Qin Changkong glanced at Sun Wenshan from the corner of his eye and said, “Good-for-nothings will always be good-for-nothings. Even if you drown your son in elixirs, he will remain a good-for-nothing.”
Sun Wenshan's eyebrows furiously shot up. While he acknowledged that his son, Sun Youwei, was useless, having his arch-nemesis, Qin Changkong, say it to his face felt like a violent slap.
Sun Wenshan shot up to his feet, looked at Qin Changkong furiously, and said, “Qin Changkong, do you dare make a bet with me?”
“What are we betting?”
“We’ll bet on this match and see who wins. How about it?” Sun Wenshan said viciously, his expression looking somewhat savage.
“If my son wins, you’ll give me your Realm Breaking Pill, and if Chen Fan wins, I’ll give you my Bone Spirit Flame. Isn’t your daughter Qin Yao an alchemy apprentice? After using the Bone Spirit Flame, she’ll have an eighty percent chance of becoming an Alchemist. Do you dare to bet with me?”
Qin Changkong hesitated for a moment.
He was sure that Sun Youwei was undoubtedly a good-for-nothing. However, Sun Wenshan's confident challenge made him uncertain about the situation.
He could tell Chen Fan had broken through to the sixth level.
However, Chen Fan’s reputation used to be worse than Sun Youwei’s, not to mention he had just broken through. He was worried Chen Fan’s cultivation was still unstable, and he might not be a match for Sun Youwei.
Qin Changkong had gotten the Realm Breaking Pill for Qin Yao. If she consumed the pill after advancing to Qi Grandmaster, her chances of advancing to the Yuanfu realm would increase by an additional 60%.
Sun Wenshan had proposed this bet because he had long coveted Qin Changkong's Realm Breaking Pill. If he could get his hands on it, Sun Wenshan would have a very high chance of breaking through to the Yuanfu realm.
However, Sun Wenshan’s offer was also very tempting.
The Bone Spirit Flame was a type of primeval flame, something that carried the essence of heaven and earth.
Qin Yao had extraordinary talents in the path of alchemy. If she could fuse the Bone Spirit Flame with herself, she would have a chance to become a true Alchemist capable of refining pills.
Moreover, Alchemists with a primeval flame went further in the path of alchemy in the future, perhaps even becoming a Grandmaster Alchemist, an existence respected by many.
“How about it? You don’t dare to?” Sun Wenshan smiled coldly, a hint of mockery on his face.
He wanted to taunt Qin Changkong into agreeing to the bet because his son was sure to win this match.
“Agree to it, Uncle Qin!” interjected a voice abruptly.
Although it was incredibly noisy in the plaza, Chen Fan had overheard Qin Changkong and Sun Wenshan’s argument. This was the perfect opportunity for him to help Qin Yao win the Bone Spirit Flame.
He wouldn’t lose anyway.
Hearing this voice, Qin Changkong looked over and met Chen Fan’s calm gaze.
“Haha, Qin Changkong, even Chen Fan is telling you to agree. Do you still not dare to? And you said that my son is a good-for-nothing. Looks like you’re all talk. Where do you find the audacity to say something like that?”
Sun Wenshan acted incomparably arrogant, mocking Qin Changkong without holding back.
“Fine, I’ll accept your bet!”
Qin Changkong was feeling very frustrated inside being mocked . Since Chen Fan seemed confident about this, he might as well agree to the bet.
If he lost, it would only be the loss of a Realm Breaking Pill, which, although valuable, would not leave him feeling disheartened.
Moreover, with Qin Yao’s talent, she could break through to the Yuanfu realm without a Realm Breaking Pill. It was only a matter of time.
“Haha, good! Grand Elder, please act as a witness for us in case someone refuses to honor their end of the bet after losing!” Sun Wenshan laughed out loud as if he was guaranteed to win.
“Hmph, Sun Wenshan, don’t blame me for bullying the weak if you refuse to acknowledge your loss afterward.” Qin Changkong let out a cold harrumph and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
In the fighting arena:
“Trash, looks like you’re very confident of yourself,” Sun Youwei looked at Chen Fan with a smile, “But let me tell you how laughable your idea is. Although we are both at the sixth level, I broke through six months ago. My cultivation runs deep, and I can freely utilize my primeval qi. You can't match me. Furthermore...”
