The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Upon seeing Meng Langtian’s challenge to Fang Lin, a cheer immediately rose from the Meng royal family. At least in their eyes, Meng Langtian was their single beacon of hope in reversing their demoralized state.

The Yun Country onlookers watched with interest. Especially the three, including Zhao Shenji, who were more than willing to witness another round between Meng Langtian and Fang Lin.

Regardless of who wins or loses, it was highly beneficial for Yun Country. At least, they could witness the true prowess of Fang Lin, as well as gauge the depth of their formidable opponent, Meng Langtian.

Many in Qian Country frowned. Fang Lin had consecutively dueled with two young powerhouses, Huang Haoshan and Yuxin, which would have inevitably drained him. And with Meng Langtian as his next opponent, Fang Lin’s situation appeared unfavorable.

Many of the watching martial artists also felt that Meng Langtian was being rather unprincipled. Choosing to duel with Fang Lin at this moment was clear opportunism, capitalizing on Fang Lin’s exhaustion from successive battles.

Meng Langtian stood in the arena, indifferent to the disdainful glares directed at him. He didn’t feel any shame.

In Meng Langtian’s view, as long as he defeated Fang Lin and reversed the decline of the Meng Kingdom, everything else was trivial.

Fang Lin smiled, “Meng Prince, you really don’t waste any time challenging me. Your intentions are rather obvious.”

Although Fang Lin didn’t spell it out, his statement clearly implied that Meng Langtian was shamelessly preparing to seize this opportune moment.

Meng Langtian replied coldly with a shred of arrogance, “Enough with the useless prattle, do you dare to accept the challenge?”

Just as Fang Lin was about to respond, Yang Xuanfeng stepped forward.

“Fang Lin, you’re tired. Rest for a while. Let me take this one.” Yang Xuanfeng spoke calmly as he walked up to Fang Lin and lightly patted his shoulder.

Fang Lin did not decline. He indeed needed rest. It would be a lie to claim exhaustion hadn’t set in after battling two young geniuses in succession.

Of course, even if he continued to fight against Meng Langtian, Fang Lin was still confident. At least, he wouldn’t be pushed into too much trouble.

But since Yang Xuanfeng had offered to step in, it was only natural to respect his decision. Moreover, he’d already defeated two young talents from the Meng Kingdom. If he took down Meng Langtian as well, it would be rather startling. Better to let Yang Xuanfeng deal with Meng Langtian instead.

Fang Lin grinned at Meng Langtian and returned to the Qian Country crowd without looking back.

Yang Xuanfeng looked at Meng Langtian, his face expressionless, “Meng Langtian, I’ll challenge you to a fight.”

Meng Langtian snorted, looking far from pleased. He would have preferred to fight Fang Lin, because with Fang Lin’s current condition, Meng Langtian was more confident about defeating him.

However, if he faced off against Yang Xuanfeng, the outcome was uncertain. After all, Yang Xuanfeng was fully prepared, with his strength completely unpredictable.

But at this juncture, the people of Meng Kingdom craved a victory to boost their morale. So, Meng Langtian couldn’t dodge the challenge. Regardless of the uncertain outcome of the fight against Yang Xuanfeng, he had to force himself to face it.

“Good, I have long wanted to experience your skills, Yang Xuanfeng.” Meng Langtian declared arrogantly.

Both of them were crown princes of their respective countries, potential future emperors. This duel was incredibly crucial to both.

If either lost, it would leave a stain on their reputation, even after they’d become emperor.

Therefore, for Yang Xuanfeng and Meng Langtian, this duel was a battle they absolutely could not afford to lose.

For both the Qian and Meng royal families, this battle was anxiety-inducing. If they lost, they would lose face on a tremendous scale.

“Come on!” Meng Langtian roared. His giant stature was like a colossal humanoid beast, rushing toward Yang Xuanfeng.

Though Yang Xuanfeng was not as towering as Meng Langtian, his pose was rock-still. He faced the overwhelming aura of Meng Langtian with equal calm.

With a single palm strike, a golden glow shimmered, and Inner Strength soared!

This was indeed the ultimate skill of the Qian royal family, the Vajra Palm!

As soon as Yang Xuanfeng made a move, he directly unleashed the Vajra Palm, determined to forcefully suppress Meng Langtian.

Meng Langtian felt a chill down his spine. He didn’t expect Yang Xuanfeng to be so highhanded, suddenly unleashing such a viciously lethal move.

Meng Langtian didn’t hold back. Black light surged from his fist, with a hint of Demon Qi seeping out.

Boom!!!

Their fists collided, golden light and black radiance clashed. Meng Langtian grunted, retreating several steps backward.

Yang Xuanfeng swayed but remained standing, unmoved by the impact.

This scene startled many spectators.

Meng Langtian’s face darkened. After a single exchange, he had already fallen behind, a circumstance he found hard to accept.

Boom!

Meng Langtian’s aura surged, and a black demon beast figure materialized, resembling a black bear.

“I heard rumors that Meng Langtian fused with a drop of demon beast essence blood. Seems like they were true.”

“That seems to be an Iron Bone Bear.”

“Yes, it is indeed an Iron Bone Bear.”

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Murmurs spread around the crowd. Fang Lin too heard them, looking at the black bear figure surrounding Meng Langtian, expressing surprise.

“Take my punch!” Meng Langtian roared, throwing a punch with the Iron Bone Bear phantasm also casting a terrifying punch.

Yang Xuanfeng’s demeanor remained calm as he leaped, his body ablaze with golden light.

At this moment, Yang Xuanfeng seemed to transform into a deity. His radiant golden light illuminated every direction, making it impossible to look at him directly.

“Such a terrifying aura!” Many exclaim in surprise.

Yang Xuanfeng unleashed a palm strike, and a giant golden hand rushed towards the mountains below as if to obliterate them.

“What is this…” The crowd gasped, revealing shock. They couldn’t imagine this being a technique of Yang Xuanfeng.

As the giant golden hand, carrying an all-suppressing aura, fell directly, the Iron Bone Bear shadow surrounding Meng Langtian roared furiously, seemingly enraged and unwilling.

Boom!!

The next moment, the Iron Bone Bear shadow collapsed and disappeared. Meng Langtian, spouting a mouthful of blood, was shrouded by a surging black light. Like a giant pillar supporting the sky, he stubbornly held his ground under the golden hand with his terrifying physique.

“Did you really think your puny tricks could affect me?” Meng Langtian, his hands bracing against the golden hand, prevented it from fully descending and crushing him.

The crowd drew a sharp breath. This Meng Langtian was truly formidable; he had, after all, withstood the enormous golden hand.