“However, the grade of this pill seems a bit low,” the gray-robed old man remarked.
“Senior, take another look at its potency,” Wang Teng chuckled.
The gray-robed old man paused for a moment, then abruptly lowered his head to examine the elixir’s alchemical patterns. As he counted each pattern, he fell into a deep silence. Then… he counted again, and again, and again…
“100%?!” He looked at Wang Teng and hesitated.
“It’s guaranteed to be genuine,” Wang Teng replied casually.
The gray-robed old man took a deep breath. Well, he had been pletely fooled by this youngster.
“One pill isn’t enough. The grade of this elixir is too low.” He gritted his teeth.
“This is a soul-enhancing elixir with 100% potency. If you don’t want it, give it back to me,” Wang Teng retorted, glaring at the elder.
“No, give me two more of the same pill, and I’ll give you this.” The gray-robed old man held onto the bottle tightly, glaring back.
They stared at each other, neither backing down.
“Three pills with 100% potency for something of unknown origin? Senior, forgive me for being blunt, but what are you thinking?” Wang Teng replied, refusing to show weakness and returning the old man’s earlier words.
A muscle twitched on the gray-robed old man’s face. If it weren’t for the soul-enhancing pill, he would have slapped this cosmos-stage martial warrior away for speaking to him in such a manner.
Even Grandmaster Alfred couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his eye, afraid that Wang Teng might anger the old man.
This was a universe-stage martial warrior!
Wasn’t Wang Teng afraid at all? To speak to someone like this… truly bold!
The gray-robed old man took another deep breath and said, “Youngster, your pill is only a grandmaster-level third-grade. The difference is too great. Even with full potency, it can’t make up for this disparity.”
“Do you even know what this is? Don’t tell me it’s a good item. There are plenty of good items, but not every treasure can be exchanged for three soul-enhancing pills.” Wang Teng pointed at the meaty bone.
At this moment, he finally felt a sense of being in control. This old guy had ultimately fallen into his trap.
“What do you suggest then?” the gray-robed old man asked.
“At most, two pills, no more,” Wang Teng smiled inwardly but gritted his teeth outwardly.
The gray-robed old man frowned, staring at Wang Teng for a while before finally saying, “Alright, two it is. If it weren’t for the full potency, I wouldn’t trade with you.”
Wang Teng didn’t waste any words. He tossed a soul-enhancing pill to the old man and then reached for the meaty bone.
“Huh, it’s that thing!”
But just then, a light “huh” sounded, and a hand reached out from the side.
Wang Teng’s expression changed slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes as he instantly transformed his grasp into a pointed finger.
A surge of heat blossomed on his fingertip, flames swirling around it, condensing into a tiny fire silkworm.
Eire Silk Finger!
The gray-robed old man lifted his head, looking at Wang Teng with surprise.
“Huh?”
Meanwhile, the person who reached out had a slight change in plexion, pupils contracting as they hastily withdrew their hand.
But Wang Teng was quick, and since the other party hadn’t anticipated his ruthless response. They were caught off guard.
Realizing they were too late, the person immediately gathered his Force in their palm, forming a protective barrier to block Wang Teng’s attack.
“How dare you!”
At the same time, a cold shout came from the side, and a powerful aura suddenly pressed down on Wang Teng.
Wang Teng’s expression grew colder, his gaze indifferent as he disregarded the imposing aura, his finger crashing down directly onto the other’s palm.
Swoosh!
A sound like branding iron hitting flesh suddenly rang out, followed by a piercing scream.
Wang Teng’s finger pierced straight through the other’s hand, blood gushing out like a fountain, impossible to stop.
Boom!
A thunderous sound came from the side.
Wang Teng immediately felt a fierce gust of wind acpanying it. This was the handiwork of a universe-stage martial warrior. His gaze sharpened as he anticipated it, his figure flickering and disappearing from the spot.
Bang!
An elder appeared beside Wang Teng, his palm imprinting on him.
“Huh?”
But his expression immediately changed slightly because the Wang Teng before him turned out to be just an afterimage. He didn’t hurt him at all.
At that moment, Wang Teng’s figure reappeared not far away, clutching the meaty bone in his hand. Even as he dodged, he didn’t forget about the item.
The gray-robed old man couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but inwardly, he was also extremely shocked, unable to help but size up Wang Teng.
In the blink of an eye, this kid not only pierced through the hand of the person who attacked him but also swiftly evaded the attack of a universe-stage martial warrior.
Was he just a cosmos-stage martial warrior?
Was he just a seemingly weak alchemist?
Something was wrong.
Meanwhile, the people around finally snapped out of their daze, and immediately, there was an uproar.
“Are you okay?” Grandmaster Alfred’s face turned ugly as he quickly approached Wang Teng.
“I’m fine. They’re the ones in trouble,” Wang Teng replied calmly, looking towards the young man in the distance who was screaming in pain while clutching his hand, and the old man whose face had turned extremely gloomy…
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