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Martial Master

Chapter 1216: Can You Handle the Responsibility? 🤔

Published: December 25, 2024

The aura emanating from the alchemy furnace was so intense that even he felt a bit uneasy. How could this kid dare to stay here?

“Since you have admitted defeat, why should I run?”

Qin Chen smiled lightly, pushing through the crowd toward the front, while casually saying to Zhao Ruhui, “I didn’t expect you to risk your life to buy time for everyone to escape. If such an alchemist were to die, I would feel guilty.”

Zhao Ruhui was still exerting all his strength to control the furnace, buying time for everyone to escape. Seeing Qin Chen calmly approach, he suddenly felt furious and shouted, “Kid, I don't care how you figured it out, hurry up and run! Are you looking for death? I can't hold on much longer. Once it explodes, you will definitely not survive. Hurry up and run!”

Qin Chen smiled faintly and said, “There's still a few breaths before it explodes; it can actually be saved.”

“Saved?” Zhao Ruhui's face turned red as he felt he could no longer control it. Almost going crazy, he said, “The reaction has already reached the end. The spiritual medicine inside is completely chaotic. How can you save it? Even a peak seventh-grade alchemist would be unable to save it. I can only hold on for two more breaths; go quickly!”

Zhao Ruhui roared, feeling his internal power rapidly depleting, yet he still desperately held on, his mental energy nearly exhausted.

Finally, he could no longer hold on. With a sigh, all his mental energy was consumed, and he sat down on the ground, looking at the violently shaking alchemy furnace with despair in his eyes.

He never expected that after a lifetime of hard work, finally breaking through to the seventh-grade Medicine King and teaching others, he would end up dying here.

A look of unwillingness appeared in his eyes. In fact, if it weren't for the Holy Son of Jinzhou stepping forward to say he could help suppress it, if they had let the furnace explode earlier, with his cultivation level, he wouldn’t have fallen to this point.

But at this moment, the alchemy furnace was completely out of control; even if a deity came, it would be of no use.

A lifetime of effort was turning into smoke and clouds. Zhao Ruhui forced a bitter smile, feeling completely liberated.

It was a pity that before dying, he would also implicate such a young man. This kid could see his refining failure and undoubtedly had considerable skill in alchemy, but unfortunately, he would have to accompany him to death.

Zhao Ruhui sighed, and just as he closed his eyes waiting for death, Qin Chen had already arrived in front of the alchemy furnace. At this moment, cracks began to appear on the furnace as violent forces erupted from those cracks.

Unhurried, Qin Chen slammed his hands onto the furnace, powerful mental energy instantly enveloping it.

“Kid, what are you doing? Stop!” Zhao Ruhui gasped, his eyes bulging in shock as he shouted.

Did this kid know what he was doing? The furnace was about to explode, and he was still messing around. The explosion's power might increase exponentially—did he know how many lives would be lost?

But before he could finish his words, his eyes widened in disbelief, and the voice stuck in his throat abruptly stopped. He was shocked to discover that the furnace, which had begun to crack, suddenly became stable, and the spreading cracks halted.

At the same time, although the aura of the entire furnace was still incredibly violent, the frequency of the aura emanating from it gradually became rhythmic.

“This... this is…?”

Zhao Ruhui's eyes widened like copper bells, standing there in a daze.

Some who hadn’t had time to escape, as well as those remaining in the hall deploying defense shields, were also dumbfounded, staring at Qin Chen on the high platform as if they were seeing a ghost.

At this moment, Qin Chen had already started to move. His feet remained planted, but his body seemed to flicker with afterimages. His hands moved so quickly it was astonishing—hand seals bursting forth as if they were unending, flowing in a continuous stream like a rushing river, flooding into the alchemy furnace, completely covering it.