Pausing momentarily, Sun Youwei smiled triumphantly and tore open his shirt, revealing a soft armor made from the scales of a Blood-pupiled Black Python.
“I have to thank you for bringing this Blood-pupiled Black Python scaled leather out for sale. My father bought it and helped me refine it into this impenetrable yet soft and scaly armor capable of withstanding attacks from even seventh-level experts. What do you have to fight against me?”
The armor was made from the scaly leather Chen Fan had obtained from killing the Blood-pupiled Black Python. Its defensive powers were powerful; it was no wonder he was so confident.
“Haha, Qin Changkong, I’ll accept your Realm Breaking Pill.” After Sun Youwei revealed his trump card, Sun Wenshan finally burst out in laughter, looking incredibly smug.
Meanwhile, Qin Changkong’s face sank. The veins on his hand resting on the chair’s arm popped up, his back straightened, and he trembled slightly. Soon, he said coldly, “Well, very well, Sun Wenshan. You orchestrated this plan, making your son wear that impenetrable soft armor, rendering him invulnerable to attacks from anyone at the sixth level. Well done, indeed!!”
“No, no, it’s just that you, Qin Changkong, are too dumb,” Sun Wenshan mocked again.
“Trash, kneel and kowtow to me three times, then scram off the arena. I will spare you then. Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your survival. My fists don’t have any eyes, you see.” Sun Youwei said arrogantly, his arrogance reaching the heavens.
He acted like his soft armor could defend him against all attacks, making him invincible
Chen Fan remained calm, looking indifferently at the arrogant Sun Youwei. “So that’s what you’re relying on?”
“That’s right. Are you scared now? Kneel if you are, and do as I said. Otherwise, it’d be too late for regrets,” Sun Youwei said proudly.
Below the arena, many disciples were also snickering to themselves.
Sun Youwei was truly shameless to wear such armor. Even if he stood still and allowed Chen Fan to beat him up, it would likely be in vain.
It was too shameless!
Chen Fan hooked his finger, taunting.
Killing intent flashed in Sun Youwei’s eyes. His cultivation erupted as he said, “Trash, looks like you no longer want to walk on the path of life I offered. Then, let me send you along on the path of death. I shall make my move and grant your wish, ending this cheap life of yours. You being alive in this world serve no purpose aside from wasting air.”
As his words fell, his fingers violently grabbed at Chen Fan.
Immediately, qi gathered and shot out from his fingertips, forming a three-meter-long primeval qi hook that clawed at Chen Fan as if to rip out his heart. Sun Youwei looked cruel, not showing any mercy.
“Chen Fan, watch out!” Qin Changkong couldn’t help but yell from the observation gallery when he saw this scene unfold.
Chen Fan suddenly raised his head, his gaze incomparably sharp like a sword. He was like a lion rousing from its sleep as his cold voice rang out.
“You think wearing a turtle shell will keep you safe? One punch is all I need to kill you!”
Chen Fan shook as his words fell.
With a boom, his cultivation erupted. A ring of airwaves surged beneath his feet, forming a whirling vortex that howled as he unleashed a punch.
The force in his punch was like a dragon, making the air tremble and instantly shattering Sun Youwei’s qi claw. Like a ferocious tiger devouring its prey, it lunged at Sun Youwei, threatening to tear through his scaly armor.
Sun Youwei was astonished and subconsciously held out his hands to block, but that instantly broke his arms.
The fist collided with Sun Youwei, causing his soft armor to crumble under the immense force, emitting shattering noises. Fragments of the armor flew through the air, lacerating Sun Youwei's face.
As the full force of the punch erupted, Sun Youwei couldn't even utter a scream before he exploded, disintegrating into a mass of blood and flesh, accompanied by a crimson mist.
Chen Fan slowly retracted his fist, his primeval qi forming a barrier, protecting him from being tainted by Sun Youwei’s fresh blood.