"You...you, let me be blunt with you. Are you going to return it to me, or should I beat you up before you return it?" the young man said with a sneer.
Qin Chuan laughed, not expecting the other party to be so desperate. He looked at the other party and said, "Come on, try it if you dare."
"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson today. I forgot to tell you, besides being an excellent alchemist, I'm also a powerful martial artist." The young man said smugly.
"You're an excellent alchemist?" Qin Chuan asked seriously.
"Yeah, what? Someone as young as me can refine pills of this quality. My future is limitless. So many people are trying to curry favor with me but can't." The young man couldn't hide his superiority and pride.
"You call that a pill? Want me to refine one for you right now and prove that your so-called alchemy talent is just a pile of cow dung?" Qin Chuan laughed.
"You're asking for death!" The young man was furious. His figure shot up like a roc spreading its wings and pouncing towards Qin Chuan.
A strong wind swept over him, momentarily darkening the sky. It had to be said, this young man's strength was truly impressive; as he himself said, besides alchemy, he was also a powerful martial artist.
While not as formidable as Qin Chuan, this young man's alchemy skills were still considerable, which explained his arrogance. Besides, he hadn't witnessed Qin Chuan's alchemy abilities firsthand, and he didn't believe Qin Chuan had actually refined the pills he produced. After
all, no one dictates that possessing a particular pill means you can refine it yourself.
Qin Chuan leaned back and kicked out, directly meeting the young man's onslaught.
Bang!
The young man was tragically sent flying backward, spitting blood, landing on his stall and smashing many items to pieces.
Qin Chuan slowly approached, and the young man retreated in fear: "Don't come any closer! I'm from the Zhongzhou Medicine Sect! You're in big trouble!"
Qin Chuan hadn't originally intended to harm him, but now this guy dared to threaten him so recklessly.
"Killing you would be shameful, but not beating you would be too easy on you," Qin Chuan said as he approached.
"What are you trying to do? Believe me, the people of the Central Plains Medicine Sect will tear you to pieces. Then, who knows how many people will..."
*Thud!*
Before the other man could finish, Qin Chuan directly crippled his cultivation with a single kick, shattering his dantian and severing his vital passage.
Completely crippled, he not only lost his cultivation but also became incapable of manhood.
The young man fainted. Since there were many people around, the people of the Central Plains Medicine Sect quickly arrived and surrounded Qin Chuan.
Qin Chuan remained calm and composed. The Martial Arts Exchange Conference had rules: any fights could be fought on the martial arts stage.
Fighting was prohibited below, and anyone who violated this rule would be punished. The young man had attacked Qin Chuan first, so in principle, he should have been punished.
However, Qin Chuan had won and crippled him, so the young man would likely not be punished further, as Qin Chuan's punishment had been too severe.
"Second Uncle, Second Uncle, he crippled me! Kill him! Kill him!" The young man woke up and, seeing that everyone who had come was one of his own, shouted.
Among them, a pale-faced, long-bearded middle-aged man was clearly the leader. His face was even paler and more grim as he knelt down to examine the young man's injuries.
Upon seeing them, his expression darkened further. Although the Zhongzhou Medicine Sect wasn't among the top-tier forces, it was still a first-rate power. Moreover, the Medicine Sect held a high status; everyone treated them with respect, since who could guarantee they wouldn't need their help?
This atmosphere had fostered an arrogant attitude among the Medicine Sect members, as they were always looked up to.
Over time, they developed a strong sense of sect superiority.
"Young man, you have quite the nerve! My Medicine Sect has never suffered such a loss. The feud between us is now set. I'll give you some time to go find your elders," the pale-faced man said, suppressing his anger.
Qin Chuan said calmly, "Send my elders out? You're not worthy."
These words stunned the seemingly respectable man from the Medicine Clan, then filled him with rage. He was a member of the Medicine Clan; even the strongest sect in the Central Continent treated them with deference.
Now, a young man dared to say he wasn't worthy to see his elders? What a joke! In the Five Continents, the Medicine Clan of the Central Continent was quite renowned.
"So arrogant! Fine, even if I'm punished today, I'll cripple you!" The pale-faced man finished speaking and attacked Qin Chuan.
"You truly are not worthy!" Qin Chuan said calmly.
Vajra Boar!
Qin Chuan waved his hand, and a golden light flew towards the pale-faced man. The speed was incredible, given the short distance and Qin Chuan's full-force throw.
The Vajra Boar was the Vajra War God's natal pet. Qin Chuan discovered that the Vajra Boar's fighting style could be used as a hidden weapon…
and the effect was surprisingly good. The Vajra Boar's speed was terrifying and incredibly sharp; combined with Qin Chuan's explosive short-range throw, it could catch the opponent off guard, even delivering a fatal blow.
A flash of golden light startled the pale-faced man, who instinctively dodged.
However, the speed was too fast, and the distance too close; after all, the pale-faced man had charged towards Qin Chuan when he attacked, further shortening the distance.
*Thud! *
Although the pale-faced man tried his best to dodge, his instinctive dodge leaving him no time to defend, he still couldn't completely evade.
His shoulder was struck; the Vajra Boar, being a living creature, tore through the pale-faced man's shoulder with its sharp claws and teeth.
*Ah!
* The pale-faced man screamed in agony, frantically attacking the Vajra Boar on his shoulder.
But the Vajra Boar seemed oblivious. Its most terrifying ability was its sharp defense and attack; once it entangled him, no matter what you did, it would continue doing what it was doing, completely undisturbed.
At this moment, the Vajra Boar was tightly wrapped around the pale-faced man's shoulder bone, causing him to faint from the pain, only to immediately wake up.
No matter what he tried, he couldn't get rid of the Vajra Boar, and the Vajra Boar continued to destroy his body; if this continued, death was certain.
"I surrender!" The pale-faced man could no longer endure the pain.
"I don't accept it. I'm not competing with you anymore," Qin Chuan laughed.
"Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground. I admit defeat. Tell me, what will it take
for you to stop?" The pale-faced man was at his wit's end. Qin Chuan saw that it was enough and told the Vajra Pig to stop: "Remember, whatever you need to do, settle it on the martial arts stage. I don't want you bothering me at other times."
"Okay, I promise you," the pale-faced man said, his face deathly pale. He was terrified. He was crippled, not completely crippled, but more than half crippled.