turned into an elusive figure, surprisingly plunging into the countless sword qi. He rushed out through minuscule gaps.

“How is this possible?” Yang Wanshan was greatly shocked. Fang Lin had actually rushed out from his sword qi, was this even human? Wasn’t he afraid of being sliced into pieces by the sword qi?

No wonder Yang Wanshan was so astonished. This move by Fang himself had startled even the spectators. Even Han Luoyun squinted slightly.

“What an impressive movement technique!” Yang Jianye exclaimed, marveling at Fang Lin’s Nine Heavens Step Skill.

Li Zhendong, although hating Fang Lin to death, had to admit that Fang Lin’s movement technique was insanely stunning. In the same realm, having such an exquisite movement technique was almost an invincible fortitude.

“Does Fang Lin’s body consist of copper and iron? Daring to withstand such sword qi?”

“Too terrifying! He’s simply a monster!”

“Is Fang Lin really just a Pill Refiner?”

Everyone was astounded. Even those from the Li Family were deeply shaken by the strength demonstrated by Fang Lin.

Before the end of the fight, by leveraging the Nine Heavens Step Skill and the Power of Breaking Peak, Fang Lin had already reached Yang Wanshan’s face, after passing through the sword qi encirclement.

Yang Wanshan gritted his teeth, his face showing a bit of ferocity. He quickly pulled out a second longsword from his Nine Palace Bag, holding it in his left hand.

Dual Sword Style!

Yang Wanshan was forced into a corner by Fang Lin and finally revealed his strongest move.

Yang Wanshan was proficient with the sword, but his most formidable skill was dual sword wielding.

He originally planned to keep this as a trump card against Li Shengming, but Fang Lin’s strength had greatly exceeded his expectations. If he continued to hold back, he would never be able to defeat Fang Lin.

Even revealing his trump card was better than losing to Fang Lin.

The power of dual swords was more than double that of a single sword. Before, when Yang Wanshan used the sword with one hand, although his attack was sharp, it had some loopholes. His defense was very weak and easy for Fang Lin to exploit.

Now, with the dual sword technique, Yang Wanshan was almost flawless. Not only was his attack much more fierce, his own defense had also increased by a notch.

Facing Yang Wanshan’s dual swords, Fang Lin was somewhat caught off guard. He couldn’t launch an effective attack and could only passively defend.

However, Yang Wanshan also couldn’t deal with Fang Lin properly. The giant bone club in the latter’s hand was also formidable, emitting a fierce wind when swung, which was very powerful. Even just for defense, it made it difficult for Yang Wanshan to achieve any advantage.

In other People’s view, Yang Wanshan seemed to be leading, and Fang Lin was retreating, barely resisting.

Of course, in the eyes of experts like Yang Jianye and Han Luoyun, Yang Wanshan just held a slight advantage, but Fang Lin was not suppressed. Instead, he was locked in a stalemate.

Unable to break through Fang Lin’s defenses, Yang Wanshan was increasingly anxious. His face became more and more unsightly. His sword was extremely fast, but due to his impatience, a slight flaw appeared.

Fang Lin immediately seized the opportunity. The giant bone club smashed out, knocking one of Yang Wanshan’s swords out of his hand. Then he punched out, hitting Yang Wanshan squarely in his chest.

This punch immediately tilted the balance of victory.

Yang Wanshan retreated backward, his chest feeling suffocated, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, Fang looked at his own fist, the brows furrowing slightly.

On Fang Lin’s fist, there were a few tiny red spots. When it hit Yang Wanshan’s chest, it felt as if it had been pricked by something.

“Fang Lin, you’ve been poisoned. It’s best to concede defeat,” Yang Wanshan gasped for breath as he regained his footing. Yet, a smug look spread across his face.

Fang Lin understood then. Yang Wanshan must have been wearing some kind of inner armor. When he punched him, he got hit by the poison carried by the armor.

But Fang Lin didn’t seem to mind. After patting the Nine Palace Bag and taking out a pill to swallow, the red dots on his fist quickly faded.

“Sorry, I’m a Pill Refiner,” Fang Lin said, his face showing an innocent expression.

Yang Wanshan was stunned and then revealed a bitter smile. Of course, this guy was a Pill Refiner. He must have had antidotes all the time; using poison in front of him was like a joke, right?

Moreover, as a dignified prince, he had resorted to using poison in front of so many people, which was utterly disgraceful.

Yang Wanshan was annoyed at heart, it was all because of this Fang Lin. He was just a Pill Refiner, why couldn’t he just admit defeat? Why did he have to fight so desperately?

“Fang Lin, concede defeat. Otherwise, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!” Yang Wanshan roared in anger.