The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron

Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Fire Overcomes Ice Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Fire Overcomes Ice Ling Family, Ancestral Mansion.

A huge projection stood above the Ling Family Ancestral Mansion, allowing many Ling family disciples to see it.

The figures locked within the projection were none other than Fang Lin and that man from the Ling Family.

“Who would have thought that Uncle Zhongyang’s opponent would turn out to be that Fang Lin!”

“This man has repeatedly insulted our Ling Family, Uncle Zhongyang will surely teach him a harsh lesson!”

“That’s a given! Whenever Fang Lin encounters someone from our Ling Family, it’s his bad luck!”

“Best if he’s utterly humiliated!”

“Insult our Ling Family and you must pay the price!”

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Aside from these ordinary disciples, many high-ranking members of the Ling Family were also paying attention to this battle. Ling Zhongyang was among the middle-aged generation of the Ling Family, not yet forty years old, with his cultivation approaching the Spirit Bone realm. In recent years, he was expected to step into that realm.

During this Tournament of Talents from the Nine Countries, Ling Zhongyang had performed exceptionally well, now ranking within the top two hundred on the Talent List.

And now, on the last day of the second stage of the Tournament of Talents, Ling Zhongyang had encountered Fang Lin, whom the Ling Family had long wanted to eliminate, drawing the intense interest of the entire Ling Family.

Without a doubt, the Ling Family members all wanted to see Fang Lin be decisively beaten by Ling Zhongyang. They wanted even more to see Fang Lin trampled under Zhongyang’s feet, as that would give the Ling Family members a sense of satisfaction.

“Facing Zhongyang, this child is bound to be defeated!” a high-ranking member of the Ling Family coldly commented as he watched the projection.

“It’s a pity that you can’t take a life in the Tournament of Talents, otherwise we would certainly have Zhongyang kill this child,” another elder of the Ling Family remarked.

“There are plenty of opportunities. This time, let Zhongyang dampen his spirit and let him realize the prowess of our Ling Family’s experts.”

“Exactly. Once the Tournament of Talent winds down, it’s about time we deployed some of our Ling Family’s methods.”

“It’d be best if this child knows his place and comes to our Ling Family’s ancestral mansion to kowtow and admit his wrongs, otherwise, he will not be spared.”

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Inside the North Town Hall, many Pill Refiners were also paying attention to this battle involving Fang Lin.

“This person seems to be Ling Zhongyang, one of the top fighters of the Ling Family’s middle-aged generation!” Elder Feng furrowed his brow as he spoke.

“Indeed, it is Zhongyang. Unexpectedly, he has come face to face with Fang Lin,” Elder Yao said with a somber tone.

“Fang Lin has won many consecutive matches, undefeated so far. I wonder if Zhongyang can stop his winning streak.”

“That would be difficult, Fang Lin is too strong.”

“Heh, Zhongyang is a top fighter of the Ling Family’s middle-aged generation, already nearing the Spirit Bone realm. Fang Lin can’t possibly be his match.”

“Truthfully, winning or losing doesn’t matter much. Fang Lin can surely move on to the next round of the Tournament of Talent.”

“You can’t really say that. Losing to others is fine, but if he loses to someone from the Ling Family, it takes on a different significance.”

“Indeed, the Ling Family and Fang Lin are mortal enemies. If Fang Lin loses to someone from the Ling Family, it’s as if he has lost to the entire Ling Family.”

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The many Pill Refiners within the North Town Hall were abuzz with discussions, with many from the Alchemy Tao aristocratic families favoring Zhongyang. However, they did not dare to openly declare that Fang Lin would surely lose because they all knew who was the true master of the North Town Hall. There were some things that should not be carelessly spoken.

Meanwhile, a fair number of Pill Refiners favored Fang Lin, believing he could defeat Zhongyang and achieve a perfect string of victories.

Only Puppet Hall Master Wu Zhong wore an indifferent expression, merely watching the projection coldly, seemingly unconcerned about the outcome between Fang Lin and Zhongyang.

