Martial Master

Yan Chidao glanced calmly at the crowd, but the arrogance in his eyes could not be concealed.

The last one to undergo the test was Qin Chen.

As the only person present who fused all flames, what would his value be?

Nine hundred?

Nine hundred and five?

Would it be higher than Yan Chidao's or lower?

This was the focus of everyone's attention.

In an instant, everyone clenched their fists, feeling extremely nervous.

How could they not be nervous? Among these people, nearly half had bet against Qin Chen winning the championship. If Qin Chen really won this round, they might as well jump off a building.

"Hmph, that Qin Chen hasn’t even refined the flames, he just let the nine flames in front of him devour each other. In this situation, the flames will extinguish each other, and the final power of the flame will definitely be very weak."

"I think so too. Don’t even talk about nine hundred; I doubt he’ll even reach five or six hundred."

"Everyone, watch closely. It’s not necessarily the case that the more flames you fuse, the higher the value. Everything depends on the reactions during the fusion process."

Many people mocked, trying to bolster their courage while their eyes remained glued to the instrument in front of them, not blinking.

Even the old man from the Alchemy Pavilion showed a hint of curiosity on his face. He waved his hand slightly, and the flame in front of Qin Chen immediately flew over into the instrument.

"Beep..."

The originally silent instrument suddenly emitted a piercing sound, and with a bang, the instrument exploded.

Everyone stood up in shock. What happened? Why did the instrument explode for no reason?

"Everyone, please stay calm. Our instrument just had a minor malfunction, but we have a backup," the old man said, as a second instrument appeared in his hands.

It was the first time an instrument had exploded during a test, leaving the old man speechless.

He waved gently, and the flame in front of Qin Chen floated back into the instrument.

However, before they could react, the instrument exploded again with a bang, leaving the old man in a very awkward situation.

Damn, how long is this going to go on?

The old man's expression darkened. What was going on? Were these instruments rebelling? Who was responsible for preparing these faulty products? He would have to give them a serious reprimand when he returned.

At that moment, Master Ouyang Zhengqi suddenly said, "Zuo Feng, use the seventh-level instrument for testing."

Hiss!

Could it be that Master Ouyang Zhengqi believed that the flames Qin Chen fused had reached the seventh level?

Zuo Feng was also taken aback, but after steadying himself, he produced a black instrument and placed Qin Chen's fused flames inside again.

Beep beep beep...

This time, the instrument did not explode immediately, and the numbers on it quickly began to rise.

"One thousand two hundred and thirty-seven!"

When the final value was locked in, everyone's eyes nearly bulged out.

Damn, how is this possible?

The flames that Qin Chen casually fused actually exceeded a value of one thousand, reaching a height of one thousand two hundred and thirty-seven? Were they seeing things?

A master alchemist, in disbelief, pinched himself hard, grimacing in pain, almost bringing tears to his eyes.

It hurt so much; this isn’t a dream.

But how could this be possible? The nine flames prepared by Ouyang Zhengqi were all peak sixth-level flames. Even if the nine were fused together, the normal result should be infinitely close to one thousand, not exceeding one thousand. Exceeding one thousand meant that the flames after Qin Chen's fusion had already reached the seventh-level flame grade.

No way.

Even if sixth-level flames were fused together, they would only be sixth-level flames. It was like six peak Martial Venerables working together; they could not possibly compete with a seventh-level initial Martial King.

Flames below the sixth level were just ordinary flames, while seventh-level flames belonged to the King Fire. Although the difference was only one small level, it represented an enormous gap, akin to heaven and earth.