Supreme Alchemist
Chapter 855 - 855 855 One Condition_1

855: Chapter 855: One Condition_1 855: Chapter 855: One Condition_1 “Exactly what combat skill is it, that it’s even stronger than Dragon Capturing Hand?”

The people of the Barbarian Tribe are naturally very familiar with barbarian martial skills.

They can see that the main reason Long Yan defeated Fang Sheng was the combat skills that Long Yan displayed.

True Dragon Sun Picking Hand is clearly stronger than Dragon Capturing Hand.

“What is this combat skill of yours?”

Fang Sheng wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth and stared unblinkingly at Long Yan.

The outcome of this battle is already very clear; he has lost to a human martial artist.

The True Dragon Sun Picking Hand that Long Yan executed was so powerful that it pressured him.

True Dragon Sun Picking Hand is even stronger than Dragon Capturing Hand.

At this moment, he understood that Long Yan’s previous words were not empty talk.

“Could it be a Barbarian Sacred Skill?”

Fang Sheng was guessing inside.

Only the lost sacred skills of the Barbarian Tribe could suppress Dragon Capturing Hand.

“I told you before, if you had defeated me, I would give you this set of combat skills.

But you couldn’t beat me.”

Long Yan said, smiling, “I don’t mind telling you, this is True Dragon Sun Picking Hand.”

This originally belonged to the Barbarian Tribe.

Some people would recognize it, so he didn’t need to hide it anymore.

“True Dragon Sun Picking Hand, one of the Twelve Sacred Skills!”

Fang Sheng’s gaze contracted sharply, and his breathing grew heavy.

He guessed correctly.

It is indeed a Sacred Skill.

Not only him, but some of the tribal elders of the Barbarian Tribe also had startled expressions, with dry mouths, all of them understood what the Twelve Sacred Skills meant to the Barbarian Tribe.

“Clan Leader…”

The elder of the Barbarian Tribe immediately looked towards the Barbarian Emperor.

Yet when they had just started speaking, the Barbarian Emperor interrupted, “I already know what you are going to say.

I have my own considerations on this matter.”

He understood more than anyone else the importance of Sacred Skills to the Barbarian Tribe.

“How is the Sacred Skill of the barbarians on you?”

Fang Sheng asked.

“That’s my secret.

Do I need to tell you?”

With a slight smile, Long Yan was certain he couldn’t admit that he stole it from the Barbarian Tribe’s ancestral hall.

If the Barbarian Tribe knew the truth, they would likely tear him apart alive.

Fang Sheng frowned slightly, then said, “You mastered a Barbarian Sacred Skill.

I do not feel wronged losing to you!”

Fang Sheng voluntarily admitted defeat.

His and Long Yan’s abilities were similar, but Long Yan mastered a Sacred Skill.

Just because of that, he couldn’t possibly defeat Long Yan.

Just then, the Barbarian Emperor and a few Barbarian Tribal elders approached Long Yan.

“Your name is Long Yan?”

The Barbarian Emperor looked at Long Yan, his tone steady, a faint smile on his face.

“That’s right.”

Long Yan slightly nodded, also gazing at the Barbarian Emperor, and said, “You are the clan leader of the Barbarian Tribe, the Barbarian Emperor, right?”

The Barbarian Emperor was also a tall and strong, tower-like burly man.

He was more than three meters tall, even taller than Fang Sheng, and he radiated an oppressive aura.

From Fang Lin’s mouth, he had heard some information about the Barbarian Emperor.

The Barbarian Emperor was the strongest of the Barbarian Tribe, his strength was on par with the ancient emperor.

“I am the Barbarian Emperor.”

The Barbarian Emperor said, “You saved our Barbarian Tribe’s people.

You are a benefactor of the Barbarian Tribe.

Let’s talk indoors.”

Right now, the Barbarian Emperor personally led Long Yan and others into the youth area, and then arranged better rooms for Long Yan and the others.

The conditions were a bit lacking, but for the Barbarian Tribe, these rooms were almost the best they had.

After casually chatting for a while, the Barbarian Emperor led his people away.

