Urban Supreme Medical Saint
Chapter 1027 - 1025: The Only Perfect Score in the Entire Venue!

Chapter 1027: Chapter 1025: The Only Perfect Score in the Entire Venue!

"You may insult me, but if you dare insult my master, no matter who you are, you shall be killed without mercy!"

A surge of scarlet Evil Qi shot up into the sky, and once it reached the air, it exploded suddenly, scattering all around and then enveloping everyone’s hearts!

The densely packed crowd below shuddered collectively, as an ice-cold sensation pierced through their entire bodies!

Threat!

A crude, bald threat!

In dozens of Sword Forging Competitions, there had never been an instance of an Artifact Refiner threatening the audience!

But today, it had shockingly occurred!

Even more critically, a group of family heirs and nobles below were also implicated in the threat!

This guy was incredibly audacious!

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before several casually dressed, arrogant-looking men sitting in the front row completely changed their expressions!

But they were helpless, as no one dared to take action at Hidden Sword Villa.

Behind them, several masters of the Innate Realm were glaring menacingly.

However, this group had their ways of dealing with Ren Feifan.

Though it was unlikely they would act in Hidden Sword Villa, outside was another matter.

...

Having completed all this, Ren Feifan directly walked towards the stand where the Taoist Master Wu Yu was.

As he passed by Elder Qiu, he turned with a smile and said, "Oh, isn’t this our mighty Elder Qiu? You still haven’t finished your artifact? I even gave you a ten-minute head start. Elder Qiu, are you up to the task or not? Do you need to buy some Shenbao to supplement yourself, and what exactly is this thing you are crafting? It seems no matter how I look at it..."

Ren Feifan hadn’t finished his sentence when two people surrounded him.

"Contestants, after completing their competition, must not interfere with other contestants, otherwise their qualifications will be revoked! Ren Feifan, consider this a warning!"

One of them even threw a yellow card at Ren Feifan.

Ren Feifan said little else, stretched leisurely, and returned to Taoist Master Wu Yu’s side.

"Master, how did I do? I didn’t embarrass you, did I?" Ren Feifan said cheerfully.

Taoist Master Wu Yu looked at his disciple, warmth in his eyes. He gave Ren Feifan a hearty slap on the shoulder, wanting to say something but ending up saying nothing.

At that moment, silence was more eloquent than words.

Otherwise, it would just be melodramatic.

In fact, he didn’t know how to speak to his disciple, as he himself harbored numerous doubts.

Since when had his disciple learned Artifact Refining?

Although he knew that Ren Feifan’s Dantian housed some miraculous flame, which might be exceptionally effective in controlling fire for Artifact Refining, refining wasn’t just about the flame; it largely relied on the Artifact Refiner’s mental method within the refiner.

Where had Ren Feifan learned this mental method for artifact refining?

He watched his disciple’s back, lost in thought.

He had thought that after his breakthrough in the Hidden Gate and having received the legacy, stepping into the Wanxiang Realm, although restricted by Huaxia to only stabilize at the peak of the True Path Realm, he ought to be enough to be Ren Feifan’s master.

But now it seemed, taking on this disciple only made his own pressures mount!

Highly talented in cultivation!

Strong in both Alchemy and Pharmacology!

Excellent in Formation setting!

And now even Artifact Refining as well!

Was there anything he couldn’t do?

Was he intending to try his hand at every sector in the cultivation world?

Taoist Master Wu Yu, watching the cheerful Ren Feifan, really felt like crying without tears.

However, thinking again, since his disciple had true fire and the mental method for artifact refining within him, refining stones shouldn’t be too difficult.

But real sword forging might not be feasible.

Sword forging required accumulation and experience; talent was important but not everything.

It was presumed Ren Feifan could only make it this far; the next round would be beyond him.

An hour later, the final contestant finished their creation.

All eyes fell on the sparse stream of sand grains continuously flowing in the hourglass.

In the hourglass, the last few grains of sand dropped.

"Ding..."

The first round had completely ended.

Thus, Qu Zhonghe, along with several referees, approached the stage. Upon reaching Duan Qintian at position one, they were all astonished by the Crystal Stone crafted by Qu Zhonghe, which almost perfectly resembled the one in Qu Zhonghe’s hand. Thus, nearly all referees awarded him ten points, except Qu Zhonghe who gave him nine.

Duan Qintian was slightly taken aback, although he did not know where Elder Qiu found fault, he knew there were questions that he could not ask.

Yet Qu Zhonghe looked up and said to Duan Qintian, "Although you don’t ask, I know you are seeking an answer. I gave you nine points not because your skill is lacking, but because refining crystals is too effortless for you. A task that should have taken ten seconds stretched to fifteen seconds."

Having said that, Qu Zhonghe moved on to the remaining contestants before Duan Qintian could react.

Throughout the rounds, no contestant scored higher than Duan Qintian, though there were several who came close.

Certainly, this signaled that Sword Forging Square was brimming with artifact refining masters.

When they reached Elder Qiu, Qu Zhonghe and everyone else gave him eight points.

Though sufficient for advancement, it was not particularly impressive.

Elder Qiu’s face turned somewhat livid; he even glared at Ren Feifan behind him, believing that without Ren Feifan’s interference, his score could have been higher.

Finally, the group reached position one hundred.

Ren Feifan had returned to his spot early, awaiting the referees’ review.

Elder Qiu in front of Ren Feifan appeared calm, seemingly unconcerned, but he was all ears for the results concerning Ren Feifan.

The other referees glanced at the spherical Crystal Stone at Ren Feifan’s station and were taken aback to the extreme!

The shape was actually on par with Duan Qintian’s, perhaps even more perfectly curved. They had no idea how to score such a piece; if Ren Feifan’s score surpassed someone from Hidden Sword Villa, then it would lower the faces of both Hidden Sword Villa and Qu Zhonghe.

While everyone hesitated, Qu Zhonghe quietly declared, "For contestant number one hundred, I give ten points."

All referees were taken aback, for this was the first perfect score Qu Zhonghe had awarded so far!

Moreover, it was awarded to a disciple of someone banished from Hidden Sword Villa!

Some people had intended to give nine points, but now that Old Qu had made his stance clear, how could they award any other score?

This was practically questioning a former sixth-grade Artifact Refiner!

Therefore, the remaining referees had no choice but to follow suit and award ten points!

Ren Feifan thus became the only contestant to score full marks in the first round of the artifact refining competition!

"Contestant number one hundred, full marks!"

When the announcer declared the perfect score, the entire Sword Forging Square erupted!

The key aspect was that the person with the full score was not from Hidden Sword Villa!

But rather, a young man!

Furthermore, a disciple of someone expelled by Hidden Sword Villa!

The face-slapping was loud and clear.

"I always said contestant number one hundred could win the championship. See, was I not right?"

"Didn’t you claim earlier that Duan Qintian would definitely win the championship? How come it’s suddenly contestant number one hundred?"

"Don’t you think contestant number one hundred is quite handsome too?"

"It’s a sure bet! The dark horse, Ren Feifan, has emerged dramatically!"

...

Listening to the surrounding discussions, everyone from Hidden Sword Villa had a grim expression, with Duan Qintian clenching his fists, his rage reaching its peak!

His gaze sharply directed at Ren Feifan, his voice growled like a lion, "Why... why award this guy full points! Why!"

After a long time, his fists unclenched, and his eyes relaxed.

"The first round was merely a warm-up. Your name is Ren Feifan, right? You’re that trash’s disciple? Interesting, truly interesting... Well, in the second round, I will make you cry!"