The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 866 - The Ultimate Confrontation
Chapter 866: Chapter 866: The Ultimate Confrontation
Chapter 866 -866: The Ultimate Confrontation
“Very good!” Long Zhiming revealed a faint smile and was not angered by Fang Lin’s words; on the contrary, he looked even more forward to Fang Lin’s strength.
The two stood facing each other, separated by only a few dozen steps. The surrounding crowd held their breath and dared not even blink, fearing that a single blink would cause them to miss an intense exchange.
Dugu Nian looked at Fang Lin; it appeared she had full confidence in him, but her palms were drenched in sweat, worried for Fang Lin.
“He must not lose! He must not lose!” Dugu Nian said to herself over and over, her eyes unblinking as she stared at the two in the center of the field.
The two were fixedly staring at each other, Fang Lin’s eyes extremely calm. Yet within that calmness seemed to hide a chilling sharpness.
A pride was plainly visible in Long Zhiming’s eyes, with a faint glimmer of golden light surging deep within them, as if a terrifying power was concealed within Long Zhiming’s gaze.
The atmosphere, with the confrontation of the two, also became increasingly somber. The people who had retreated far could feel an extraordinary aura, which involuntarily inspired awe in them.
“Haven’t they even started fighting, and they’re already clashing?” someone thought to themselves, not daring to make any noise.
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It was clear to the keen observer that although neither had yet to make a move, they had begun the battle of auras. Whose aura was stronger would have the advantage when the fight began.
To many people’s surprise, Fang Lin’s aura didn’t lose out to Long Zhiming by much. Even if he was at a disadvantage, he could still contend with him and not be suppressed.
It was known that there was a very clear difference in the level of their abilities, a gap not easily bridged.
Generally speaking, with such a gap, it would not be easy for Fang Lin to prevent being dominated by Long Zhiming’s aura, indicating that Fang Lin’s own strength was also very formidable.
Long Zhiming, as stable as a mountain, exuded an astounding presence, continually bombarding Fang Lin.
Fang Lin, on the other hand, stood like a giant pillar that steadied the sea; though the sea was mighty and the waves fierce, he remained steadfast and unmovable, standing tall within the ocean.
At that moment, Long Zhiming was like the tempestuous sea in a violent storm, while Fang Lin was like the Sea Fixing Divine Pillar unyieldingly standing within it. Their confrontation was not only deadly but fiercely intense.
Elder Huang watched the two, inwardly admiring them both. Whether it was Long Zhiming or Fang Lin, each commanded his respect. These two men were truly the dragons among humans, destined for great achievements should they not fall.
But comparatively, Elder Huang also favored Long Zhiming a bit more.
The reason was simple: Long Zhiming seemed like a born ruler, whereas Fang Lin, in contrast, seemed a bit weaker in an intangible way.
All at once, the aura of both changed, and the clash happened in that instant.
The crowd didn’t expect the exchange between Fang Lin and Long Zhiming to be so abrupt, many unable to react in time.
Boom!!!
Fang Lin threw his punch, displaying the full Kylin’s Might. The ancient Kylin Phantom appeared, merging with him, and Fang Lin’s own immense physical strength condensed.
As mighty as a dragon! As noble as a phoenix!
The dragon and phoenix formed from his physical strength intertwined with his Kylin Fist, making the already powerful strike even more formidable and difficult to withstand.
This was Fang Lin’s strongest punch, where he exerted the full power of the Demon Bone and used all of his physical strength.
With this punch, Fang Lin was confident he could defeat any opponent at the Spirit Vein realm. It was no exaggeration to say it could shake the Spirit Bone.
But even so, facing Long Zhiming, Fang Lin did not have the confidence of a guaranteed victory with this punch.
Because the latter was also exceptionally strong.
Long Zhiming punched out, with tremendous force. At first glance, it seemed as if mountains and rivers were materializing behind him. The power of this punch seemed to have gathered the essence of the earth’s landscapes, exploding at one point with a thunderous impact.
“So powerful!” Even Elder Huang couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration upon seeing Long Zhiming’s punch.
Their fists collided almost simultaneously, in the blink of an eye.
This clash was like that of heaven and earth, akin to the ultimate conflict between water and fire.
The wildly uncontrollable aura swept in all directions. Such an aura could injure many Spirit Vein Martial Artists.
Elder Huang acted swiftly, immediately releasing his Inner Strength to envelop the aura from the clash, preventing it from affecting other people present.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!
The entire Wuji Battle Temple seemed to tremble as if it might collapse at any moment.
But nobody worried that the Wuji Battle Temple would actually collapse because the temple was protected by a very strong array, impervious even to the efforts of Spirit Bone experts.
“Who won the fight?”
“Who emerged victorious?”
“Long Zhiming’s fist is too powerful, Fang Lin can’t block it!”
“Not necessarily, Fang Lin’s fist was also terrifying!”
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Everyone stretched their necks and widened their eyes, looking into the arena, eager to see what the situation inside was like.
When the aura dispersed, the condition of the two fighters was revealed to all those watching.
Hiss!
Seeing the state of Fang Lin and Long Zhiming, everyone gasped in shock and disbelief.
Fang Lin had blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his right fist was a blurred mess, even the white of his bones visible.
Long Zhiming wasn’t faring much better, his left arm twisted in a clear sign of broken bones, his face deathly pale, his hair disheveled and his appearance quite wretched.
The clash between the two resulted in serious injuries for both, and it was difficult to tell who was more severely wounded at the moment.
“So, who won?” someone asked, puzzled.
Immediately, someone dissatisfied spoke up, “Of course, Long Zhiming won. He didn’t vomit blood, but Fang Lin did.”
“But Long Zhiming’s hand is also badly injured; that can’t count as a win, right?”
“Long Zhiming should be considered stronger. Fang Lin’s injuries are probably more serious than they look.”
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Many people voiced their opinions, but the two fighters in the center were simply staring at each other, neither speaking.
Elder Huang’s eyes were filled with gravity; he looked at Fang Lin, then at Long Zhiming, and sighed softly.
“You two, let’s call this one a draw,” Elder Huang declared.
However, this result was difficult for many onlookers to accept, especially the members of the Long Family, who shook their heads in disagreement.
“Why call it a draw? Brother Zhiming clearly had the upper hand,” Long Xunhai was the first to protest.
Unexpectedly, Long Zhiming shouted, “Shut up!”
Long Xunhai immediately fell silent, and the Long Family members were all taken aback. Why had Long Zhiming suddenly become angry?
Could it be…
