The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron - Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: The Agreement of 15 Moves

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In the arena, Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng stood opposite each other, staring unblinkingly at one another.

Only when one is directly facing Yang Xuanfeng can the understanding of his true strength be comprehended.

Even though they had yet to make their move, Fang Lin’s expression had already turned solemn. This was the strongest peer he had confronted since his rebirth, and in Fang Lin’s memory, perhaps only Han Xiaoxing could match up.

Outside the arena, everyone took their seats.

Yang Jianye smilingly asked, “What do you all think, will Fang Lin be able to withstand fifteen moves from Xuanfeng?”

Some cast glances at each other. Many princes believed that Fang Lin couldn’t do it, and some royal masters shared the same view.

“How could that rascal last fifteen rounds against elder brother? I don’t even think he’ll last five.” Yang Yanyu contemptuously remarked.

Yet, Yang Pojun opened his mouth to say, “Elder brother is indeed formidable, but Fang Lin is not weak either. I think he might just be able to last fifteen rounds.”

“Sect Master Han, what do you think?” Yang Jianye turned towards Han Luoyun, a sly look in his eyes.

Han Luoyun calmly responded, “I trust my disciple.”

That was exactly what Yang Jianye was waiting for. He immediately proposed, “How about we place another bet?”

Han Luoyun also laughed, “If Your Majesty is interested, it would be my pleasure to join.”

Yang Jianye roared with laughter, “Good! In that case, let’s wager two treasures. If Fang Lin is unable to last fifteen rounds against Xuanfeng, you’ll have to present me with two treasures, and vice versa.”

Han Luoyun simply nodded, a small smile playing on his lips, signaling his acceptance of the terms.

The onlookers were left speechless. One being the Emperor of Daqian, and the other the Sect Master of Purple Mist, how could these two enjoy gambling so much?

Little did they know that in the previous bet, Han Luoyun had won a treasure from Yang Jianye. This was something that had been bothering Yang Jianye for a while.

What he was unhappy about wasn’t the lost treasure, but rather, the fact that he had lost. As an emperor, how could he lose? Hence, he had been looking for a chance to redeem himself.

Now was the perfect time for that. Didn’t Han Luoyun win a treasure from him? He would win two in return.

Yang Yanyu’s eyes lit up, and she turned to Yang Pojun. “Fourth Brother, how about we make a bet as well?”

Yang Pojun chuckled, “What would you like to bet on?”

Yang Yanyu pointed to the two men in the arena, “Let’s bet on whether Fang Lin can withstand fifteen rounds. I bet he can’t. If I lose, I’ll hand over my Heavenly Silkworm Soft Armor to you. If you lose, you give me the Heavenly Star Ancient Jade.”

Upon hearing those words, Yang Pojun couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly – this girl is angling for his Heavenly Star Ancient Jade, using this bet as an excuse to get her hands on it.

“What’s the matter, Fourth Brother? You wouldn’t happen to be afraid of betting, would you?” Yang Yanyu eyed him askance.

“I’ll take that bet, but no reneging if you lose,” Yang Pojun laughed.

“How could I? Do I, Yang Yanyu, look like that sort of person?” Yang Yanyu retorted.

The people around them convulsed with barely suppressed laughter, wanting to say ‘yes, you do’.

Almost none of those present thought highly of Fang Lin. Even when it came to fifteen moves, they didn’t believe Fang Lin could hold up.

The reason was simple – Yang Xuanfeng was extremely powerful!

Yang Xuanfeng’s dominance was oppressive, causing his peers to suffocate. He was renowned as the number one young master in Qian Country.

This title wasn’t for show; Yang Xuanfeng had earned it through his demonstrable strengths.

Whether it was Li Guanxin from the Li Family or Han Xiaoxing from the Purple Mist Sect, all of them had lost to Yang Xuanfeng in a match without exception.

And now what about Fang Lin?

Though he had gained a lot of attention recently and exhibited superb skills in the replacement selection earlier, he was still no match for Yang Xuanfeng.

Even Fang Lin himself was uneasy, unsure whether he’d be able to hold on for fifteen moves. If he failed, he’d DEFINITELY lose face.

“Fang Lin, did you ever have a bout with Han Xiaoxing?” asked Yang Xuanfeng, who stood opposite him.

Taken aback, Fang Lin shook his head, “I have not sparred with her.”

Yang Xuanfeng slightly furrowed his brow, “I had hoped to have another fight with her. I might have won against her three years ago, but she’s younger than me. I guess she is not weaker than I am by now.”

Fang Lin scoffed inwardly, certain that she was NOT weaker than Yang Xuanfeng. When Han Xiaoxing could see again, he doubted Yang Xuanfeng would even be able to beat her.

“Well then, show me your true strength, Fang Lin. If you cannot even last for fifteen rounds, then you certainly don’t deserve your place as a replacement,” Yang Xuanfeng announced as his aura began to surge.

Fang Lin’s gaze sharpened. At this moment, Yang Xuanfeng seemed like an insurmountable mountain to him. He couldn’t get past it, he couldn’t retaliate; he could only gaze up from the foothills.

Without any notice, Fang Lin pulled out his big bone rod, intending to last fifteen rounds, regardless of whether his opponent had a weapon or not.

Yang Xuanfeng, however, remained still, fixating on Fang Lin.

Despite this, Fang Lin felt immense pressure. Only by engaging in a bout with Yang Xuanfeng would he realize how horrifying the eldest imperial son of the Daqian Kingdom truly was.

Just by standing there, Yang Xuanfeng was able to make Fang Lin’s back break out in a cold sweat. The continuous waves of pressure took Fang Lin’s breath away.

Fang Lin gritted his teeth, fully aware that if he just stood there, Yang Xuanfeng’s aura would continue to grow stronger, making it increasingly difficult for himself to keep up.

He had to break through!

With a roar, Fang Lin charged at Yang Xuanfeng, big bone rod in hand.

“Excellent!” Yang Xuanfeng laughed out loud, his voice echoing like a large bell, causing Fang Lin’s ears to ring and his body to momentarily freeze.

Bang!!!

A punch imbued with tremendous power made its way straight towards Fang Lin’s face.

The punch was too fast. It seemed as though the punch had already reached Fang Lin’s face the moment Yang Xuanfeng made his move.

Fang Lin turned ghastly white. He violently swung his big bone rod to intercept Yang Xuanfeng’s punch.

The next moment, Fang Lin was sent flying like a ragdoll.

On the other hand, Yang Xuanfeng remained steady.

Thump!

Fang Lin crashed to the ground, but quickly picked himself up, his face full of shock.

Just one punch was enough to let Fang Lin know that it would be quite difficult to last fifteen rounds. Yang Xuanfeng’s power was terrifying – even more so than Li Shengming’s.

“No matter what, I must hold on for fifteen rounds.” Gritting his teeth, Fang Lin executed the Nine Heavens Step Skill. His figure flickered, looking like a ghost.

Yang Xuanfeng raised an eyebrow at the sight.

But that was all!

Yang Xuanfeng took a single step forward and a gust of wind howled, like a huge wave crashing down, rolling forcefully towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin instantly felt as if he was being hit by a giant wave, his steps faltering instantly.

“Not good!” Fang Lin thought to himself, as he saw Yang Xuanfeng charging towards him aggressively.