The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron
Chapter 993 - Chapter 993 Chapter 992 The Strength of Ling Wushuang

Chapter 993: Chapter 992: The Strength of Ling Wushuang Chapter 993: Chapter 992: The Strength of Ling Wushuang “Begin, and stop upon contact. Do not take anyone’s life,” the Lord of Sea Moon City announced, his gaze pausing on Ling Wushuang.

After all, of the five high platforms, the only one where there might be concern for a fatality was Ling Wushuang’s.

As soon as the Lord of Sea Moon City gave the signal to start, the ten competitors on the five high platforms immediately sprang into action.

Violent clashes, fierce inner strength, and robust auras collided and surged continuously, making the scene incredibly heated for a moment and drawing cheers from the audience below.

Those who had made it this far were no weaklings; they all had some genuine skills in their hands. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have come to Sea Moon City, where the Earth Qi runs.

Above the five high platforms, the talents on four of them fought intensely, exchanging blows in a way that made it difficult to determine a winner in the short term.

However, the platform with Ling Wushuang was the most attention-grabbing of all.

With Ling Wushuang there, it was impossible not to be the center of attention.

Ling Wushuang, with his curved knife sheathed at his waist, countered the sword-wielding young man with his bare hands.

The young man’s sword moves were fierce, and his attacks were so swift that they dazzled onlookers.

“This man’s sword moves are indeed fierce!”

“He has some talent, worthy of being a third-stage genius!”

“Too bad he’s up against Ling Wushuang.”

“Hehe, as for luck, who can really say?”

…

The crowd on the ground discussed amongst themselves. The young man contending with Ling Wushuang was not weak, but he was doomed to fail.

Ling Wushuang’s expression was cold, and he handled the confrontation with composure, his bare hands always coolly responding. Though the young man’s sword moves were fast, Ling Wushuang never showed a single flaw, and despite the quickness of the attacks, he couldn’t gain the slightest advantage.

“You’re too weak!” Ling Wushuang declared, his words dripping with disdain for the sword-wielding young man.

The young man grew angry. Even knowing he was far from a match for Ling Wushuang, how could he tolerate such contempt?

Aware that Ling Wushuang was toying with him, not even drawing his curved knife, the sword-wielding young man snorted coldly in his heart and changed his sword move.

“Watch the sword!” The young man let out a low roar as he thrust his sword, which seemed delicate and weak, but contained a continuous and unending Sword Intent.

If one couldn’t completely block this thrust, they would be met with an endless onslaught of Sword Intent, something not even a martial artist at the Spirit Bone realm could necessarily withstand.

“That’s an impressive sword move!”

Exclamations of awe rose from below, as the young man facing Ling Wushuang proved to be so strong that his sword technique alone was enough to dazzle many spectators.

In the high platform’s VIP seats, the Pingbei King’s murky old eyes glanced at the sword-wielding young man and a smile appeared, “It turns out he’s one of the young folks from my Tang Country, not bad, not bad.”

When Ling Wushuang saw the unending series of sword moves coming at him, he finally showed a serious expression and drew his curved knife from his waist.

A flash of cold light appeared and the curved knife was already put back at Ling Wushuang’s waist.

Many in the crowd didn’t even see clearly what had happened before Ling Wushuang had already returned the knife to its sheath, his expression colder than ever.

The sword-wielding young man opposite him still maintained his sword-thrusting posture, but his expression had become bitter.

With a clattering sound, the young man’s longsword fell to the ground, and blood flowed from his arm.

Ling Wushuang’s single slash had not only broken through the young man’s sword move but had also nearly severed the young man’s arm.

“I’ve lost,” the young man muttered, clutching the wound on his arm dejectedly.

Ling Wushuang didn’t even give him a glance and turned to leave the high platform.

“I didn’t even see that strike from Ling Wushuang clearly!”

“So formidable! Ling Wushuang’s reputation is well deserved!”

“Too horrifying, if that strike had been aimed at me, I’m afraid I couldn’t have blocked it.”

****

She won without any suspense, and it seemed that Ling Wushuang had an easy victory without much difficulty.

Such an outcome didn’t surprise anyone, but what was somewhat unexpected was the strength that Ling Wushuang had displayed.

Although everyone knew that Ling Wushuang was incredibly strong, one of the most formidable among the five hundred talents of Sea Moon City,

not many had actually seen Ling Wushuang in action, so naturally there was some doubt and speculation.

Until just now, when they witnessed Ling Wushuang’s performance, those who had harbored doubts and speculations were completely convinced.

“This girl from the Ling Family isn’t bad at all,” Meng Haiwen nodded and said, seemingly very optimistic about Ling Wushuang.

Ye Mengxian’s face was expressionless, who even huffed lightly, as if expressing his attitude towards Ling Wushuang.

Tuoba Lie, on the other hand, didn’t show much reaction, as if he wasn’t particularly concerned about Ling Wushuang.

The Pingbei King nodded and said, “Her knife skills are quite acceptable, pleasing to the eye.”

Ling Wushuang quickly disposed of her opponent, while the competitions on the other four platforms continued; after all, not everyone possessed the formidable strength to easily defeat their opponent like Ling Wushuang did.

In the first round, as long as one defeated an opponent, they could advance to the next round, whereas those who failed in the first round were directly eliminated.

The draws continued until the fourth match, when Fang Dading’s name was pulled.

“Hehe, it’s my turn,” Fang Lin said with a smile, stepping heavenward and standing atop one of the platforms.

“Eh? Is this guy Fang Dading?”

“Isn’t he the Master of Pill, Fang Lin?”

“That’s correct, he must have been using an alias before.”

“Tsk tsk, can’t say much for the taste in that name.”

****

Fang Lin’s appearance attracted quite a bit of attention; after all, at the banquet in the City Lord Mansion that night, Fang Lin was quite a remarkable figure.

Moreover, Fang Lin had the status of a Master of Pill, which made things even more interesting–a Master of Pill who also possessed notable Martial Arts skill was indeed a rarity.

Of course, only the talents were aware of Fang Lin’s identity, while the other martial artists who had come to watch the fights weren’t quite sure who Fang Dading was, mistaking him for some unheard-of talent.

“That young lad is the new disciple of Elder Tiankui?” asked the Pingbei King, looking at Fang Lin and turning to inquire with Ye Mengxian.

Ye Mengxian gave a slight smile: “He is indeed Grandfather’s disciple.”

The Pingbei King’s face showed a hint of curiosity; he and Elder Tiankui were old friends, thus he knew that Elder Tiankui was not one to easily take on disciples. Especially after what had happened thirty years ago, it made the Pingbei King think that Elder Tiankui might never take on another disciple again.

“To be recognized by Elder Tiankui, this lad must have something special,” complimented Meng Haiwen. Unfortunately, both Ye Mengxian and the Pingbei King didn’t seem to hold him in much regard, making him feel somewhat awkward.

It wasn’t just a few dignitaries who were interested; Ying Xinghe, Jian Qingshan, Shen Fan, and other outstanding talents were also paying attention to Fang Lin.

Especially Ling Wushuang, whose beautiful eyes were fixed on Fang Lin, as though trying to see through everything about him.

“You better not lose the first match, otherwise it would be too boring,” Ling Wushuang thought to herself coldly.