Chapter 244: Chapter 242: Sent Flying with a Slap

"H-how is this possible?"

"Did he really forge a Profound Weapon with just one hand?"

"Doesn’t that mean his Artifact Refining skill is even greater than Master Qin’s? That’s impossible, right? Master Qin is a First-grade Advanced Refiner. Could this guy be a Second-Grade Refiner? But he’s so young!"

As the crowd stared at the Cold Moon Saber gleaming in Jiang Chen’s hand, a clamorous uproar erupted.

The words were like a series of invisible slaps across Master Qin’s face.

Just moments ago...

He had confidently proclaimed that Jiang Chen couldn’t possibly complete the Profound Weapon refinement.

And in the blink of an eye, the man had actually forged one. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

What a slap in the face!

A merciless one at that!

Xiong Yingjie glared angrily at Master Qin. "Didn’t you just say he couldn’t possibly finish the refinement?"

Master Qin’s face was grim. "I... I don’t know either! Not even some Second-Grade Refiners could forge a Cold Moon Saber in half a double-hour!"

"Impossible? Then what’s that in his hand? A piece of scrap metal?" Xiong Yingjie raged.

He had planned to humiliate Jiang Chen and get his revenge.

He had even gathered a crowd to watch.

But in the end, his own side had been utterly defeated, only serving to make Jiang Chen look good. The crowd’s praises for Jiang Chen were like relentless, invisible slaps to his own face!

"Scrap metal?"

Master Qin froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up. "That’s right! There’s no way he could have forged a Profound Weapon so quickly. It must be a piece of scrap metal that just looks the part! He’s bluffing, trying to fool us!"

Xiong Yingjie frowned. "Are you sure?"

"A hundred percent sure. It is absolutely impossible to forge a Profound Weapon in half a double-hour! Unless he’s a Third-Grade Refiner. But do you really think he could be a Third-Grade Refiner?" Master Qin said.

Xiong Yingjie considered it and nodded. ’A Third-Grade Refiner? If he’s a Third-Grade Refiner, then I’m already a Fourth-Grade Alchemy Grandmaster!’

"Young Master Xiong, just relax and watch me put him in his place!"

Master Qin patted his chest in assurance, then walked over to Jiang Chen. He sized up the Profound Weapon in his hand, a derisive sneer spreading across his face. "Tsk, tsk. I have to admire your nerve, showing off with a worthless piece of scrap metal that just looks the part."

"Scrap metal?"

"Is Master Qin saying that what Jiang Chen forged only looks good on the outside and that he’s trying to trick everyone?"

"That could be it. I’ve never heard of anyone forging a First-grade High-level Profound Weapon in just half a double-hour!"

The crowd murmured in agreement.

A calm smile on his face, Jiang Chen stared unblinkingly at Master Qin and grinned. "Just because you say it’s scrap metal, that makes it so? Didn’t we agree? We’d use the most basic method to test whose Profound Weapon is stronger. Let the facts speak for themselves!"

"Hmph. Since you’re so eager to be humiliated, I’ll oblige you! But if you lose, I want you to kneel before me, admit to everyone that you’re nothing but a charlatan, and crawl between my legs!" Master Qin declared.

Jiang Chen’s eyes turned cold.

’This Master Qin and Xiong Yingjie really are relentless.’

"Fine. Since you’re asking for it, I’ll grant your death wish. If you lose..."

"Lose? Hahaha, you still think you can beat me? If I lose, I’m at your disposal!" Master Qin sneered with confidence.

He instantly swung the Cold Moon Saber in his hand.

The blade whistled through the air.

A cold wind howled as a blue light shot toward the sky.

This was a superior First-grade High-level Profound Weapon!

Excellent quality!

"Take this!"

Master Qin roared and slashed forward.

Jiang Chen’s gaze sharpened as he swung his arm up from below, the blue saber arcing defiantly upward.

CLANG—

The two sabers clashed in mid-air, unleashing a blinding blue light that shot skyward. The ear-splitting CLANG of the collision rang out, and the smile on Master Qin’s face instantly froze, replaced by utter shock and disbelief.

Before his horrified eyes, the Cold Moon Saber in his hand snapped on impact. The tip flew backward and embedded itself in the wall.

One strike.

The blade shattered!

Master Qin...

Utterly defeated!

The victor was decided instantly!

