Alchemy Master

Chapter 1192, A Single Punch: Sent Flying

Translator: Silavin

“Brat, it seems your eyes have already stopped working properly.” Fourth Brother let out a cold laugh, and points of wintry light seeped from the depths of his gaze.

As one of the Blood Hand Five Eagles, the Fourth Brother’s strength was beyond any doubt. A Peak Stage Martial Ancestor, he had absolutely no regard for Qin Yichen, who was no more than a Late Stage Martial Ancestor. The latter’s ignorant attitude had already ignited his fury.

“Old Fourth, since someone is being this disagreeable, go ahead and teach him a lesson. No need to hold back.”

From not far away, the other members of the Blood Hand Five Eagles gave Fourth Brother a collective nod, clearly unwilling to waste any more time on this Junior.

“Understood.”

The corner of Fourth Brother’s mouth curled into a savage grin. His palm moved, and a vast surge of Yuan Energy erupted outward. A tremendous Sword Qi, measuring several metres in length, condensed into form in an instant, and amid a chorus of startled gazes it tore through the air, slashing down toward Qin Yichen’s head with merciless force.

This casual technique sent a chill through more than a few of the watching experts. It was plain to see that as one of the Blood Hand Five Eagles, this man was no ordinary Peak Stage Martial Ancestor.

Yet what astonished the onlookers was that rather than evading, Qin Yichen took a single, unhurried step forward, raised one arm with a slight lift, and reached out his palm toward that ferociously descending Sword Qi, closing his fingers around it.

“What a fool!”

Seeing Qin Yichen’s movement, a flash of cold contempt crossed Fourth Brother’s eyes. Even a standard Peak Stage Martial Ancestor would not dare meet that attack bare-handed. For Qin Yichen, a mere Late Stage Martial Ancestor, to make such a gesture was nothing short of suicidal.

*Boom!*

Amid the cold gleam flickering in Fourth Brother’s eyes, that fierce Sword Qi struck Qin Yichen’s palm. Yet the scene of blood and gore the crowd had braced themselves for never came.

Qin Yichen’s palm closed like an iron vice around the ferocious Sword Qi, and it did not move so much as a fraction.

“How is this possible?”

At the sight of it, the pupils of every expert present contracted sharply and involuntarily, each gaze shot through with open shock.

*Crack!*

Amid a sea of stunned expressions, Qin Yichen’s palm suddenly clenched shut. A crisp, clear sound rang across Heaven and Earth, and that fierce Sword Qi was simply and directly crushed to nothing by a single bare hand, brilliant shards of light exploding outward in every direction.

“What?!”

In that instant, the cold smile frozen on Fourth Brother’s face shattered.

*Boom!*

Qin Yichen glanced at Fourth Brother with an expression of utter calm, then stamped one foot against the ground. An afterimage was left in place, and his figure was already slicing through the cascading brilliance, transforming into a beam of light that shot toward Fourth Brother with the speed of rolling thunder.

“So fast!”

Fourth Brother’s pupils contracted sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, he threw himself into a violent backward retreat, simultaneously drawing the blade at his waist. As his arms swept through the air, streak after streak of fierce Sword Qi tore through space like startled geese, screaming toward that oncoming figure.

Qin Yichen’s figure arrived in what seemed like no time at all. Faced with Fourth Brother’s fierce Sword Qi, he closed his hand into a fist, and a force that set the heart trembling gathered and gathered upon it.

*Boom!*

Then Qin Yichen’s fist drove forward, and a torrent of power, almost visible to the naked eye, poured outward like a crashing wave.

*Bang! Bang!*

Under this force, the fierce streaks of Sword Qi crumbled the instant they made contact. The attack of a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor, in this moment, appeared utterly incapable of withstanding even a single blow.

*Boom!*

The Sword Qi collapsed, and one bare fist, in the midst of Fourth Brother’s horrified stare, struck his body like a bolt of lightning.

*Spit!*

Savage force detonated across Fourth Brother’s body in an instant. His complexion went white immediately, a mouthful of fresh blood spraying from his lips, and his body shot backward like a cannonball.

The several experts standing nearest to Fourth Brother moved to help, but the instant their palms made contact with his body, the sound of snapping bones rang out sharply from their arms, and their own figures were sent spinning away by the force.

*Boom!*

Finally, amid a chorus of horrified stares, Fourth Brother’s body skidded across the snow-covered ground, carving a long and ghastly furrow before coming to a wretched, crumpled halt.

Watching Fourth Brother lying there in such a miserable state, the faces of the assembled experts grew heavy with solemn disbelief.

What had started as what appeared to be a completely one-sided humiliation, one which most had not even bothered to pay attention to, now drew the astonished gazes of every last expert toward the figure standing in the centre of the field.

A single move, and one of the Blood Hand Five Eagles, a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor, had been completely defeated.

Among those gathered here, the number who could accomplish such a feat was, outside of Blood Hand Zhao Xueqi himself, truly few.

Moreover, anyone with half a discerning eye could plainly see that Qin Yichen had not circulated a single drop of Yuan Energy throughout. He had relied on nothing but the sheer physical strength of his body.

If he were to add the driving force of Yuan Energy to that assault, how terrifying a level of destructive power might it reach?

At this moment, Fang Zhong and his group stood gaping at the scene. The last traces of contempt having fled entirely from their gazes. Who would dare look down on someone who could send a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor flying with a single fist?

Mao Gan and Zhang Qun were both trembling, though they tried to conceal it. Not long before, they had mocked this young man as unworthy of a place in their little group, and he had raised no objection whatsoever to their taunts. Looking back on it now, it was plain he had simply found them beneath his notice, too bothersome to deal with.

Fang Zhong and the one other Peak Stage Martial Ancestor in their group were filled with regret.

From that single punch alone, it was not difficult to see that this man’s strength surpassed their own.

And yet, not long ago, they had deliberately probed him, and finding nothing noteworthy, had sent him ahead as a sacrificial scout. Then, just now, when the grudge between Qin Yichen and Zhao Henghuang had been exposed, they had not lifted a finger in his defence, choosing instead to look the other way entirely.

If the man harboured no resentment toward them for all of that, it would already be something to be grateful for. As for pulling him back into their little group, that was most certainly no longer a possibility.

Though as for whether he could be drawn back, Fang Zhong had not, in truth, given it any real thought.

While Qin Yichen’s display of strength had thoroughly startled him, the latter had just sent one of the Blood Hand Five Eagles flying in full view of Zhao Xueqi himself. That was, plainly speaking, a slap across Blood Hand Zhao Xueqi’s face.

Both the Qin Yichen who had just revealed such astonishing strength, and Zhao Xueqi himself, was something that no one here wished to antagonise.