Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2400 - 2390: The Wushuang of the World

Long Yan’s reaction speed clearly took the two black-clothed men by surprise. The black-clothed man scrutinized Long Yan for a moment but realized that the person standing before him was indeed the Long Yan he knew. How could a good-for-nothing possibly evade his punch?

"It must be because I held back just now, so my punching speed was slower."

The chubby black-clothed man seemed to self-soothe with this reasoning, for otherwise, how could this good-for-nothing possibly dodge 30% of his strength?

"Young Master Long, I advise you to be sensible. If not for the young lady’s attitude toward you, you’d have long been thrown into the lake before us."

Clearly, the black-clothed men looked down on Long Yan. To them, he was nothing but a presumptuous man relying on the Emperor Clan’s Miss. Such a pretty boy could hardly earn the respect of experts like them. But no matter how they remembered the Long Yan of the past, the one standing before them was no longer the same Long Yan.

"Oh?"

Long Yan squinted his eyes, his heart already angered by the provocation of the black-clothed men before him. Having come here where his True Qi and other powers were unusable, after being deceived by an old lady, his mood had soured significantly. Now, a punching bag was delivered right to his doorstep.

"Hmph, let go of the young lady, or I won’t hold back with my next strike."

The black-clothed man crossed his arms, his eyes brimming with disdain. Although Long Yan had resisted several times before, it was undeniable that every time had ended with the two of them suppressing him.

Long Yan silently placed Lingxi, who he had been holding in his arms, onto one of the nearby stone benches. Many such benches had been prepared for today’s bustling city tour visitors to rest. Holding Lingxi in his arms would indeed make it impossible for Long Yan to unleash his full strength.

"So you..."

The chubby black-clothed man snorted coldly. At first, he thought Long Yan was sensibly letting them take the Miss back, but then he saw Long Yan making a simple, internationally recognizable gesture toward him.

"You worthless trash dare!"

Long Yan was indeed scorned as trash—this was well-known throughout Chang’an City. Yet, this useless man who failed in both academic and martial pursuits dared to provoke him, dare to provoke one of the Twelve Protectors of the Emperor Clan?

"You’re asking for death!"

The black-clothed man roared furiously, his entire being lunging at Long Yan like a giant bear, his big hand whistle-whooshing through the air as it slammed toward Long Yan’s Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Xiong Lie!"

The other black-clothed man expressed displeasure with a shout. Xiong Lie’s move could very likely end up killing Long Yan in one fell swoop. Once a life was taken, they would have to face serious consequences. But at this moment, Xiong Lie wasn’t listening to his companion, solely intent on teaching this defiant kid before him a lesson.

Watching the massive palm coming down, Long Yan reacted instinctively even without True Qi. He sidestepped his body and swung his right foot in a sweeping arc, aiming directly at Xiong Lie’s abdomen.

But something shocking happened that stunned all three present. While Long Yan did manage to kick Xiong Lie’s abdomen—after all, his battlefield experience allowed him exceptional control over the rhythm of combat—his Thunderbolt strike had no effect on halting Xiong Lie’s momentum. Instead, Long Yan’s leg began to tremble and feel numb.

"Is it because my body’s strength is severely lacking?"

Long Yan lightly slapped his numbed thigh, reluctantly ducking beneath Xiong Lie’s thunderous strike.

"Clang!"

Xiong Lie’s palm landed squarely on the matching stone table beside the stone bench, smashing it into rubble in one clean blow. Even Long Yan couldn’t stop his eye from twitching.

Without True Qi, Xiong Lie shattered a stone table with a single strike—was this man a monster?

"How did this mere pretty boy evade my attack?"

Long Yan was shocked, but Xiong Lie was even more so. This time, he hadn’t held back at all. That had been his full, unrestrained strength, yet it was so easily evaded by Long Yan, who even found the time to counterattack, though it was akin to tickling him.

"Kid, you’re hiding deeper than I thought. But with that pitiful trick of yours, you won’t beat me."

Xiong Lie suddenly reconsidered his understanding of Long Yan—this pretty boy turned out to possess a level of skill that surprised him. With this revelation, Xiong Lie finally took the fight seriously; something about the kid before him felt remarkably unordinary.

"Do you see it now? This is the price of lacking strength!"

The old lady’s voice seemed to whisper in Long Yan’s ear, a low tone guiding him, but when he turned, there was no one beside him.

"Do you know? With this girl’s heart, I could return to you your Azure Dragon’s Mysteries. Taking out those two before you would be impossibly easy, wouldn’t it?"

Long Yan’s vision turned monochromatic, his whole world seemingly frozen in time, stopped dead by the old lady’s doing. Long Yan’s pupils contracted suddenly—this was evidently the first trial he’d encountered on the Heart Inquiry Road.

"If you had strength, you could protect everything, couldn’t you?"

Eerily, the primed-for-battle Xiong Lie opened his mouth mechanically, but the voice that came out was the old lady’s. Long Yan slightly raised his head and saw a crimson gleam flickering within Xiong Lie’s exposed eyes.

"Indeed, if I returned your Mystic, there wouldn’t be anyone in this world who could rival you, right? You know, although True Qi doesn’t exist in this world, it’s still an age where the Martial Path thrives. Pluck anyone at random, and they’d easily kill you." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

The nearby black-clothed man, who’d been standing with arms crossed, opened his mouth just like Xiong Lie, attempting to tempt Long Yan. Yet, within their words, Long Yan gleaned critical information—this Illusionary Realm was a world filled only with martial artists and no cultivators. Which meant there were only mortal martial arts here and no immortal martial arts.

"Well then? Shall we make a deal?"

The scene before him rippled like water waves, and a spatial crevice gradually emerged. The old lady stepped out of it slowly, her face alight with expectation as she looked at Long Yan.

Her voice carried the sinister allure of a demon, like a wicked witch trying to sell a poisoned apple to a princess. But Long Yan remained unmoved.

"I’ll tell you this..."

Long Yan opened his mouth, and the old lady’s eyes lit up with joy. In her mind, as long as Long Yan was willing to converse, the deal was as good as sealed. After all, for the strong, being at the mercy of others was surely intolerable.

"What makes you think I’m someone who’s cornered?"

Long Yan’s next words caught the old lady off guard. Things seemed to be unfolding entirely differently than she’d anticipated, but Long Yan didn’t give her another chance to speak.

"If I can’t even protect my woman, why bother with immortal cultivation?"

"I, Long Yan, would never exchange my woman’s life for the empty title of being the strongest."

"Whether it’s an illusion or the real world, this Grandpa will reign supreme, let alone be shaken by these two weaklings before me."

Long Yan spoke as if making a solemn vow, a flash of golden light passing deep within his eyes.

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