Supreme Alchemist-Chapter 2424 - 2414 Old Madman

In just one confrontation, Long Yan was utterly stunned by the overwhelming murderous aura emanating from the shadowy figure. Seeing this person, only two words remained in Long Yan’s heart.

"So strong!"

Even though he knew the opponent’s intentions were hostile, Long Yan couldn’t help but secretly praise them in his heart. Long Yan’s current strength was already considerable among his peers, but facing the elderly man before him, there wasn’t a single thought in Long Yan’s mind about defeating him.

When a person’s momentum begins to fall behind, it signifies that the possibility of victory is nonexistent. Long Yan fought to muster his spirit, knowing that if he failed, the safety of the people behind him would no longer be guaranteed.

"Swoosh!"

Qing Yan’s figure landed beside Long Yan, her demeanor resembling someone bracing for a deadly confrontation. Two daggers glinting coldly were already reversed in her hands—a basic assassin technique since reversing the blade enhances the force when it strikes. This time, it wasn’t like the sparring match with Long Yan in the past; Qing Yan was more serious than ever before.

The two sides faced off like this: the shadow remained silent, and the two of them dared not strike first. If the opponent were just slightly stronger than Long Yan, he would have attacked without hesitation. But the oppressive presence of the elderly man was far too intense. Standing there, merely motionless, Long Yan worried that in the next moment, those two gleaming long swords might slice across his throat.

"What are the two of you waiting for?"

At that tense impasse, the shadow grinned and bared its teeth. Even in the dark night, the set of yellow teeth was unnervingly conspicuous. The White Tiger’s Secret Technique granted Long Yan night-vision, allowing him to see the sinister cruelty carved into the elderly man’s face.

"One strange kid with peculiar power, and another girl who’s good at assassin techniques—I do hope the two of you can make this old madman feel exhilarated."

Talking to himself, the Old Madman made it sound as if he were speaking to the two of them, but it seemed more like self-dialogue. Clearly, this individual was mentally unstable. Long Yan and Qing Yan exchanged a glance and then both transformed into blurs, charging toward the Old Madman.

"Good timing!"

With a loud shout, the Old Madman, like someone spiraling into insanity, let out bizarre screams as he rushed toward them.

On his approach, Long Yan noticed that the gleaming objects he initially thought were two long swords were far larger—wider even than Niu Shan’s greatsword. Previously, he hadn’t noticed because the two greatswords were only partially sharpened; the other half looked like a coarse, stone-like surface.

Moreover, the two monstrous greatswords were peculiarly lacking hilts. The blades were bound to the Old Madman’s hands with heavy iron chains, which had even grown into the flesh of his arms, visible to Long Yan.

The greatsword in the left hand rose high, forcing Qing Yan’s smaller figure to quickly retreat, narrowly dodging the ferocious strike. Forget being slashed by the blade—even if it was the stone-like coarse side that hit, the impact would still be devastating. If slashed by the blade, instant death would not be out of the question.

"Long Yan."

Qing Yan softly called his name as the greatsword slammed into the ground, forcibly carving out a massive pit. Instantly, the entire bamboo forest trembled uncontrollably. Judging by the Old Madman’s technique, it was clear he adopted a reckless, do-or-die fighting style.

Long Yan didn’t respond. His figure flickered from behind Qing Yan’s retreating form, his foot stepping onto the greatsword blade as he thrust the Lu Xian Sword in his hand toward the Old Madman. If this thrust landed, it might pierce straight through the Old Madman’s head.

The Old Madman, about to lift the greatsword in his right hand to block, suddenly noticed that the blade in his right hand had formed a thick ice crystal with the ground beneath it. The Lu Xian Sword was right before him, but the Old Madman showed no sign of panic.

This was the effect of Long Yan’s Ice Domain. Yet, beneath the Old Madman’s smirk, Long Yan sensed something was off. A thin layer of blood mist had already risen within the bamboo forest.

Suddenly, the greatsword erupted violently from the ground, causing Long Yan to lose his footing on its blade. However, the Lu Xian Sword in his hand remained unwavering. Long Yan’s eyes reddened—if his sword struck first, this battle would be his victory.

"Kid, this fight feels somewhat like battling against myself."

Despite his light-hearted words, the Old Madman’s gaze grew increasingly solemn. He knew that if he continued underestimating this young man, defeat was not impossible.

The sound of breaking resounded through the air as the Old Madman shattered the frost binding his greatsword to the ground purely through brute force. Ultimately, Long Yan was a moment too late, and the Lu Xian Sword was firmly blocked by the greatsword in the Old Madman’s right hand.

Now, with one foot on the left greatsword, Long Yan’s posture resembled flight. His right hand holding the Lu Xian Sword stabbed the right greatsword’s stone-like blade directly. At this critical moment, the Old Madman managed to block Long Yan’s determined strike.

The greatsword suddenly spewed out a violent surge of True Qi. Long Yan flipped away, landing beside Qing Yan. Despite the failure of his seemingly certain strike, Long Yan wasn’t disheartened—at least he had tested the enemy’s capabilities. He realized it was perfectly feasible for him and Qing Yan together to keep the madman occupied.

The deafening sounds of their battle roused three sleeping individuals, who woke to the sight of the three figures locked in confrontation. They were left speechless, especially upon seeing the massive gorge left on the ground, which sent chills down everyone’s spines.

"It seems everyone’s awake now. Let me introduce myself—I’ve forgotten my real name, but they all call me the Old Madman. Although I’m not mad at all."

The Old Madman laughed merrily as he spoke. Despite the seemingly upbeat tone, his haggard face filled the group with chilling unease. The five of them could do nothing but listen to his rambling until, suddenly, the Old Madman appeared to remember something. He raised the greatswords in his left and right hands.

"Let me introduce you—these are my swords. The one in my left hand is called Frenzy, and the one in my right hand is called Chaos."

The Old Madman spoke as if oblivious to their reactions, conversing with his greatswords in a bizarrely humorous manner. Yet, clearly, none of them dared provoke him. If he were a regular madman, they might dismiss him. But facing a powerful and murderous Old Madman who smiled so unsettlingly, they were at a loss for words.

Long Yan, however, keenly noticed faint traces of blood seeping from the chain binding Chaos to the Old Madman’s right hand. Evidently, their sequence of attacks had inflicted some harm—it was not wholly ineffective.

Unable to suppress himself further, Long Yan stepped forward. Even knowing that communication with the Old Madman was likely futile, he resolved to press on and speak. freēwēbnovel.com

"Senior, what brings you here in the dead of night? What is it that you want?"

Hearing Long Yan’s question, the Old Madman paused, then turned his head. His face still bore that eerie grin, but the words he uttered made everyone shudder.

"I came here looking for my apprentice. But my apprentice is nowhere to be found, so I might as well kill all of you!"

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