"H-how is this possible?" Master Qin’s face was a mask of shock.

His Cold Moon Saber was a superior work, forged in a moment of peak performance. He had been so confident, yet it had just been shattered in a single blow by what he’d called a piece of scrap metal.

How could he possibly accept this?

A cold smile played on Jiang Chen’s lips. "Master Qin, it seems my piece of ’scrap metal’ is a cut above. I believe that means I’ve won this bet, right?"

He deliberately put heavy emphasis on the words "scrap metal."

Master Qin’s face darkened, his eyes blazing with fury. "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! You must have cheated!"

"Cheated? It looks like you’re trying to welsh on the bet," Jiang Chen said, his eyes narrowing.

"So what if I am? I am a dignified First-grade Advanced Refiner! What can you do to me?" Master Qin growled, his bravado barely masking his fear.

Jiang Chen sneered. "What can I do? Kneel!"

"You want me to kneel? Boy, you’re courting death!"

Master Qin was overcome with shame and fury.

He was a dignified First-grade Advanced Refiner. Kneeling in public would be the ultimate humiliation.

He raised a palm, and a powerful fluctuation of True Essence gathered in it before he thrust it violently toward Jiang Chen.

Faced with Master Qin’s sudden attack, Jiang Chen’s expression didn’t change as he swung a backhand slap.

SMACK—

The slap landed squarely on Master Qin’s face.

The force sent Master Qin spinning like a top. He pirouetted dozens of times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground, his head lolling to the side, his condition unknown.

Jiang Chen’s face was cold and impassive.

This Master Qin had indiscriminately accused him of forging his Artifact Refiner Identity Token, then helped Xiong Yingjie deal with him. Enemies should be treated with the coldness of winter.

"H-he... he actually dared to strike someone in the Artifact Refiner Guild?"

"This kid is done for."

"Artifact Refiners are so respected. He’s provoking the entire Artifact Refiner Guild."

A look of astonishment flickered across Xiong Yingjie’s face, quickly replaced by a vicious grin. "Hahaha, the kid actually dared to attack someone in the Artifact Refiner Guild? He’s dead meat! I’ll go get the Guild’s Law Enforcement Team right now! Hahaha, Jiang Chen, you’re a dead man!"

However, just as he was about to turn, a figure blocked his path.

Xiong Yingjie froze. "Jiang Chen, what do you think you’re doing?"

"What am I doing? You set your dog on me, and now that your dog’s been put down, you think you can just walk away?" Jiang Chen sneered.

Xiong Yingjie’s brow furrowed, his eyes blazing with fury as he said in a low voice, "Jiang Chen, don’t push it."

"Am I pushing it? Am I the one who went too far?" Jiang Chen retorted with a sneer. "You were a sore loser after our Pill Fighting match at Yulan Mansion, so you secretly arranged for Xiong Li and the others to hire Blood Wolf Village to ambush and kill me. Now you sic this thing on me. Who exactly is the one who went too far?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about! Get out of my way..."

Xiong Yingjie was furious and embarrassed.

With so many people gathered in the Artifact Refining Room, if word got out that he had lost a Pill Fighting match to Jiang Chen and then sent people to kill him, how could he ever show his face in the Imperial Capital again?

In a fit of rage, Xiong Yingjie’s face darkened, and he raised a hand to shove Jiang Chen aside.

A cold sneer tugged at Jiang Chen’s lips as he swung a backhand slap.

His palm shattered the True Essence Light emanating from Xiong Yingjie’s attack, and the slap landed solidly across Xiong Yingjie’s face.

SMACK—

With a crisp crack, Xiong Yingjie spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Half of his face was already swollen to an incredible size.

Xiong Yingjie stared at Jiang Chen in astonishment. "Y-you dare to hit me?"

"Hitting you is getting off easy. Like I said, it’s time to settle the old and new scores between us!" Jiang Chen sneered, kicking out as if punting a sandbag and sending Xiong Yingjie flying.

He slammed hard against the wall, spat out more blood, and crumpled to the ground, curled up in pain.

Jiang Chen’s gaze was ice-cold.

’This Xiong Yingjie has tried to kill me time and time again. How can I possibly spare him?’

A frigid killing intent flickered in his eyes. Just as he was about to strike again, a sharp voice barked from behind him...

"Stop right there!"

[Fifth Chapter of the day. This one was for yesterday. There will still be five more today!]