LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
330. 10 FINALISTS.
Vicious Pill King suddenly covered his face. He took out eight silver needles hurriedly and stuck them in his head.
“Acupoint silver needle?”
Tan Wen Hong raised an eyebrow and smiled. The old man wanted to cover his hearing and avoid any distractions.
Why didn't you do it earlier? You really don't have to interfere because you're done.
But the Vicious Pill King lit a fire in his hand and put in the ingredients.
“Pil class 5, done!”
And another shout came, marking the 9th finalist. The rest worked hard too. It takes about three minutes at the latest.
The fastest is about half a minute.
Huh, this old fool is done!
Tan Wen Hong laughed coldly while the other alchemists grew even more excited.
This was their chance, perhaps the only one in their lives, to defeat the Vicious Pill King.
Suddenly, a blood arrow was spat out onto the flames and flames towered ten meters high, many times stronger than before.
In an instant, all materials were smoothed.
Tan Wen Hong narrowed his eyes,
This old man was very serious about entering the finals even to use his blood essence.
Too bad, even this can't make the pills in time.
Then another blood arrow was spat out and the Vicious Pill King rushed over making a mark despite the blood around his mouth.
In an instant, the blood turned into pill form and potions produced from refined ingredients went inside.
A shout later, the Vicious Pill King's flames grew even larger, and blood pills gleamed out while emitting dense energy.
Vicious Pill King took the pill and shouted, “Pil class 5, done!”
“Pil class 5, done!”
Xiao Ya looked at the two and came to the Vicious Pill King who finished first and nodded after examining the pill, “Pil of the low grade 5 Elder Yan finished. She's in the final.”
He was pulling the last silver needle when he heard it. Vicious Pill King sighed and swayed. But this did not remove the relief on his face.
From his pale face, Tan Wen Hong knew he was ruining his vitality. He may have qualified, but now he can't improve anymore …
“Since ten finalists have been decided, the rest will be eliminated!”
Not even looking at the alchemist pill that was finished up close after the Vicious Pill King, Xiao Ya shouted.
This caused an uproar, which was born of confusion, when one protested, “Isn't there supposed to be 20? Why only ten?”
Staring coldly at the speaker, Xiao Ya flatly explained, “I never said there would be 20. Coincidentally there are 20 top cauldrons prepared.”
His words made them ponder, making them realize their prejudices were wrong.
At the beginning of the meeting, the jury never mentioned how many would enter the final and just start the competition.
But, since there were top 20 places that stood out from the rest, they took it for granted.
Realizing their own mistakes, the alchemists sighed in regret, especially the second batch of ten.
They mistakenly assume that there is a lot of time and not giving everything away, wasting their chances.
None of them assumed that this was intentionally made by Drifting Flowers Edifice.
An alchemist who did not strive to reach the peak, was unfit to qualify.
Except of course, he was like Tan Wen Hong, with many skills in their arsenal.
After all, it is a universal practice to bend the rules and morals in any profession and let the strong in.
“Wait!”