Swordsman the Wanderer
Ch. 501 - Preliminary Round
"Everyone participating in the competition, please stand according to the number given to kaian!” On the host stage, Chu Ping stepped forward, instructing in a loud voice.
This competition was overseen by Chu Ping directly. Upon Chu Ping's instructions, all the participants moved to the numbered spots provided to them in the square.
After which, the entire square once again became quiet.
Seeing that all the participants had found their place, Chu Ping spoke, “I will first talk about the rules. Just like before, the competition is divided into two stages, the preliminary round and the final round.”
Then proceed to explain the rules of the preliminary and final rounds.
In the preliminaries round, the Alchemist Association would provide and provide all the participants with ordinary furnaces and the participants were required to concoct high grade god level spirit pills. In addition, the Association also prepared potion ingredients of the same quality required by each participant. To pass the initial stage, they were asked to make a pill within three hours.
When the participants heard the rules of the early stages of the preliminary round, many of them paled.
Refining a high grade god pill was not difficult, however, with the time limit set in just three hours, the chances of success in pul refining were greatly reduced. In addition, all participants noticed that the furnaces provided were of the lowest grade, sold by the antique dealers on the streets. Not only that, the ingredients provided are the same.
Using ordinary furnaces and potion ingredients to refine a high-grade god Pill in three hours, even a high-level Alchemist Grandmaster expert did not dare to guarantee their success!
After Chu Ping finished announcing the rules of the preliminary and final round, the furnace and materials had been placed in front of all the participants.
"The competition is now starting!" Chu Ping shouted in a thunderous voice.
As soon as Chu Ping's voice rang out, in the square in the place of each participant, the flame danced as the participants each moved.
In his place, Zhang En remained standing, regulating his breathing and calming himself down.
Suddenly, a loud voice echoed from another direction. Zhang En turned to look and saw many star-like balls of light hovering around Ming Zhi's body. Between the movements of his hands, these star-like balls of light exploded in the air one after another, causing light particles to flow around him, forming a ring that sucked all the potions.
"War Horse Technique ?!" Another loud cry sounded. As the hand of the Phoenix Sect disciple, Liu Fang moved, the airflow around him howled furiously, as if there were a million soldiers on horseback rushing forward to attack.
The fingers on the hand next to Liu Fang fluttered in the air, as if he was playing a zither. With each movement of his finger, all the herbs in front of him were constantly flying in the air.
Zhang En's eyes twinkled as he watched everything that was happening around him. Then, his hand also moved as he began refining the pill.
Not wanting to attract attention, Zhang En chose to use the dragon falling purification technique because among the many alchemy refining techniques he mastered, this technique was the most ordinary.
When Zhang En's hand started to move, using the dragon's moving technique falling down, it still caught the attention of the crowd, causing the sound of exclamations to be heard.
From the very beginning, Zhang En was the focal point for many people because of his identity, so even if Zhang En wanted to remain uncaring. Moreover, even though the Fallen Dragon Movement Technique technique was only ordinary in Zhang En's eyes, to everyone present around the crowd watching, it was, in the eyes of the mwreka it was a long-lost high-level alchemy technique belonging to the ancient Dragon Clan.
Hearing the loud cries of the crowd, Ming Zhi could not help but look towards Zhang En.
Liu Fang, Xi Zhen and several other old experts who were participating in the party revealed various expressions while watching Zhang En's Refining Technique.
Zhang En ignored the reactions around him, focusing on the potion in front of him. Both of his hands kept moving. The potion that had been shaped into a Dragon potion meandered in the air, emitting a mixture of herbal scents as he purified the impurities contained within.
A short while later, the potion potion flew into the furnace and Zhang En summoned the demonic dragon fire from his body, but the crowd was dumbfounded in the next second watching Zhang En slam his fist into the furnace!
THE BAMMM!!!
This action shocked and puzzled those watching, no one could guess what Zhang En would do.
All the potions inside the furnace might explode into dust as a result of Zhang En's fist. Everyone had never heard of anyone refining pills using this method!
Even the elders of the Alchemist Grandmaster Association were shocked as well. Only Master Kun and Chen Ye showed calm expressions.
After the first blow, Zhang En again landed a second strike on the furnace.
BAMMMM!!! 30X
Before everyone's mouths gaped, Zhang En had made thirty consecutive strikes on his limbs and echoed in the square.
Although the dodging sound was not loud, all the other participants looked towards Zhang En. Some of them even sneered in an insulting tone.
To them, Zhang En looked more like he was forging steel plates than refining pills.
“That boy, is he thinking of fixing the furnace because his power is too low? To slightly improve the quality of the furnace?” Standing behind Long Qin, the eldest disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Long Hu sneered.
But Long Qin did not respond, his eyes sparkling as he continued to watch. Even though he did not know what Zhang En was aiming for, he knew that every punch of Zhang En contained something mysterious. Moreover, each attack was carried out with the exact same force.
Zhang En is currently in serious mode and not messing around. His thirty blows were used to shake the properties of each potion within the furnace until they were well integrated. After which, the potion inside the furnace was divided evenly into thirty parts.
Time gradually passed, and soon half an hour passed.
Suddenly, the sound of an exploding furnace rang out in the square, emanating from the front of the square. The participant's furnace exploded in the middle of refining, black smoke escaping from the furnace mouth.
This was a sign of their failed pill refining process!
A moment later, another similar sound rippled through the air.
As time went by, the sound of the furnace exploding sounded like tidal waves, one after another. In just one hour, more than eight thousand participants had been disqualified and half were deemed to have failed.