The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron Chapter 998

Chapter 998: Chapter 997: The Melody Breaks the Sword Chapter 998: Chapter 997: The Melody Breaks the Sword Lu Shuihan was by no means mediocre; despite his arrogant and willful personality, he bore some true competence.

Facing Dugu Nian's unpredictable movement technique, Lu Shuihan suddenly slapped his forehead and opened his Spirit Eye.

But in the instant that his Spirit Eye opened, Dugu Nian's sword Qi had already abruptly appeared in front of him.

Lu Shuihan reacted extremely quickly, bursting forth with a sword move that was exceptionally fierce.

With a clang, the swords clashed. Lu Shuihan stood unyielding, while Dugu Nian revealed her silhouette, retreating a distance.

“Merely a Third Layer Spirit Vein, and you wish to cross swords with me? Ridiculously laughable!” Seeing this, a disdainful sneer spread across Lu Shuihan's face. In a swift motion, his longsword thrust directly toward Dugu Nian.

Dugu Nian let out a soft grunt, gripping her sword to meet the attack, as the two fiercely dueled.

Dugu Nian's footsteps trod an enigmatic path, her sword moves agile and graceful, but her opponent Lu Shuihan's moves were even more superior.

Every sword move Dugu Nian made seemed as if Lu Shuihan had anticipated it, completely countered by him.

After several exchanges, Dugu Nian gradually fell into a disadvantage, her sword moves completely suppressed by her opponent, unable to fully execute her techniques.

“Hehe, Ye, looks like I'm going to win this bet,” the Pingbei King chuckled from the VIP platform, mocking Ye Mengxian with a glance.

Ye Mengxian, calm and composed, didn't seem to mind and instead replied with a faint smile, “Prince, you are rejoicing too soon; the outcome is not yet decided.”

“Ye, with your discernment, do you really not see? The martial arts that Lu Shuihan is employing belong to the various Sword Tao sects of Tang Country. That young woman's sword moves are decent, but she's no match for Lu Shuihan,” the Pingbei King stated.

Ye Mengxian smiled lightly, “I can certainly see that, but even so, I still believe my disciple can win.”

“Oh? It seems you have great confidence in that young lady. She must have some ace up her sleeve that she is still hiding. I am looking forward to seeing it,” the Pingbei King said with a smile.

Fang Lin, observing the situation on the high platform, had no worries; he was confident Dugu Nian had hidden techniques yet to be revealed, and besides, she hadn't even used her zither, so she couldn't possibly lose so easily.

However, the others in Sea Moon City were shaking their heads, feeling Dugu Nian had no chance of winning anymore.

“Dugu Nian has good movement technique, but her sword moves are falling behind.”

“After all, Lu Shuihan is a genius of Tang Country; he has some real skill.”

“What a pity; I was actually hoping that Dugu Nian could win.”

“That Lu Shuihan is nothing but an arrogant rich young master; I've disliked him from the start!”

“Come on, Dugu Nian!”

Upon the high platform, Lu Shuihan, seeing that Dugu Nian was at a disadvantage but still managing to defend herself without exposing any flaws, couldn't help but change his sword move.

Hum!

A humming of the sword was heard as Lu Shuihan's hand slowed down.

And as Dugu Nian sought to take advantage of this to launch an attack, she didn't expect that her opponent's sword move would change again, swift to an astonishing degree.

In a rhythm of fast and slow, Lu Shuihan's continuous changes rendered his Sword Intent completely unfathomable to Dugu Nian. Forget finding an opportunity to counterattack; even preserving her own safety became quite difficult.

But just as Dugu Nian could hardly hold on, about to provide Lu Shuihan with an opportunity, a mysterious light flickered in her eyes.

Lu Shuihan's body shook, his consciousness seemingly frozen, as his figure immediately stiffened.

Seizing the moment, Dugu Nian's sword pierced into Lu Shuihan's body. Although it was not a vital spot, it still splattered blood.

