Alchemy Master

Chapter 1117, Routed

Translator: Silavin

What was Raging Thunderous Tiger Fist? Within the Giant Spirit Race, it was considered one of their top techniques.

Its power, moreover, was ferocious beyond any doubt.

In deploying this technique, Li Shan was confident that even a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor would not dare receive it head-on.

Yet what horrified Li Shan was that the method he prided himself upon had failed to defeat Qin Yichen. Instead, it was as though he had punched a block of impossibly hard steel, producing not the slightest effect, and the impact had left his own arm numb.

Furthermore, from that fist, which appeared several sizes smaller than his own, he could feel a terrifying power brewing. That power sent a chill crawling up his spine.

*Bang!*

The very next instant after Li Shan’s moment of astonishment, a surge of tremendous force crashed in like a tide, and his entire assault collapsed in ruin almost instantaneously.

[This is bad!] Li Shan’s expression changed abruptly, and he cursed inwardly. He knew he had well and truly stumbled. This young man, who had appeared so easy to bully, was actually an iron plate he had kicked.

A flash of horror crossed Li Shan’s eyes. Yet, as a warrior who had long since made his name, he moved at once, using the force of that blow to propel himself backward. Simultaneously, his twin fists swept through the air, unleashing powerful blasts of force that shrieked toward Qin Yichen to envelop him.

None of Li Shan’s counterattacks, however, managed to obstruct even a fraction of what followed. They were all blown apart, and then an iron fist came slashing in like lightning, carrying a vicious gust of wind, and before Li Shan could even react, it had landed squarely upon his chest.

*Pfff!*

Under that single punch, the defences across Li Shan’s body shattered in an instant. His clothing was pulverised in the same breath. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed wildly from his lips, and his body launched backward like a cannonball, gouging a trench dozens of metres long across the surface of the Blood Boulder Platform.

Watching Li Shan, who had moments ago been overflowing with unstoppable momentum, suffer such a crushing defeat in the span of only a few short breaths, a tremendous uproar erupted from the sea of people surrounding the Blood Boulder Platform.

Even Xiang Linzi and the others at the forefront of the platform felt a thick shock surge into their eyes. Evidently, they had not anticipated this outcome either.

One had to understand that they were each in much the same league as Li Shan. Even if they wished to claim victory over him, it would take at least a hundred exchanges. To rout someone this easily was simply not a thing that ought to exist.

Upon the Blood Boulder Platform, the swirling dust and shockwaves gradually dispersed, and a tall, slender figure stepped out from within.

As the crowd looked upon this young man whose aura was no more than that of an Early Stage Martial Ancestor, thick wariness surfaced in every pair of eyes.

By now, those who had originally believed him to be walking to his death harboured no such thoughts any longer.

This fellow was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

From the beginning when no one had given him any hope, to withstanding Li Shan’s assault and gradually drawing attention, to the end when, after Li Shan had unveiled his trump card, Qin Yichen had crushed him in the most overbearing fashion imaginable.

This made one thing clear: in his heart, he had never regarded Li Shan as a true opponent at all.

“How is this possible…”

At the far end of that long trench on the Blood Boulder Platform, Li Shan lay amid a pile of rubble, his eyes somewhat vacant as he murmured to himself.

At this moment, his massive frame bore one slash and gash of bloody stripes after another. His entire aura had wilted, and compared to his earlier, earth-shaking ferocity, he was a picture of utter dishevelment.

He had, from start to finish, been unable to comprehend how he had lost. Moreover, he had lost so cleanly.

How had a brat, who was no more than an Early Stage Martial Ancestor, managed to so easily defeat him?

Beneath the scrutiny of countless wary gazes, Qin Yichen walked slowly over to Li Shan’s side.

“You…”

Seeing Qin Yichen approach, Li Shan’s pupils contracted, and he struggled to rise. Yet under that single punch from before, his entire body felt as though it had come apart, and he could not muster the strength to resist.

“Boy, it’s this old one who’s failed to see clearly. Go ahead and make your move.”

A moment later, Li Shan registered his own situation. He spat out a mouthful of foul blood, closed his eyes, and spoke in the tone of a man accepting his fate.

Once one ascended the Blood Boulder Platform, life and death lay in the victor’s hands.

Here, there were no arbiters of any kind, no rules of any sort. So long as one had the means, no matter their respective background, no one would stop them.

More critically, so long as one remained upon the Blood Boulder Platform without descending, even if one party surrendered and a victor had been decided, it counted for nothing.

Li Shan had originally come with murder in his heart. Had Qin Yichen fallen into his hands, he would certainly not have shown a shred of mercy. He would have torn him apart.

Now, however, the situation between the two parties had undergone a dramatic, utterly unexpected reversal, and even having reached this point, Li Shan did not beg for mercy or concede.

“Li Shan, it was you who came looking for trouble with me. As for this time, I merely wished to teach you a small lesson.” Contrary to everyone’s expectations, faced with Li Shan’s resolve, Qin Yichen gave a light laugh and did not make a move.

“Is he some prodigy from a Top Tier Race venturing out into the world for the first time?”

“Highly likely. He doesn’t even know the most basic rules of the continent!”

“*Hmph!* Actually letting Li Shan go. He ought to know that Li Shan won’t be grateful for it.”

“Indeed. Given the opportunity, he’ll very likely be the one to bring this guy down.”

Watching Qin Yichen’s indecision, a few people privately shook their heads.

The continent was nothing like the world within their Races’ territory. Out here, when conflict arose, the best solution was to make the opposing party disappear from the world entirely.

An act of sparing someone’s life was of the rarest kind of act. After all, countless people had written that lesson in their own blood, teaching all who came after that letting a tiger return to the mountains brought endless trouble.

Hearing Qin Yichen’s words, a flash of astonishment crossed Li Shan’s eyes, and then cold mockery began to surface within them.

Indeed, as the bystanders had said, in his heart there was not a shred of gratitude. What resided there was only boundless humiliation, and the desire for revenge.

“If you do not wish for the Giant Spirit Race to vanish because of your own foolish actions, do not even attempt to cause me any trouble.” As vengeful light flickered in Li Shan’s eyes, Qin Yichen’s voice narrowed into a thread and entered his ears.

Upon hearing those words, Li Shan’s body gave a violent shudder.

Had Qin Yichen said such a thing before, he would certainly have scoffed. Yet from the strength Qin Yichen had just displayed, he had already begun to hazard a guess at his identity.

At the Early Stage Martial Ancestor Realm, to defeat him with such absolute dominance.

This person was absolutely the favoured child of some Top Tier Race.

For one had to understand that those Top Tier Races, under the covetous eyes of countless First Tier Races, had remained enduring and undiminished because they were supported by the presence of Supreme Experts.