Chapter 888 - 888 888 Advancing All the Way

Chapter 888: Chapter 888: Advancing All the Way Chapter 888: Chapter 888: Advancing All the Way The youngest genius alchemist on the Mainland.

Such a prestigious name, such a title, was coveted by countless genius alchemists.

Wang Jiuzhong’s words ignited the fighting spirit of these genius alchemists, making each of them boil with enthusiasm.

“The title of the youngest genius alchemist on the Mainland will definitely be mine!”

“It will be mine! Just you watch! I’ll show you what I’m capable of!”

“Hmph! As if we would lose to you!”

The genius alchemists were vying for first place, full of fiery competitiveness, and they had started bickering even before the contest began.

“Silence!” Xing Yi’s sudden shout startled the alchemists into silence.

Wang Jiuzhong then announced, “The alchemy competition begins now, proceed to enter based on your assigned numbers.”

The genius alchemists made their appearances one by one, full of confidence as if they all believed they could win first place.

These performances of the genius alchemists prompted nods of approval from Wang Jiuzhong and others; although some were arrogant, at least their passion and spirit for alchemy were evident.

At once, three thousand participants entered, each with their respective black and white numbers, ranging from one to three thousand; out of these, only one thousand five hundred could advance.

Among these three thousand, there was the figure of Feng Wuchen.

The numbers were drawn randomly; if a Third-grade Alchemist drew the number of a Sixth Rank Alchemist, it was simply bad luck.

However, that did not necessarily mean defeat because there was only one chance in the alchemy challenge.

For instance, if a Third-grade Alchemist succeeded in producing an elixir while the Sixth Grade Alchemist failed, then the Third-grade Alchemist would advance.

If the levels of both competitors were comparable, then the strength of the elixir’s essence and its effects would be considered.

Therefore, whether for a Third-grade, Sixth Grade, or even Seventh-Grade Alchemist, the pressure was substantial.

If one were unfortunate and lost to an alchemist of a lower rank, wouldn’t that be humiliating?

Since it was just a qualifying round, some clever alchemists chose elixirs they were skilled at making, as long as they could smoothly advance.

With the start of the competition, the entire audience fell silent, all eyes fixed on the alchemists in the arena.

Feng Wuchen’s opponent was merely a Fourth Rank Alchemist, posing no pressure at all.

“Who exactly is this person? Even Tianxianzi and Wang Jiuzhong don’t seem to recognize him,” Feng Wuchen pondered quietly as he scrutinized the mysterious young man.

With such a formidable alchemy talent, he should have already been famous across the Mainland, yet no one recognized him, which puzzled Feng Wuchen.

Wang Jiuzhong, Tianxianzi, and powerful alchemists like Han Kun were also looking at the mysterious man with curiosity.

“This kid is not simple at all, possessing the realm of a Seventh-Grade Alchemist. I wonder who has nurtured such a talent,” Tianxianzi remarked gravely, quite curious.

“His realm is the same as the Alliance Hierarch, indeed not simple, but never seen before,” Wang Jiuzhong shook his head.

“Could he be a genius from some mysterious major forces?” Han Kun speculated.

Hearing this, Wang Jiuzhong and Tianxianzi exchanged a shocked glance and then nodded in agreement.

Apart from a genius from a mysterious major force, they could think of no one else.

“Kid, you might as well give up; with your limited skills, you won’t beat me!” sneered a man in his late twenties on the field, disdainfully glancing at the young man opposite him.

The young man returned a cold gaze and scoffed, “At your age, to only be a Fourth Rank Alchemist, you have the audacity to participate in an alchemy competition with such mediocre talent.”

“Damn kid! How dare you underestimate me!” The man’s face twitched violently, with extreme ferocity.

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“Your alchemy technique is quite adept, it seems you’re not weak,” a young man proudly said.

“You’re not bad either, your soul power is much stronger than mine, but I will definitely beat you!” another young man confidently replied.

“Really? I don’t think so,” the aloof young man responded with equal confidence.

The alchemists on the field, full of fighting spirit, were alchemizing and bickering at the same time, the competition fiercely intense.

“Bang bang bang!”

In less than a quarter of an hour, the calm square started to experience the sounds of exploding furnaces, continuously one after another, with wisps of black lines emanating from the pill furnaces.

At the moment of the furnace explosion, they all knew, they had been completely eliminated, their mood plummeting to rock bottom.

Half an hour later, some had already successfully produced elixirs, and some powerful genius alchemists also successively crushed their opponents.

As time moved on, with round after round of fierce competition, Feng Wuchen crushed his opponents along the way, whether Fifth Grade or Sixth Grade, all were easily defeated, advancing smoothly without any pressure.

Everyone present was shocked by Feng Wuchen’s terrifying level of alchemy.

Yet no alchemist could discern Feng Wuchen’s specific realm of alchemy, only knowing that Feng Wuchen’s soul power was extremely potent.

People from the alliance excitedly cheered, the whole venue boiling.

Apart from Feng Wuchen, there were also quite a few Fifth Grade and Sixth Grade genius alchemists advancing all the way, directly reaching the end.

However, Feng Wuchen wasn’t too concerned with these people, what he cared about was the mysterious Seventh-Grade Alchemist.

After four hours of competition, out of tens of thousands of alchemists, only eight remained.

To stand out from tens of thousands of alchemists was extremely difficult.

The eight that advanced were Dragon God Palace’s Feng Wuchen and Ye Tianwei, Holy Soul Academy’s Li Mu Xi and Yang Yun Qing, Beixuan Sect’s sect master Xing Yun Tian, Xingyun Sect’s senior disciple Mo Tian He, Immortal Tool Pavilion’s genius alchemist Leng Mu Yun, and the last was the mysterious man, Tian Gu.

“Alliance Hierarch, Tian Gu’s soul power is extremely strong. Who exactly is he?” Leng Mu Yun curiously asked.

Feng Wuchen shook his head, “I don’t know either; just be very careful if you face him.”

Xing Yun Tian frowned, “This guy is ruthless. In the alchemy contest, he directly uses his soul power to severely injure his opponents, not giving them a chance to alchemize.”

“If I face him, I’ll just forfeit. I can’t beat him anyway,” Ye Tianwei said, as forfeiting was the wise choice.

The next round was the top eight advancing to the top four.

As Wang Jiuzhong spoke, the eight including Feng Wuchen entered the arena.

“Feng Wuchen, I hope you don’t disappoint me. It’s best if you don’t draw me, otherwise you won’t even make the top three.” As he stepped onto the square, Tian Gu suddenly spoke to Feng Wuchen, the corners of his mouth curling into a derisive cold smirk.

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen asked, “Who are you?”

“Beat me and then I’ll tell you,” Tian Gu proudly said, appearing dismissive of everyone.

“The Alliance Hierarch will beat you easily, don’t think too highly of yourself,” Xing Yun Tian coldly said, disliking Tian Gu’s dismissive attitude.

“Oh? Really? We shall see,” Tian Gu shrugged, arrogant and contemptuous.

“Arrogant!” Ye Tianwei gritted his teeth in anger, truly wishing he could slap him away.

“Arrogant, because I can afford to be!” Tian Gu faintly coldly smirked, his attitude utterly arrogant.