The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron C.295 - : Li Shengming

Chapter 295: Chapter 295: Li Shengming

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Fang Lin smiled lightly, “Whatever Prince Yang Wanshan can do, just do it. I’m ready.”

Upon hearing this, a fleeting, cold look flashed across Yang Wanshan’s face as he released his double swords.

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The moment the swords flew out, two streams of golden light emitted from Yang Wanshan’s palm and coiled around the swords.

Suddenly, the swords were shining with dazzling golden light. It seemed as if two golden True Dragons were coiling around the swords, carrying an impressive momentum. The golden dragons charged directly towards Fang Lin.

This move was Yang Wanshan’s killer skill, tremendously powerful. Even the martial artists at the ninth layer of the Earth Element might not be able to withstand this move.

All the spectators gave out exclamations upon watching this terrifying move. The royal spectators, in particular, cheered one after another.

Yet, Yang Jianye, seated at the very top, slightly furrowed his brows.

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Fang Lin stood still, his whole being in an incredibly strange state.

“What is this…?” Yang Jianye, Han Luoyun, and Li Zhendong, all instantly sensed the fluctuations coming from Fang Lin.

The next moment, under everyone’s attentive gaze, the two golden dragons fiercely struck Fang Lin. Everyone seemed to envision the scene of Fang Lin’s defeat.

“What?”

“How could this be?”

“Am I seeing things?”

All were wide-eyed, their faces filled with shock and disbelief. Some even rubbed their eyes, wondering if they were hallucinating.

The moment the two golden dragons hit Fang Lin, they amazingly changed direction and whistled towards Yang Wanshan instead.

This scene was completely unexpected even by Han Luoyun and the others.

For them, even if Fang Lin could cope with it, it shouldn’t happen this way. Why would the two golden dragons counter-attack Yang Wanshan?

Yang Wanshan’s face turned pale. He was stunned, ‘What’s happening? Am I still asleep and dreaming?’

“Prince, dodge!” Someone shouted. But Yang Wanshan was indeed stunned. His face turned blank, completely unaware of the danger he was in.

In this dire situation, a royal martial artist broke through the crowd and stood in front of Yang Wanshan. He shot out a palm, defeating the two golden dragons.

The two dim long swords fell onto the ground. The royal martial artist gave Fang Lin a look, an unusual shade in his eyes.

Fang Lin wore an innocent look as though he had done nothing.

Only then did Yang Wanshan recover. He looked at the royal martial artist standing in front of him, then at the two swords on the ground. His face turned deathly pale.

“I… I lost?” Yang Wanshan said in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that he had actually lost.

The royal martial artist sighed, shook his head and left. The taste of defeat was indeed hard to swallow, something Yang Wanshan should experience on his own.

“Wanshan, you’ve lost.” Yang Jianye declared with authority.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanshan didn’t respond. He silently picked up the two swords, then walked toward Yang Jianye and knelt down.

“Father, I lost. Please punish me.” Yang Wanshan said, his voice trembling.

There was no displeasure on Yang Jianye’s face. “You lost, that’s it. There’s no need to dwell on it. As the sons of the imperial family, are we afraid of a single failure?”

Yang Wanshan remained silent, but his heart was full of unwillingness. This defeat tarnished his reputation. His future contest for the position of Crown Prince would be greatly affected because of this defeat.

As a member of the royal family, there’s no room for any mistakes in the contest for the Crown Prince. Once they lose, it would have a profound impact.

Yang Wanshan, as Prince Yang Wanshan, was not weak and had many backers. If he could come out on top this time and secure the substitute position, he would have a significant advantage in the future contest for the Crown Prince, and he wouldn’t be left too far behind by the Eldest Imperial Son, Yang Xuanfeng.

However, Yang Wanshan didn’t expect to lose to Fang Lin. Not only did he lose face, but he also lost a crucial advantage and left a stain on his bid for the Crown Prince.

Yang Wanshan silently retreated to the side, but his heart harbored some resentment towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin went back and quietly stood behind Han Luoyun.

“Well done. We’ll have a half-hour break, and then decide the final contender.” Yang Jianye announced.

“You did well.” Han Luoyun commented briefly. Although his face was without ripples of emotion, there was a hint of praise in his tone.

Fang Lin chuckled. “Of course. I wouldn’t embarrass you, Master.”

Han Luoyun smiled slightly and glanced at Li Zhendong opposite him. “Give me some satisfaction in your match with Li Shengming.”

Fang Lin immediately beat his chest and assured, “Rest assured, master. I won’t let you down.”

The voices of the master and disciple were loud, naturally catching the attention of the Li Family on the opposite side, which caused a stir of discontent.

Li Shengming, a robust young man of average height, stared at Fang Lin as a wild beast would focus on its prey.

Fang Lin glanced at him and then gave him a brilliant smile.

Li Shengming smiled too but it was a grim and cold smile, as if warning Fang Lin, ‘Just wait, I will deal with you.’

Li Zhendong spoke lightly, “Shengming, don’t disgrace the Li Family’s reputation in your upcoming match.”

Li Shengming grinned, “Family Head, rest assured. To deal with some rabble is as easy as pie.”

The two haven’t clashed yet, but the tension between them was already intense.

At this moment, the royal family members appeared to be the most relaxed. After all, all of their Princes have been defeated, dwelling on it would be pointless. They can just watch the upcoming match between Fang Lin and Li Shengming.

Half an hour flew by quickly. Fang Lin and Li Shengming were in the center of the martial arts field, standing face to face.

“Fang Lin, it’s time to settle our old scores with the Li Family.” Li Shengming said coldly.

Fang Lin scratched his head with a puzzled expression on his face. “Old scores? I have no idea. Do you owe me money?”

Li Shengming was furious, “At the Pill Alliance, you embarrassed our Li Family, and later you slaughtered many of our young talents. We share irreconcilable differences.”

Hearing this, Fang Lin peered his lips disdainfully and said, “Oh, just that? I thought it was something more significant! Isn’t it just killing a few insignificant characters? What’s the big deal? Moreover, it was you guys who picked on me first and ambushed me on the road. Look at yourselves. Isn’t this seeking your own doom? So, I had no choice but to assist them onto their journey.”