This scene left many people unresponsive, some even rubbing their eyes, wondering if they were seeing things.

Although Lu Shuihan had a considerable advantage, his sword moves completely suppressing Dugu Nian, and was about to win, the situation suddenly changed drastically. It was now Dugu Nian who had the upper hand, even managing to injure Lu Shuihan.

“Pupil Skill!” However, there were many sharp-eyed observers who noticed that Dugu Nian must have used some kind of Pupil Skill that could temporarily confuse the mind, which allowed Lu Shuihan to expose a flaw and gave Dugu Nian the opportunity.

The moment Lu Shuihan was stabbed, he had already regained consciousness and was retreating continuously, feeling a mixture of annoyance and anger in his heart.

A cold smile surfaced at the corner of Dugu Nian's mouth, but she did not pursue him. Instead, she sheathed her longsword back into the Nine Palace Bag and took out a zither.

With the zither in hand, Dugu Nian's whole aura changed.

“Conjuror! You can't beat me,” Lu Shuihan said coldly, his voice reflecting the intense irritation at having been wounded by Dugu Nian. He held nothing back anymore.

The longsword swung, and a purple sword Qi roared out, magnificent and astonishing in its might.

Dugu Nian's jade hands caressed the zither, and as the strings vibrated ever so slightly, resounding zither sounds surged forth.

These were sounds of solemnity, and even more so, the Sound of Killing!

There was none of the softness and lingering charm of an ordinary woman playing the zither, only a towering killing aura.

The invisible zither sound became a tangible tide, colliding with the oncoming purple sword Qi.

Immediately, the sword Qi ran rampant, and the zither notes echoed intensely, like a clash of water and fire.

Lu Shuihan grunted, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his figure staggered backward continuously.

On the other hand, Dugu Nian remained composed and poised, still seated behind the zither without having moved an inch.

Clearly, in the last exchange, it was Dugu Nian's zither sound that had triumphed!

Lu Shuihan finally realized the severity of Dugu Nian's prowess and had long since rid himself of any underestimation of her, yet his anger swelled even more.

“Oh, Lu, why the bloody mouth? Is my zither music too strong for you, shaking you up?” Dugu Nian mocked, her words laced with ridicule.

Lu Shuihan remained silent and reached for his Nine Palace Bag.

In Lu Shuihan's hand appeared a Jade Talisman, with certain characters engraved on it, which seemed to carry a divine aura.

Lu Shuihan crushed the Jade Talisman, and at once, golden characters emerged, enveloping his body and even some inscribing themselves into his longsword.

“You will definitely lose!” Lu Shuihan roared, as he thrust his sword again, stronger than before, as if the entire array platform was enveloped by the sword Qi.

“Such a powerful sword!” Many spectators gasped in awe. The crowd was not without experts in the Sword Tao, who could tell that Lu Shuihan's sword intent had become increasingly forceful, comparable to a full-powered strike from a warrior with a Spirit Bone.

It must be known that Lu Shuihan himself was only at the Ninth Layer of the Spirit Vein and had not stepped into the realm of Spirit Bone, yet he was able to exert a power comparable to that of a Spirit Bone warrior, which was exceedingly terrifying.

“Ye, you're going to lose this wager,” the Pingbei King declared, glancing at Ye Mengxian.

However, Mengxian remained as calm as ever, not showing a hint of concern, which surprised the Pingbei King.

Just then, a melody from the zither resonated!

The first move of the Heavenly Zither! Great*Sound*Sublime*Voice!

Indescribable zither music gathered an unfathomable force, bursting forth in an instant, overwhelming as mountains and seas, like waves and tides.

Boom!!!

The sword Qi clashed with the zither music once again, and this time, Lu Shuihan was defeated even more embarrassingly.

The zither music raged, Lu Shuihan screamed as he was sent flying backward, his sword falling from his grasp, and his clothes nearly shattered by the force of the zither tones.

Chapter end

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