No one was optimistic about Qin Chuan's chances now, because Lin Zhichong had administered the poison, and Qin Chuan's behavior seemed to many as resignation.
He didn't even try to dodge; what was going on? Was he unable to dodge, or did he simply not want to?
"He's just going to die like that? That's too much of a cliffhanger! I know the poison is potent, but surely he wouldn't just give up without a fight!"
"Could it be that the poison was ineffective against that young man?"
"Do you think that's possible? Immunity to all poisons is just a legend. While it exists, it doesn't mean someone is immune to all poisons, just has strong resistance. If the poison is potent enough, even an invulnerable constitution is useless."
Time passed slowly, and the poisonous gas gradually dissipated.
Qin Chuan, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked out. To everyone's astonishment, they then witnessed a shocking scene.
Lin Zhichong's body was blackened, and he was painfully stretching out his hands, screaming, but he couldn't make a sound.
At this moment, Qin Chuan's voice rang out: "He poisoned himself. If you don't want him to die, save him quickly."
But everyone could see that it would be difficult for Lin Zhichong to survive, and even if he did, he would likely be crippled.
"What's going on? Can anyone explain this? I don't understand," someone asked, puzzled. "
Your IQ is questionable! Didn't you hear what they said? Lin Zhichong accidentally poisoned himself. It's that simple. Everyone makes mistakes, it's normal," someone explained impatiently. "
You idiot! You're calling others stupid? I think you're the one with a problem. You were poisoned by your own poison, is that how you feel?"
"This young man is even more skilled with poison than Lin Zhichong. They must have both used poison, but Lin Zhichong was knocked out while this young man is fine.
" "That's incredible! To poison someone else's poison mist again, to do that is truly difficult. It shows skill and daring; he completely disregarded the other's poison mist."
"Lin Zhichong is finished. Even if he doesn't die, he's completely ruined. He's really disgraced himself." "
Who exactly is this person that the Zhongzhou Medicine Sect offended? So young, yet he easily dealt with Yao Buyi and Lin Zhichong. He's definitely not an ordinary person."
"I'm getting more and more curious about this young man. I wonder what kind of brilliance he'll show us next." A dashing middle-aged man laughed.
"Why is Old Luo interested in this young man?" A burly middle-aged man laughed.
"You know what, I'm really interested. Let's see!" The middle-aged man called Old Luo laughed.
"It's his good fortune to be noticed by you, Old Luo. If you're interested, make your move sooner rather than later. Don't wait until others see it, or there will be more trouble." The burly middle-aged man laughed.
"I believe in fate. Sometimes it's not a matter of first come, first served. If that were the case, there would be no conflict in the world." Old Luo shook his head.
"I don't agree with your approach. Although it's not absolute, it's still first come, first served. Like food, once I've arrived and eaten it, it's completely mine." "
If that's the case, then another one can definitely grow. Otherwise, I'll boil you or refine you into a ginseng fruit," Old Luo said with a smile.
The burly middle-aged man trembled and looked at Old Luo: "Fine, fine, I won't tell you anymore. Do whatever you want. Anyway, being targeted by you, this young man is both a blessing and a curse. Let's see what fate has in store for him!"
"No, this young man is different. I don't know if I'm worthy to be his master. Whatever, even if it's just an experience on the road of life, don't you think it's interesting?" "Old Luo chuckled.
The burly middle-aged man looked at Old Luo in disbelief. They were best friends, with a friendship spanning two or three hundred years—it wasn't just talk.
They knew each other too well. The burly middle-aged man naturally knew Old Luo perfectly well. Over the years, he knew exactly what kind of person Old Luo was.
Unparalleled talent and aptitude, arrogance, and pride—of course, all of this was based on strength. No one would consider Old Luo an arrogant or conceited person.
Over the years, the number of people who could make Old Luo humble could be counted on one hand, and this was the first time a young person had made Old Luo humble even once. It was unprecedented.
This was why the burly middle-aged man was so shocked, after all, Old Luo's evaluation of that crazy young man was only four words:
so-so!
This evaluation was barely passing. The crazy young man was a descendant of the largest family in Chuzhou, the youngest generation's..." One person like that is barely passing.
So even if others are slightly better, they won't be much better. You have to know that in Lao Luo's eyes, these people don't even deserve to be his disciples.
Not even Crazy Young Master!
Lao Luo has a high status, but when it comes to disciples, he has always been strict and uncompromising. He would rather not have a disciple than settle for less.
Other issues are acceptable, but this one is unacceptable. If someone isn't qualified, he won't teach them, not even a relative.
This is a principle that cannot be changed.
But this time, he said that he was not worthy to be this young man's master, which shocked the burly middle-aged man. He
was shocked, which was enough to show how high Lao Luo's evaluation of Qin Chuan was, and it made the burly middle-aged man think deeply.
He could also see that Qin Chuan was extraordinary, but he still couldn't understand why Lao Luo said that he wasn't worthy to be this young man's master.
"Are you serious?" the burly middle-aged man asked Lao Luo seriously.
"When have I ever not been serious?" Lao Luo laughed.
"Then I'll fight you for it." "The burly middle-aged man laughed.
"Alright, but the old rules apply. The loser has to give this young man a supreme treasure." Old Luo laughed.
The burly middle-aged man's lips twitched. Over the years, they had never lost a bet, and this time Old Luo was actually betting a supreme treasure. This was a big bet. It
was a supreme treasure. Even beings at their level didn't possess many supreme treasures.
But at this level, the burly middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I'll bet with you."
"Haha, not bad. This time, you don't need to prepare a gift for your disciple yourself. Not bad, not bad."
"Are you sure you can win?" the burly middle-aged man asked.
"Definitely! Over the years, when have I ever bet on a game I wasn't sure of winning?" Old Luo laughed confidently.
"You're probably going to lose this time." the burly middle-aged man laughed.
"Impossible. We'll see in a bit." Old Luo said disbelievingly.
"Did you see the righteous energy in his body? Do you think your Confucian way is suitable for him?" "The burly middle-aged man laughed.
"Is there a mistake?" Old Luo asked, taken aback.
"No, but you forgot one thing. You've misjudged him. He's also a successor of the God of War." The burly middle-aged man chuckled.