The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron C.478 - : Falling from the Sky

Chapter 478: Chapter 478: Falling from the Sky

The entire venue was silent, everyone looked at each other, their eyes focused on Yang Xuanfeng in the field.

Undoubtedly, unless someone was blind, it was clear to all that Yang Xuanfeng had ultimately triumphed in this match.

Yang Xuanfeng remained in the square, looking dreadful but lucid.

On the other hand, Liu Wuyin was not just knocked out of the ring but also unconscious; she was obviously more severely injured than Yang Xuanfeng.

The winner was unmistakable.

At Qian Country’s camp, a roar of cheering arose spontaneously, particularly among the members of the royal family, who were very excited.

Yang Xuanfeng had won, defeated his strong opponent Liu Wuyin, proved his strength, and showcased the power of the royalty of Qian country.

On the contrary, Yun Country’s camp was sullen, many Yun Country martial artists wore looks of reluctance, wishing they could go out to the field and recover the situation.

Alas, the failure was confirmed; no amount of resentment could change that.

At the moment, some members of Yun Country’s royal family had carried the unconscious Liu Wuyin back, and after taking a few pills, she slowly woke up.

As soon as she was conscious, she looked towards Yang Xuanfeng in the field, her eyes tinted with disappointment.

She, after all, had lost to the genius born from the royal family.

No one knew how much effort Liu Wuyin had put in for this grand competition among the three countries. After being selected by Yun Country, she was filled with anticipation, wishing to defeat the prodigies from other countries in the grand competition to prove herself.

Liu Wuyin wanted to prove that she could compete with anyone even without prestigious origins.

Unfortunately, she lost to Yang Xuanfeng, which shook her faith.

Could it be that a loose cultivator genius was never a match for a major force’s genius?

Bitterness, frustration, loss, and other complex emotions enveloped Liu Wuyin, while her face seemed calm, it was far from serene.

“Alas, you did your best,” Zhao Zhenlong consoled.

Liu Wuyin did not respond; she preferred a beautiful victory rather than a humiliating defeat.

Yang Xuanfeng stood up with his spear, looking at Liu Wuyin.

“You’re strong, I look forward to our next match,” said Yang Xuanfeng, and then was supported away by the members of Qian Country’s royal family.

Liu Wuyin sighed at his words, “I’m strong? Yes, indeed I am strong, but…

You, Yang Xuanfeng, are even stronger!”

“Well played,” Fang Lin said with a smile as he saw Yang Xuanfeng, who was limping, being supported back.

Yang Xuanfeng shook his head; he didn’t even want to speak. This was a victory? He had nearly lost half his life in this barely won match; it was indeed far from beautiful.

“We can rest now,” Fang Lin said languidly.

Yang Xuanfeng sat next to him and asked, “Has Han Xiaoxing arrived?”

Fang Lin responded with a mysterious smile, “Soon.”

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Over in Yun Country, Liu Wuyin had gone for treatment, two of Yun Country’s three top talents had been defeated, leaving only one — Zhao Shenji.

Many eyes fell on Zhao Shenji, the pressure on him was certainly more than mountainous. Chen Wu and Liu Wuyin had lost; he was the last hope to preserve Yun Country’s dignity.

If he wanted to save face, then Zhao Shenji must overpower all others to remain undefeated.

However, both Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng, who could compete with Zhao Shenji, appeared invincible.

Fang Lin defeated two top talents from Meng Kingdom, Huang Haoshan and Yuxin, and also defeated Chen Wu with unimaginable strength. He has been the most dazzling figure in the grand competition, unmatched by anyone.

As for Yang Xuanfeng, though he only acted twice, one was a strong defeat of Meng Langtian, the eldest imperial son of Meng Kingdom’s royal family; and just now, he demonstrated amazing strength by defeating Liu Wuyin.

These two, in the previous grand competitions among the three countries, could have greatly outclassed everyone else.

This time, however, two such individuals emerged from the same country.

That’s somewhat twisted.

Before the competition began, no one could have imagined that Qian Country would be so strong; most were rooting for Yun Country.

In fact, there were even more people who praised Meng Country, considering the numerous prodigies emerging in recent years.

In comparison, Qian Country seemed somewhat weak.

Yet surprisingly, very surprisingly, everyone was speechless to find that Qian Country was overwhelmingly strong in this grand competition, to an infuriating extent.

Most importantly, Qian Country had just two participants so far, and the third one hadn’t shown up yet, so no one knew how formidable the third participant from Qian Country would be.

The challenge facing Zhao Shenji now was how to save Yun Country’s face?

Actually, it’s simple; defeat both Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng. This would not only restore his honor but also demonstrate his power, establishing his invincible fame.

At the moment, Zhao Shenji was sizing up Fang Lin and Yang Xuanfeng. He was considering who to choose as his first opponent.

Although Chen Wu and Liu Wuyin both lost, Zhao Shenji did not panic. Instead, he remained composed throughout, a reflection of his confidence in his abilities, and a sign of invincibility.

“Shenji, it’s all up to you now,” Zhao Zhenlong spoke in a voice heavy with gravity, yet showed no worry.

The people of Yun Country’s royal family also looked at Zhao Shenji, with fanaticism and admiration evident on their faces.

“Don’t worry, with me here, Yun Country is unbeatable,” Zhao Shenji said lightly.

Upon hearing this, Yun Country’s morale soared. Just as Zhao Shenji said, as long as he was there, as long as he was not defeated, Yun Country was not defeated.

Because, Zhao Shenji was Yun Country’s strongest prodigy, and in their view, he was the strongest prodigy among the Lower Three Kingdoms.

“Eh? What’s that?”

“There’s a flying boat coming.”

“Why would there be a flying boat at this time?”

“It seems to be the flying boat of the Purple Mist Sect.”

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Suddenly, someone noticed that a glorious flying boat was sailing in the sky, with the flag of the Purple Mist Sect.

Seeing this boat, the people of the Purple Mist Sect cheered enthusiastically, and a smile appeared on Han Luoyun’s face.

“Sigh, it finally arrived. If it had arrived earlier, we wouldn’t have been so exhausted.” Fang Lin muttered.

Yang Xuanfeng could already guess why the flying boat was there.

Before the flying boat had even landed, a petite figure descended from the sky and landed on the square with a crash.