In a separate space, Fang Lin took out the Ancient Lamp of Flame God, and without a word, he hastily activated it.

Boom!

Billowing flames spread out, the scorching breath immediately driving away the chill that filled the entire isolated space.

Ling Zhongyang’s face changed dramatically. The martial arts he practiced were exceedingly treacherous, with his body’s chill being his strongest method, but what he feared most was also flame.

The flames of The Ancient Lamp of Flame God were Earth Core Fire, incomparably blazing hot, and his greatest nemesis.

Even without the flames touching his body, they made Ling Zhongyang extremely uncomfortable, as if his chill was being melted away.

Ling Zhongyang’s expression turned ugly, and he immediately urged the chill within his body, trying to resist the sweeping flames.

But in the next moment, Ling Zhongyang’s face grew even more unsightly. His chill had no effect whatsoever and couldn’t stop the flames at all, completely suppressed by them.

This incident caused Ling Zhongyang to panic immediately, and he hurriedly slapped the Nine Palace Bag.

A crystal-clear longsword appeared in Ling Zhongyang’s hand, carved as if from ice, and surrounded by a particularly astonishing chill.

“Cold Sword Spell!” Ling Zhongyang bellowed, and as he swung the sword, he executed his secret technique.

An icy, bone-chilling Sword Qi constantly surged forth, turning the entire isolated space into a world of ice and snow.

This chill was enough to freeze any martial artist with Spirit Vein.

The Sword Qi erupted, colliding with the flames released by The Ancient Lamp of Flame God.

This was a true showdown of ice and fire!

Ling Zhongyang gripped the ice sword, beads of sweat the size of soybeans kept oozing out, and his heart was filled with endless frustrations.

Fang Lin’s mouth curved into a smile, his eyes carrying a hint of mockery.

If his opponent weren’t from the Ling Family, he might not have used The Ancient Lamp of Flame God so quickly, preferring to test himself first. Only if he really couldn’t manage would he use The Ancient Lamp of Flame God.

But when dealing with the people of the Ling Family, there wasn’t such ceremoniousness. He would bring the fight as fiercely as possible, with no pretense at all.

Thus, Fang Lin immediately used The Ancient Lamp of Flame God from the start, not wishing to waste time with Ling Zhongyang.

The Ancient Lamp of Flame God also happened to be the perfect tool to restrain Ling Zhongyang, and the effect was surprisingly good.

At this moment, even though Ling Zhongyang might have been able to resist temporarily, he gradually became overwhelmed. The power of The Ancient Lamp of Flame God was too terrible to be withstood by his mere ninth layer of Spirit Vein cultivation for long.

“After I defeat you, the second phase will end perfectly for me,” Fang Lin said with a grin.

Fang Lin’s words revealed a terrifying message that shook Ling Zhongyang to the core.

“End perfectly? What does he mean? Only a continuous victory could be called a perfect ending. Does it mean he hasn’t lost throughout the second phase, always winning? How is that possible?” Ling Zhongyang’s mind shook, his reason telling him it simply couldn’t be.

But looking at Fang Lin’s expression, it didn’t look like he was boasting.

“With your strength, a winning streak is impossible! You’re spouting nonsense!” Ling Zhongyang roared, totally in disbelief.

Fang Lin sneered, “Haven’t you seen the treasure in my hand? Is a winning streak that difficult?”

At these words, Ling Zhongyang was suddenly taken aback. Yes, with such a formidable treasure in Fang Lin’s possession, a winning streak seemed perfectly reasonable.

Crack, crack!

The sound of fracturing suddenly arose, and Ling Zhongyang’s heart sank. Upon closer inspection, his ice sword had begun to show cracks.

Seeing this, Fang Lin once again dripped in blood essence, and the power of The Ancient Lamp of Flame God surged, turning the whole isolated space into a sea of fire.

Ling Zhongyang’s sword finally couldn’t hold on and shattered. Following that, Ling Zhongyang himself was completely engulfed by the flames.

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