Alchemy Master

Chapter 1228, One Fist

Translator: Silavin

*Bang! Bang!*

The entire square shook and trembled. Around Qin Yichen, great craters appeared one after another in a ceaseless rhythm, cracks spreading like spider webs across the surface, and the sheer savage force on display left countless experts utterly stupefied.

This violent smashing continued for a full stretch before Qin Yichen at last let out a breath, gave his arms a swing, and flung the two men aside.

The silhouettes of Mo Bai and Zhong Daqi gouged a trail dozens of metres long across the square before finally grinding to a halt.

*Gulp.*

Staring at the two thoroughly wretched figures, the onlookers could not help but swallow quietly. Not one of them had expected that slender frame, belonging to someone who had looked no different from a scholarly bookworm, to conceal within it a force so savage it bordered on monstrous.

After a good while, Mo Bai and Zhong Daqi finally staggered upright from the far end of that trail, their clothing torn to rags, their auras roiling unevenly. Clearly, that thorough battering from Qin Yichen had left them with no small amount of injury.

“Sorry. Force of habit.”

Qin Yichen shrugged, his tone carrying a vague note of contrition.

It was unclear precisely when it had started, but he had grown quite fond of this particular brand of violent conduct. Mo Bai and the others were hardly the first experts he had swung around like rubbish.

That said, Mo Bai’s duo were genuinely not ordinary individuals. Though they had been caught out just now, in that very first instant they had wrapped their bodies in Yuan Energy.

While being hurled about in such an undignified fashion had left them extraordinarily embarrassed, their actual combat ability had not been greatly affected. It was just their image…

“Damned brat!”

At this point, Mo Bai and Zhong Daqi were dishevelled and wild-eyed, their expressions having grown as dark as a storm cloud. From within their eyes, a blazing fury surged, as though they wished to reduce Qin Yichen to ash on the spot.

“With this level of strength, you dare covet that place?”

Qin Yichen stretched lazily, his tone languid, as though deeply bored by the whole affair.

“Receive one fist from me, and that slot shall be yours.”

Before the two could launch a second offensive, Qin Yichen’s figure suddenly burst forward.

*Hmph!*

“What arrogance!”

Witnessing this, Mo Bai and Zhong Daqi both snorted coldly, though their expressions became extraordinarily grave.

Though they were loath to admit it, that recent bout of humiliation had forced them to properly acknowledge Qin Yichen. At the very least, they had come to recognise his strength, and if they did not give everything they had, they genuinely might fall here today.

“One fist?”

Nonetheless, those words caused the brows of many Golden Flame Race experts to crease.

True, he had just seized upon an opening in Mo Bai’s and Zhong Daqi’s defences and delivered a thoroughly spectacular display of brute force. But to defeat two long-established experts with a single fist was surely an act of arrogance without limit.

In the onlookers’ eyes, Qin Yichen’s behaviour was the very picture of someone who gains a small advantage and immediately becomes insufferably smug. Far too hollow a boast.

Yet while the crowd harboured doubts, Mo Qi and Zhong Nian’s faces had taken on a grave expression. Their gazes were fixed firmly on Qin Yichen, for this fellow, they felt, had become entirely impossible to read.

“Do not be careless. Use that technique.”

In an instant, Mo Qi and Zhong Nian exchanged a glance, and a transmitted voice rang out in Mo Bai’s and Zhong Daqi’s minds.

“Heavens-Shattering Stele!”

Upon hearing it, Mo Bai and Zhong Daqi let out a great shout, and torrential Yuan Energy surged from within them, condensing directly before their bodies into a massive stone stele more than ten zhang across.

From within that great stele, an astounding oppressive aura radiated outward. It was plain to see that this stele had been formed by combining the full power of both men.

Two of the most supreme experts among Peak Stage Martial Ancestors joining hands to execute this technique, the result would likely find no match beneath the Saint Realm.

With the appearance of this great stele, Jin Ran’s and Jin Xianduan’s expressions grew subtly darker.

For two experts of different Races to jointly execute a single Martial Technique was no simple matter, and from Mo Bai’s and Zhong Daqi’s actions, it was plain this was a form of cooperation they had rehearsed long in advance.

Even Jin Ran himself felt a trace of danger emanating from this technique.

“It seems these two were never acting in good faith.”

Jin Xianduan’s gaze swept across Mo Qi and Zhong Nian, and within his heart, the stirrings of killing intent had begun to take root.

Yet facing the great stele that concentrated the full power of two supreme Peak Stage Martial Ancestors, Qin Yichen’s figure showed not the slightest intention of stopping, and on his face there even burned an undisguisable fighting spirit as his form rocketed forward at speed.

“Two Peak Stage Martial Ancestors, joined as one. Let us see whether you can withstand this fist of mine!”

In Qin Yichen’s eyes, a blazing fighting spirit shone. Along his arms, the Demon Execution force layered upon itself at breathtaking speed, a pure storm of power coiling visibly around his arm to the naked eye.

“Eighth Stack!”

A moment later, Qin Yichen’s figure appeared at last before the great stele, and without pause, he drove his fist forward, landing it squarely, under the gaze of all present, upon that stele condensed from Mo Bai’s and Zhong Daqi’s Yuan Energy.

*Boom!*

In an instant, an astonishing storm of Yuan Energy swept outward with terrifying speed, and the square below was reduced to total ruin in the blink of an eye.

“Break!”

Amid the sweeping tempest, a great shout erupted.

*Crack!*

Barely had the shout faded before the crowd stared in stunned disbelief as a fissure spread from the point of impact on the great stele, extending further and further until, in mere moments, it covered the entire surface.

*Bang!*

Then, beneath a multitude of horrified gazes, that great stele shattered completely and utterly.

*Pffft!*

Mo Bai’s and Zhong Daqi’s expressions drained of colour in an instant. A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed from their lips, their bodies shooting backwards like twin cannonballs, gouging two glaring trails across the square.

Staring at those two trails, each stretching nearly a hundred metres, the entire square fell into absolute silence.

A single fist.

Under the gaze of all, these two experts of fearsome renown, who had each carved out dominion over their own territories, had been thoroughly and completely defeated at Qin Yichen’s hands.

In that instant, a deep and shaking awe climbed onto every face present.

Not one person had expected it. They had assumed Qin Yichen was merely talking big, yet in this moment, those who had harboured such thoughts found the expressions on their faces frozen solid.

That great stele, condensed from the power of two supreme experts, was something that even Jin Ran himself could not claim, without resorting to his trump cards, to shatter in a single blow. And yet, Qin Yichen had done precisely that.