Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2269 - 2269 2259 Toward Victory

2269: Chapter 2259: Toward Victory 2269: Chapter 2259: Toward Victory Chu Bei’s move indeed made Qin Feng hesitant to act.

He initially came to gain fame, but if Chu Bei wasn’t at the end of his rope, Qin Feng wouldn’t embarrass himself—this was the skill he relied on to survive within Saint Que: never provoke those who should not be provoked or face annihilation.

Today, seeing that Seven-Star Hall was a new Sect within Saint Que and that Chu Bei was exhausted, Qin Feng decided to step onto the Stage to show his face.

For a while, both men made no moves, causing a momentary stillness on the ring.

Just as Long Yan was about to stand up, intending to replace Chu Bei and fight in his stead, he was stopped by Sun Ling next to him.

“This is Chu Bei’s battle.”

Hearing this from Sun Ling, Long Yan sat back down.

Sun Ling was right, this was Chu Bei’s battle, and he didn’t need to interfere.

This sort of ruffian couldn’t beat Chu Bei.

Chu Bei aimed his sword’s tip at Qin Feng, his hands trembling slightly due to insufficient strength.

Seeing Chu Bei like this, Qin Feng finally felt at ease, a mocking smile on his face as he said to Chu Bei.

“Ah, such a tough guy, what pose shall I use to celebrate my victory?”

While his repugnant face bore a smile, Chu Bei didn’t pay attention to his opponent’s provocation.

The crowd below the stage was filled with righteous indignation, but they were powerless and could only shake their fists at Qin Feng on the stage.

“Just give up.”

Seeing that Chu Bei had no intention of leaving the ring, Qin Feng clenched his fist, his True Qi transforming into a breeze and smashing fiercely towards Chu Bei, who responded in kind, his dark True Qi spinning back at Qin Feng.

The air around them carried a scent of scorching.

Yet, Chu Bei felt no fear, or perhaps, he never felt such tranquility in his heart before.

The situation had reached a point where Seven-Star Hall absolutely could not retreat; being defeated by such a ruffian would be a humiliation Chu Bei could not accept.

“I must win.”

With no other thoughts in his mind except the determination to win, the dark luminescence around him transformed into a huge brush, which slowly fell into Chu Bei’s hand.

To the astonishment of the spectators, it was again a transformation of True Qi into an object.

What kind of demon or ghost was this, having fought a great battle with Heavenly Ghost and still having strength to spare?

Chu Bei’s forehead veins bulged as he wielded the giant brush, its dark glowing tip connecting with the luminescence coming from his body like swallows returning to their nest.

The giant brush traced out the character for “victory” in the air.

Qin Feng’s face had long been soaked with cold sweat; had he known Chu Bei could unleash such a fearsome attack, he would not have set foot on this Stage, even if it meant death.

“Spare him!”

From the audience, a gray shadow surged out and flew towards the stage.

This person, recognized by Luo Pin, was indeed the Sect Leader of Qin Feng’s Sect.

A cold snort emitted from Long Yan’s mouth, determined not to let anyone stop him now.

The entire figure turned into a streak of crimson light and charged at the gray shadow of the elderly man.

“Don’t get in the way!”

The gray shadow of the elderly man bellowed loudly, his hand condensing a wave of True Qi and striking fiercely down at Long Yan, attempting to repel Long Yan with this force.

But with Long Yan’s ability, there was no way he would be repelled so easily.

With a wave in the air, an invisible fluctuation dispersed all the True Qi, and he stood in front of the gray shadow of the elderly man.

Named Qin Yan, the elderly man was Qin Feng’s grandpa.

Initially, upon seeing his grandson ascend the ring, Qin Yan thought Qin Feng would surely defeat Chu Bei.

However, he didn’t expect Chu Bei to still have a move left.

Knowing his grandson’s capabilities, Qin Yan was certain his grandson couldn’t withstand this attack; even if he did, he’d be gravely wounded.

Qin Yan didn’t care about his own face and charged directly towards the Stage, but upon seeing Long Yan blocking his path, his iron fists hammered down fiercely upon Long Yan, who, without the slightest hesitation, retaliated with a punch straight at Qin Yan.

“You little brat still want to compete in power with me?”

The moment his fists connected with Long Yan’s, Qin Yan regretted it.

A tremendous force from the opposing fist blew him away, and what was most crucial was that as Long Yan stopped Qin Yan, Chu Bei’s brush struck down forcefully, crushing Qin Feng into dust beneath the vast ink-colored light.

When the light dissipated, Qin Feng had vanished from On the ring, and Chu Bei’s body wobbled, nearly falling but managed to steady himself with the long sword.

Today’s Fight will not only be a day where the name of Seven-Star Hall is remembered, but also Chu Bei’s name would be engraved in everyone’s heart, though it seems that Chu Bei would be unable to participate in the next battles.

“You little beast!!”

Qin Yan, who had been sent flying by Long Yan’s fist, flew back.

Just now, the force of Long Yan’s punch had exhausted him for half a day, but upon his return, seeing only Chu Bei barely standing On the ring, he went into a frenzied state.

However, just like his Grandson, Qin Yan didn’t choose to go straight for Long Yan who was blocking him but instead aimed for Chu Bei On the ring, hurling his fist towards the sky where Chu Bei stood.

Seeing this, Long Yan became furious; indeed, like grandfather, like Grandson, they only took advantage of others’ crisis.

Long Yan’s figure vanished from the spot, his long sword skimming past Qin Yan’s ear, shearing off a few white hairs from his head.

Qin Yan’s forward momentum abruptly halted, had he not forcefully stopped himself just now, perhaps the Lu Xian Sword would have directly shattered his head.

Before Qin Yan could speak, Long Yan’s icy voice could be heard.

“On the ring, life and death are determined by fate.

Qin Yan, what do you intend to do?”

As if awakened by Long Yan’s icy words, Qin Yan shuddered all over, knowing full well he was no match for Long Yan.

But if he claimed to be disturbing the ring, he could forget about maintaining his dignity in the Holy Domain, leaving Qin Yan in a tricky situation, unable to just state he wanted to save his Grandson.

“What’s the matter?

Can’t say what your purpose is?”

Tian Shu merely watched from below the ring, silently observing Long Yan’s stance, believing in Long Yan to uphold the honor of the entire Seven-Star Hall.

“I…

I came to challenge the Stage.”

In a panic, Qin Yan blurted out a lame excuse, prompting a cold smirk to appear on Long Yan’s lips—what a challenger, this grandfather and Grandson really were both shameless to the core.

A smug look crept onto Qin Yan’s elderly face, considering himself a challenger to the Stage—wouldn’t this mean Long Yan had no recourse against him?

Ignoring the gazes of those around him, Qin Yan drew a long sword from his Spatial Ring, pointing it at Chu Bei behind Long Yan from afar.

“What’s the matter?

Is the Seven-Star Hall too scared to accept the challenge?”

Chu Bei attempted to stand tall, but his excessive weakness led to failure, and a chorus of jeers arose from the crowd—this Qin Yan really had no shame, even daring to provoke openly.

“Are you sure you want to challenge the Stage?”

Pride was written all over Qin Yan’s wrinkled old face—now, let’s see who else could criticize him.

“Yes!”