The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 864 - Another Wager

Chapter 864: Chapter 864: Another Wager

Chapter 864 -864: Another Wager

“A spar, you say? I’m quite interested,” Long Zhiming said, his gaze shifting toward Fang Lin.

Before Fang Lin could reply, Dugu Nian stepped in front of him, speaking earnestly, “He already said he likes women; stop hitting on him.”

Everyone was taken aback, and Long Zhiming looked embarrassed, his face a picture of amusement.

Fang Lin’s mouth twitched, wishing he could smack Dugu Nian straight into the ground. How could she embarrass him like this? Was the girl lacking some brains?

“If you want to spar, I’ll take you on and show you just how formidable I am,” Dugu Nian declared with pride, seemingly oblivious to the suppressed laughter in the crowd.

Long Zhiming snorted. “You’re no match for me.”

Upon hearing this, Dugu Nian’s pride was wounded, and with a wave of her hand, a zither appeared before her.

“Dare to underestimate me? Believe it or not, I’ll play you to death,” Dugu Nian said, glaring at Long Zhiming.

Play Long Zhiming to death? Such bold words, indeed. While Dugu Nian had acquired a mysterious martial arts inheritance in that final temple, producing captivating, eerie zither music, what kind of person was Long Zhiming? Even if Dugu Nian’s strength had surged, she was no match for him—at different levels entirely.

“What’s the matter? Are you scared? If you’re scared, just say it. I won’t laugh at you,” Dugu Nian taunted, employing a rather lame attempt at provocation that left the crowd speechless—if Long Zhiming was swayed by such tactics, he wouldn’t be the top young martial arts prodigy of the Long Family.

Long Zhiming’s face was expressionless, his brow slightly furrowed, showing a hint of impatience.

“Fang Lin, you took a punch from me before, and I acknowledge your strength. Now, I’m giving you a chance to challenge me,” Long Zhiming said to Fang Lin, outright ignoring Dugu Nian.

Fang Lin curled his lip. “I’m not interested.”

At this, Long Zhiming’s eyes narrowed—the response seemingly took him by surprise.

“Fang Lin, could it be you’re afraid of Brother Long and dare not cross hands with him?” Ling Zhongri stirred the pot from the side.

Fang Lin immediately looked at Ling Zhongri with disdain, scoffing, “If you’re so capable and like to make idle commentary, why not come and have a go with me?”

Of course, Ling Zhongri would not face Fang Lin in combat, going so far as to actively avoid him. Nevertheless, he sneered, “Fang Lin, it’s not me who wants to spar with you. Brother Long wants to. As a martial artist, you’re avoiding the fight, lacking the courage to battle. I fear that might make you look like a coward.”

“Indeed, as a martial artist, how can you be afraid to confront a challenge.”

“I think Fang Lin is definitely scared.”

“How could he not be? He’s nowhere near Long Zhiming.”

…

Within the crowd, several mocking voices emerged, seemingly taking pleasure in ridiculing Fang Lin, their voices elusive and hard to pinpoint.

Elder Huang harrumphed deeply, his authority permeating the air, and those voices quickly dissipated.

Dugu Nian glared viciously at Ling Zhongri and cursed without restraint, “You finished piece of trash, can you only spout useless drivel? If you have the guts, fight me and see if I don’t beat your brains out.”

Before his words fell, the zither in front of Dugu Nian acted on its own, with one of the strings transforming into a blade-like note, heading straight for Ling Zhongri.

Ling Zhongri’s face turned ugly as he tried to counter, but the zither note was incredibly sharp, and his hasty defense failed to block it completely.

Ling Zhongri staggered backward, fresh blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his face showing signs of shock.

“Presumptuous,” Elder Huang scolded, not out of anger but as a warning to Dugu Nian not to take any more impulsive actions.

Dugu Nian snorted disdainfully at Ling Zhongri, “You’re really too weak. I haven’t even made a real move, and you’re already spitting blood.”

Ling Zhongri’s expression was extremely unsightly, contorted with rage, wishing he could rush forward and fight Dugu Nian to the death.

Long Zhiming also looked at Ling Zhongri with distaste; such a figure as he could easily discern the provocation in Ling Zhongri’s words.

Who Long Zhiming chose to duel was not something that could be influenced or forced by others, and Ling Zhongri’s actions had greatly put him off.

“You’ve said far too much,” Long Zhiming said to Ling Zhongri indifferently. Though his tone was calm, his implied meaning was clear.

Ling Zhongri felt a shiver in his heart and hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to make eye contact with Long Zhiming.

He dared to oppose Fang Lin, but absolutely did not dare to cross Long Zhiming, for they were not on the same level. If Long Zhiming wanted to deal with him, Ling Zhongri, it wouldn’t take much effort at all.

Moreover, with the strongest Alchemy Tao Long Family behind him, whose foundation was incredibly deep, Ling Zhongri’s Ling Family, although also an Alchemy Tao noble family and currently thriving, still fell short compared to the Long Family.

Furthermore, the Ling Family’s relationship with the Long Family was currently quite good, needing to curry favor with them. If Ling Zhongri angered Long Zhiming, he might very well affect the Ling Family’s development plans.

Long Zhiming withdrew his gaze; he truly did not deign to waste many words on someone like Ling Zhongri.

But Dugu Nian had surprised Long Zhiming; just a single zither note had injured Ling Zhongri, a Spirit Vein Martial Artist. Such ability was no small feat.

“What are you looking at? Do you want to experience my skills as well?” Dugu Nian said with a proud face, seemingly excited and very much looking forward to giving Long Zhiming a taste of her power.

Long Zhiming’s expression remained indifferent, “Your zither notes cannot harm me as of now.”

Dugu Nian, upon hearing this, was somewhat displeased, and as she was about to speak, Fang Lin pulled her aside.

“Since so many people want to see me duel you, I can’t let them down. However, since it’s a sparring match, we should stop at the right moment, like before. How about the ‘One-Punch Pledge’?” Fang Lin proposed.

Many people showed surprise, not expecting Fang Lin to actually accept the challenge.

“Fine! It shall be one punch. But this time, each of us will throw one punch, and the outcome will be entirely based on our own strength,” Long Zhiming replied without hesitation, his eyes showing a glint of anticipation.

Fang Lin’s lips curled into a faint smile, though his face remained somewhat shy, “Then that… since it’s a ‘One-Punch Pledge’, let’s add a wager to it.”

Long Zhiming was taken aback, as was everyone else present, and then they looked at Fang Lin with strange expressions, their eyes incredibly complex.

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Fang Lin touched his nose but didn’t feel much embarrassment as he said, “Last time, you lost a Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear to me. Since we’re going to spar, then you should put up another treasure as the stake. If you win, you can give me the treasure, but if I lose, I’ll return the Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear to you.”