On the battlefield.
Lin Fan looked at the man before him and thought, "Who are you? Who are you putting on such a disdainful act for?"
The newcomer was none other than Master Yun's eldest disciple, Feng Lei.
As he arrived, he seemed to carry an air of superiority, looking down from a great height.
Although he appeared polite, many could feel a sense of detachment emanating from him.
He showed no warmth to the crowd, expecting praise.
Unfortunately, seeing his arrogant demeanor, the onlookers felt only contempt and disgust.
Feng Lei said to Lin Fan, "I've watched your livestreams. Your alchemy talent isn't good enough."
Lin Fan scoffed, "My talent is alright, just so-so? By the way, is there something you need? If not, you can wait until my livestream is over before we talk."
Feng Lei was stunned.
Immediately, he felt a surge of displeasure.
He was Master Yun's chief disciple, when had he ever been treated with such disregard?
"You might not know who I am. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Feng Lei, the eldest disciple, and currently the only disciple, of Grandmaster Alchemist Yun Leng."
After introducing himself, he tilted his head slightly upwards.
Hearing his introduction, many exclaimed in surprise.
Grandmaster Alchemists held a high status, both before and after the Guixu Incident. Becoming a disciple of a Grandmaster Alchemist was a glorious achievement.
"He's actually Master Yun's disciple, incredible!"
"Given the current scarcity of pills, the status of Grandmaster Alchemists is subtly surpassing that of other professions."
"What is Feng Lei here for? Recruiting for Master Yun?"
"But his attitude is so awkward. He seems to look down on Lin Fan. I wonder if it's just my imagination."
The crowd buzzed with discussion. Feng Lei, hearing the exclamations, felt a sense of pride as if they were praising him.
He said, "Lin Fan, my master thinks highly of you. Are you interested in becoming my junior brother? This is a tremendous opportunity. Although your talent is not good, and you are a self-taught alchemist, perhaps you learned alchemy through some luck, but none of that matters..."
"Not interested!" Lin Fan flatly refused before Feng Lei could finish.
Despite the man's seemingly polite words, his dismissive expression had long betrayed his arrogant inner self.
Besides, the subsequent words were mere garbage, intended to put him down.
He wasn't a masochist; there was no need to listen to the end.
Moreover, the master of such a person was likely no good either.
Lin Fan disdained to associate with such people.
"Alright, do you need anything else? If not, please don't disturb my sales."
Lin Fan's dismissal stunned the surrounding crowd.
"No way? He rejected Master Yun's invitation?"
"What a pity. If it were me, I would have agreed immediately."
"That's a seventh-tier Grandmaster Alchemist. Is it really appropriate to just refuse his invitation like that?"
"If it were me, I would refuse too. Look at Feng Lei's expression, full of disdain, condescending, as if it's not an invitation but charity. Who does he think he is? Just some trash with abysmal alchemy talent."
As various discussions reached his ears, especially the curses that arose from someone investigating Feng Lei's background, Feng Lei's expression soured.
He detested it most when people spoke of his lack of talent.
His chest heaved, and he suddenly chuckled, "I just heard someone say my talent isn't good. I deeply agree with your assessment. Indeed, Feng's talent is subpar. I wonder, Brother Lin Fan, would you be willing to spar with me? Let everyone see just how terrible my talent truly is."
His words left everyone dumbfounded.
They had seen shameless people, but never one so utterly shameless.
You've been studying alchemy for twenty years, and Lin Fan is so young. How dare you challenge him?
He snorted and continued, "First-tier pills hold little value. Let's spar with second-tier pills. Whoever refines a higher quality pill wins. Little Brother Lin Fan, what do you say?"
He deliberately proposed refining second-tier pills because he noticed Lin Yu was only refining first-tier pills.
It was clear that the other party could only refine first-tier pills, and only the Blood-Flesh Pill at that.
By choosing a pill that he himself excelled at, the opponent was bound to lose!
He smiled, feigning a gentle demeanor, "Brother Lin Fan, do you dare to spar with me?"
Lin Fan remained silent. He couldn't refine second-tier pills yet.
Seeing his silence, Feng Lei laughed loudly, "Brother Lin Fan, if you admit defeat, this matter will be settled. How about it?"
His words, laced with hidden barbs, annoyed everyone.
The livestream chat was also filled with dissatisfaction.
However, opinions were divided. Some advised Lin Fan to back down, as he was Master Yun's disciple. Others urged Lin Fan to accept the challenge.
"Streamer, don't back down, have a match with him!"
"The person upstairs, don't incite him. The opponent is Master Yun's disciple, Lin Fan's alchemy techniques and experience are incomparable."
"Damn it, this is infuriating. What kind of a scumbag is this Feng Lei? He can just challenge whoever he wants?"
"He has connections, that's why he's so arrogant. You can't do anything about him. Isn't that infuriating?"
Lin Fan's continued silence made everyone extremely worried.
Why don't you say something?
Is it that difficult to decide whether to spar or not?
At this moment, Lin Fan suddenly raised his head and gave a brilliant smile.
Seeing this, Feng Lei's heart rejoiced. Just as he was contemplating how to display his prowess and crush the person his master favored, a giant fist slammed into his face.
"Screw you! Who do you think you are, coming to my turf with such a condescending, dismissive attitude."
"You piece of trash, still only second-tier after twenty years of alchemy. You still have the gall to show yourself? If it were me, I'd be too ashamed to face anyone and cut off my own branch!"
"And your eyes, were they possessed by snakes? So gloomy. Damn it, I'm going to kick you to death today!"
Caught off guard, Feng Lei was knocked down by Lin Fan's punches. This was followed by a barrage of kicks and punches, leaving Feng Lei utterly dazed.
Not only him, but the onlookers and the viewers in the livestream were all stunned.
Feng Lei roared with rage, clenched his fist, and struck towards Lin Fan's punch.
Lin Fan saw this, immediately dodged, and retreated several dozen steps.
"You little bastard, if you have the guts, fight me!"
"Come on!"
His alchemy talent was indeed subpar, but he was a sixth-tier S-class awakened being, with a fire-elemental explosive solar flame talent.
At his level, he was a genius among his peers.
Facing Lin Fan's brutal beating, he regained his senses and began to counterattack. However, Lin Fan was cunning and immediately retreated.
He sneered dismissively and said, "Come on!"
"Brothers, attack!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan's puppets and Lin Yu's clones simultaneously turned, and over two hundred pairs of eyes fixed on Feng Lei.
Feng Lei was startled, feeling a chill creep over him under the gaze of so many eyes.
However, upon remembering that these were merely clones, he relaxed.
Hmph, mere clones, how strong could they be?
As long as they weren't sixth-tier, he was confident he could beat them all!
With this thought, he grinned sinisterly and slowly walked towards the clones.
"You will regret your impulsiveness today. Lin Fan, you are finished!"