Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2099 - 2099 2089 Conclusion

2099: Chapter 2089 Conclusion 2099: Chapter 2089 Conclusion Dragon Tooth traced an arc in the air and struck down on the Fine Steel Blade, the powerful force causing Qin Ming’s hand to tingle with numbness, but Long Yan wasn’t faring much better.

He hadn’t engaged in blade-to-blade combat for a long time, so often he couldn’t even keep up with his body’s reactions.

“Ling Yu, do you think Long Yan is tough to deal with?”

Both being blade users, Blood Sha’s expression was complex.

Initially, when tasked by his sect, he had assumed Long Yan was merely a no-name incompetent due to his affiliation with the Heavenly Gate Sect.

However, a layman watches for fun, but a professional sees the technique.

In the blink of an eye, he realized that Long Yan’s mastery of blade techniques wasn’t low either.

“Humph, far from it.”

Ling Yu snorted heavily through his nose.

Although Long Yan’s ability wasn’t bad, he was still a distance away from their level.

Therefore, Ling Yu didn’t believe in Long Yan’s capability, but Blood Sha’s face showed a hint of concern.

Because from the information about Hundred Thousand Mountains, it was known that Long Yan used a spear, not a blade.

Unaware of the two men’s conversation, Long Yan in his hands struck fiercely toward Qin Ming, seemingly slicing through the surrounding air.

“One-Blade Soul Snatcher.”

At first, Luo Pin was quite worried about Long Yan, but seeing that the two had been evenly matched for half a day, she settled down to watch the fight.

“Saintess, who do you think will win or lose this battle?”

Chu Bei suddenly spoke beside Luo Pin, his tone less frivolous than before, instead somewhat calm.

“I don’t know, but if it’s a comparison of blade skills, Long Yan shouldn’t be stronger than Qin Ming, should he?”

Luo Pin used a questioning tone, in her view, even if Long Yan was a prodigious talent, fighting a Fourth Rank God King against an Eighth Rank God King seemed like a joke.

In the vast Immortal Path, there were various methods to pursue cultivation, some through True Qi and others through martial techniques, leading to different paths ultimately.

Qin Ming, who practiced martial arts, could say his blade technique was his strongest move.

That Long Yan could fight him to this extent was already not easy.

“No, you are mistaken here.”

Chu Bei’s eyes, dark as ink, flashed a gleam.

“In a short while, Qin Ming will definitely lose.”

“Huh?”

Knowing Chu Bei didn’t speak without cause, Luo Pin shifted her gaze to the battlefield.

Now, as the fight between the two neared its climax, Long Yan landed on the deck, gasping heavily, Qin Ming wasn’t faring much better, his previously steady breathing now erratic.

A martial artist’s foundation is in consistent breathing, only maintaining steady breath can one minimize exhaustion and last longer in a fight.

But Qin Ming’s breathing indicated he was caught in a tough battle.

“If it’s just a matter of breathing, it shouldn’t lead Qin Ming to lose, should it?”

Luo Pin furrowed her pretty brows, in her opinion, although Qin Ming’s issue was critical, Long Yan didn’t seem much better.

“The result is out.”

Chu Bei turned and walked into the cabin, leaving a bewildered Luo Pin behind.

The two clashed fiercely, Dragon Tooth morphing into a sky full of blade shadows in mid-air.

Qin Ming, concentrating his True Qi, surprisingly formed a huge True Qi blade in mid-air, smashing toward Long Yan’s overwhelming blade shadows.

“What?”

As the blade shadows descended upon the True Qi blade, in an instant, the True Qi blade shattered into countless fragments.

“This…”

Qin Ming collapsed onto the ground, having lost, that last strike was all his True Qi, and he hadn’t anticipated it being broken so easily, he was somewhat unable to accept it at the moment.

“Do you know why you lost?”

Long Yan’s breath gradually returned to even, and this battle was not merely tough for Qin Ming—it was for him as well.

“The blade is the tyrant among weapons; your earlier techniques carried an all-or-nothing artistic conception, which is what is referred to as a blade’s tyranny.”

Long Yan paused, glanced at Qin Ming’s thoughtful face, and silently praised his martial idiot nature.

“But your final blade wavered mostly in hesitation; your blade was slow.”

Long Yan turned to look at the stunned Luo Pin behind him, then walked into the cabin.

Qin Ming’s final blade hesitated, reflecting his state of mind right then.

Luo Pin deeply looked at Qin Ming, who had collapsed to the ground.

From today on, the name of the Life-taking Blade would vanish.

“Thank you.”

Not caring whether Long Yan could hear, Qin Ming deeply bowed toward the position of the cabin.

For a martial artist, this acknowledgment was enough; this battle had also enriched his understanding of blade techniques.

“Is it really good to give pointers to your own opponent?”

Chu Bei gently set down the tea in his hand on the table and asked, having seen most of the fight and feeling surprised by Long Yan’s mastery of the blade technique.

“Of course.”

Long Yan shrugged indifferently.

Humans becoming stronger was a good thing for facing future challenges, and besides, Qin Ming was not a bad person; he was just a bit stubborn.

The end of Qin Ming’s time also meant the first level of the All Heavens and Earth Ranking had drawn to a close.

Curious, Long Yan used his True Qi to check the facilities inside the little boat; he had originally planned to just use a small boat to pass the level.

But he discovered that the facilities in the big ship and the small boat were worlds apart; inside the small boat, one not only lacked any fruit but there wasn’t even a stool.

“This is too realistic…”

Long Yan was participating in the All Heavens and Earth Ranking for the first time, and the difference between the two types of ships was indeed vast.

“The world of cultivation always reveres the strong.”

Luo Pin took up Long Yan’s words, clearly already accustomed to such things.

This woman had consistently stayed on Long Yan’s big ship and couldn’t be driven away, so Long Yan simply let her be.

Seeing Long Yan’s helpless look, Luo Pin just pursed her lips and smiled.

“Where is this?”

Long Yan looked at the scenery outside; the big ship had gradually left the canal, and outside was a vast expanse of sea.

“Young Master Long, we have arrived.”

A servant came over and said, extremely respectfully.

The three of them walked onto the deck; the town was no longer visible from the big ship’s current position, and before them lay a tiny island.

“Seems we’ve arrived.”

Luo Pin took a deep breath of fresh air, evidently not her first time participating in the All Heavens and Earth Ranking.

“Where is this?”

With a leap, Long Yan stably landed on the beach.

This island, standing amid the sea, was no small name—it was where the Qilin Stele resided.

The existence of the Qilin Stele was symbolic, and each year, it recorded the names of geniuses who reached the Sky Ranking in the All Heavens and Earth Ranking, with names of those on the Earth Fiend Record listed alongside.

“Isn’t there another level?”

Long Yan was curious about what the second level would be like.

“Ladies and gentlemen!”

Bai Xiaosheng’s figure appeared on the deck of the middle ship, and instantly, the surrounding noise fell silent.

“Now we will announce the rules for the second level of the competition.”