Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 2270 - 2270 2260 Beatdown

2270: Chapter 2260: Beatdown 2270: Chapter 2260: Beatdown “Long Yan, I can do this.”

Chu Bei, of course, wasn’t accustomed to being protected by Long Yan, and took a step forward, saying this.

However, his defiant demeanor only made Qin Yan across from him even more pleased.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s get started,”

Qin Yan’s expression now was extremely annoying, Long Yan clenched his fists tightly; it seemed that without giving these sects a profound lesson, they would never take Seven-Star Hall seriously.

“Chu Bei, you stand down.”

“But…”

Chu Bei wanted to say more, but seeing Long Yan’s determined gaze, Chu Bei understood that Long Yan was truly angered, and generally, those who provoked Long Yan would not end up well.

Out of trust in Long Yan, Chu Bei stepped down from the stage with Sun Ling’s assistance.

“Looks like the Seven-Star Hall isn’t all that impressive.”

Qin Yan said something neither too loud nor too soft, intending to leave the stage.

In his view, Chu Bei stepping down symbolized the end of this battle, but just as his foot was about to step off the stage, he was blocked by a barrier of crimson red True Qi.

“Young Hero Long, what does this mean?”

Facing the red barrier, Qin Yan looked puzzledly at Long Yan.

What else did Long Yan want to do?

Hadn’t they already admitted defeat?

“You can’t leave yet.

If you want to admit defeat, you need to wait until after the next battle has started.”

The rule Long Yan mentioned was indeed one of the rules of this competition: aside from one party being unable to fight or dead, any concession had to be declared on the ring.

Qin Yan obviously knew this rule as well and halted his entire body.

“No worries, I’ll fight with you.

Of course, I won’t let our respected Senior Qin be disappointed.”

A chill flashed through Long Yan’s eyes.

This shameless old thing thought he could just strut away?

That would not be so simple.

Qin Feng, seeing the look in Long Yan’s eyes, knew he had truly angered Long Yan, but what was the point of all this?

After all, he could clearly concede the moment the match began; so, Long Yan’s actions were utterly pointless.

Of course, if Long Yan didn’t mind the hassle, Qin Feng was more than happy to further aggravate the folks from Seven-Star Hall.

Thinking thus, Qin Yan’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed, and a smile spread across his face, resembling a blooming chrysanthemum.

“Alright.”

Upon hearing Qin Yan’s words, Long Yan glanced at the Disciple of the Seven Stars Hall who was acting as referee, following the disciple’s shout.

“Begin!”

Long Yan vanished from his spot in an instant.

Just as Qin Yan was about to voice his surrender, Long Yan reappeared from the air in front of him, his back emitting a red glow, and his uppercut forcefully made Qin Yan swallow back the words that were about to leave his mouth.

This greatly astonished the onlookers.

What Long Yan had just used was the Reversal technique from the Wuhou Inheritance.

He had already marked the ground in front of Qin Yan when blocking him earlier, which is why he could appear in front of Qin Yan at the first opportunity, forcing the words of surrender back down his throat.

Then came a flurry of attacks.

Long Yan, like a madman, continuously assaulted him.

The very air around them trembled with each ferocious punch, without using True Qi – merely relying on the power of his physical body to force Qin Yan to retreat repeatedly.

Such a scene greatly shocked Wang Lei who was watching the fight from below.

Long Yan’s physique was incredibly tough.

Wang Lei had some understanding of Qin Yan and, seeing him powerless in Long Yan’s hands, he felt he might have truly underestimated Long Yan.

Pushing aside the various thoughts of the people below, Qin Yan was genuinely in pain.

The ferocious punches from Long Yan wouldn’t injure him, but the pain was very real.

Of course, he wasn’t the type to just sit and wait for death; spurting out a beam of True Qi from his hand he struck towards Long Yan.

Seeing the aggressive True Qi beam, all that came from Long Yan’s mouth was a cold snort.

The beam shattered instantly; the formidable beam of True Qi was crushed by Long Yan’s bare hands.

And it wasn’t over; Long Yan landed a heavy kick in Qin Yan’s abdomen.

Even though he was a Cultivator, after being struck in the abdomen, Qin Yan bent over involuntarily.

This gave Long Yan the chance to send him flying.

Seizing Qin Yan’s head with both hands, his knee made intimate contact with Qin Yan’s face, causing such a sharp pain through his nose that tears and snot flowed freely, almost making him scream.

However, Long Yan was intently watching Qin Yan’s mouth, ready to unleash a storm of attacks should it open.

Seeing Long Yan on the ring beating Qin Yan, the audience below were silently cheering.

Luo Pin looked somewhat excited; she certainly knew that Long Yan was a man who defended his own people fiercely.

Watching the Disciples of the Seven Stars Hall cheering around her, even Luo Pin, a girl, felt her blood rising.

A punch landed on Qin Yan’s face, several teeth flying from his mouth.

Now even if Long Yan would let him surrender, Qin Yan guessed he couldn’t even say it, just hoping to faint quickly to end the battle.

A series of attacks also left Long Yan somewhat tired.

He stepped back but didn’t widen the distance between them.

At this moment, Qin Yan felt as if the world was spinning, his entire being light, unable to distinguish the directions.

A stream of Crimson Red True Qi from Long Yan’s hand drilled into Qin Yan’s head.

This brought the fainting Qin Yan back to his senses, but the crimson glow had no intention of causing destruction, rather forming a crimson barrier protecting his head.

Just as Qin Yan was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt that something was amiss – would Long Yan really so kindly protect his head?

But by the time Qin Yan realized something was wrong, it was too late.

The True Qi only protected Qin Yan’s head, ensuring he wouldn’t pass out, because not passing out meant not losing the ability to fight.

Qin Yan instantly felt everything go wrong.

Just as Qin Yan was about to speak, Long Yan punched him back.

In the time taken for this investigation, Long Yan had also recovered his strength, and a new round of beatings began.

The scariest part was Long Yan’s constant vigilance over his mouth; if he so much as opened it, he would face Long Yan’s rabid assault, thus stripping Qin Yan of any right to scream.

The audience below, witnessing this silent scream, immediately felt a wave of sympathy for Qin Yan.

But not a single person would stand up for Qin Yan—that was the repute he had earned.

Who could he blame for bringing this upon himself?

Until the end, Qin Yan could neither faint nor open his mouth to surrender, nor could he fight back.

He could only be kicked around by Long Yan like a ball.

By the end of the fight, his ribs were broken in countless places by Long Yan, his face swollen like a pig’s head, gradually losing interest in the battle.

With one final kick, Long Yan sent Qin Yan flying off the stage.

Finding his release at last, Qin Yan closed his eyes, only able to grunt, as his Sect’s Disciples hurried over to help their Sect Leader up and scurried away in defeat.