“You have a Barbarian Sacred Skill.

I’m afraid it’s not safe for us to stay here.”

Lei Xiaotian leaned against a big tree, folding his arms across his chest, and said softly.

Lei Youyou and Ye Han Smoke had the same idea.

“You scaredy-cat, just say if you’re afraid of dying.”

Black Dragon gave Lei Xiaotian a disdainful look.

“Dead dog, I’ve put up with you for too long, if you say one more word, I’ll kill you!”

Lei Xiaotian had long been fed up with Black Dragon’s arrogant demeanor, a bolt of lightning instantly accumulating in his hand.

“Hmph, is Lord Ye actually scared of you?”

Black Dragon once again shot Lei Xiaotian a provocative look.

“You damn dog.

I will slaughter you!”

Lei Xiaotian’s teeth were itching with hatred, ready to show the Black Dragon a lesson or two.

“Xiaotian, why are you even arguing with a mad dog?”

Long Yan waved his hand dismissively, then glared fiercely at the Black Dragon.

“Kid, you’re the dog, your whole family…

woof…”

Black Dragon suddenly started to yell.

However, before Black Dragon could finish his rant, he was kicked away by Long Yan.

“We’ll just observe for now.

The Barbarian Tribe should keep themselves in check.”

Long Yan said.

Having displayed the True Dragon Sun Picking Hand, he surely had his plans.

In the Ancient Battlefield, without clear day and night, it had already been about half a day when Fang Sheng found Long Yan alone.

“Long Yan, I won’t beat around the bush.

My purpose here is simple: I want the Barbarian Sacred Skill.”

Fang Sheng was upfront and stated his intent honestly.

“Do you think I would hand over the Sacred Skill to you?”

Long Yan looked at Fang Sheng, laughing as he spoke.

“Long Yan, the Barbarian Sacred Skill is very important to the Barbarians.

As long as you agree to give me the Sacred Skill, I’m willing to become your apprentice.”

Fang Sheng said.

Becoming the apprentice of a martial artist is indeed an ironic matter for the Barbarian Tribe, especially for him, Fang Sheng, the number one genius of the tribe.

He was only doing it for the Sacred Skill.

“Do you think I will agree to your proposal?”

Long Yan was rather surprised.

Fang Sheng was an extremely proud person, yet he was willing to compromise his pride and become his apprentice, just to acquire the Sacred Skill.

It appears the Sacred Skill indeed holds great importance to the Barbarian Tribe.

“Long Yan, do you doubt my sincerity?”

Fang Sheng looked at Long Yan, and after he finished his sentence, he prepared to kneel.

“Hold on!”

Just as Fang Sheng was about to kneel, Long Yan intervened.

“Fang Sheng, as a descendant of the Barbarian God, and the genius of the Barbarian Tribe.

Your pursuit of the Sacred Skill is understandable, however, this is your choice.

I will not take you as my disciple, even if you kneel.

Although I recognize your sincerity.”

Long Yan said.

Fang Sheng was indeed a genius, but Long Yan asked himself, what could I teach Fang Sheng?

He couldn’t be his guide, so he would not agree to Fang Sheng’s apprenticeship.

“How about this, you name your price, as long as the Barbarian Tribe can accept it, we will agree.”

Fang Sheng said.

“Is this your opinion, or the opinion of the Barbarian Tribe?”

Long Yan asked.

“It’s both my opinion and the opinion of the Barbarian Tribe.”

Fang Sheng replied.

“So, did the Barbarian Emperor send you to test me?”

Long Yan chuckled lightly, his words piercing through the real purpose of Fang Sheng’s visit.

Fang Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly, he hadn’t expected to inadvertently reveal his intentions to Long Yan.

“What would it take for you to give me the Sacred Skill?”

He was at his wit’s end.

“If you want the True Dragon Sun Picking Hand, it’s not impossible.

Help me with something, and I’ll give you the True Dragon Sun Picking Hand.”

Long Yan said.

“What is it?”

Fang Sheng hurriedly asked.

For the Sacred Skill, he was even willing to become an apprentice.

As long as it is within his power to accomplish, he would not refuse.