Legend! Aldas Becomes Famous in One Battle

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A notification sound rang in the mind of Chen Rui: "Preparing to initialize the Super System. Completion in twelve hours."

A delay? What kind of service quality is this!

The apprentice's initial excitement instantly vanished. He had originally wanted to experience a grand "ascension" under the eyes of the masses, but who knew there would be a delay? Still, he had already waited this long, so a little more time wouldn't hurt. The most pressing matter was to deal with this piece of scum—no, this piece of devil-scum—first.

"The taste of this potion isn't great; it's fishy and astringent. I suggest you add more vinegar and some ginger slices next time to remove the fishy smell," Chen Rui said with a straight face to the stunned Sandru.

Decades of hard work and effort, the vow to abandon his status as a master just to concoct the ultimate poison—could it all just vanish like smoke? Sandru's body began to tremble. Compared to this failure, being insulted by an apprentice became secondary.

Although Aldas had not yet begun his counterattack, Sandru understood that he had already lost.

Master Zola and Master Kamp understood this as well. Even Sandru's strongest poison had been easily neutralized by Aldas. One had to know that creating an antidote was far more difficult than creating a poison. If the Dark Elf master were to launch a terrifying counterattack now, Sandru would undoubtedly be defeated, and his life would likely be forfeit.

The Imperial genius alchemist, a genius master in every sense, a darling of the heavens draped in glory, had actually lost in such a remote, backwater place! He had actually lost to this obscure Dark Elf!

If they knew that Sandru had actually lost to that clumsy, rookie apprentice, they would probably suffer a mental breakdown.

"This match doesn't seem to be over yet! Master Aldas just said that he could kill you with a single fart!"

This loud declaration caused the entire arena to fall silent. That was right; Aldas had accepted all of Sandru's challenges, and now, it was time for the counterattack!

However, a fart could kill the Empire's legendary genius, Sandru? For a moment, all eyes were focused on them.

The human apprentice walked up to Aldas with a solemn expression, holding a collection bottle. The Dark Elf's face twisted instantly. So, what Chen Rui had said about "a fart" was actually true—he really intended to do it!

He was, after all, a famous figure in Darkmoon City and a master alchemist. Did he really have to do this in front of everyone?

The human apprentice's expression was firm, and he nodded encouragingly with great effort.

Aldas had the urge to jump up and choke this guy unconscious, but he was currently a "wounded" man who had suffered heavy damage. Just as the Dark Elf was about to faint for real, he remembered the human's promise to kill Sandru. After a fierce internal struggle, he finally turned to the side as if resigned to his fate.

Chen Rui carefully placed the collection bottle behind the Dark Elf master's buttocks, turned his face to the other side, and pinched his nose with his other hand, assuming a defensive posture. The already quiet arena fell into absolute silence. Every gaze was fixed on a certain part of a certain master.

Sometimes, the more nervous one is, the harder it is to succeed. Time ticked by under the strange focus of the crowd, and even the instigator, Chen Rui, felt his posture becoming stiff.

The Dark Elf master brewed for a long time, his face turning a dark purple and sweat beads appearing on his forehead, until he finally squeezed out a dull sound in grief and indignation.

This long-awaited sound was heard by almost the entire arena. Although they had known it would happen, when the result finally arrived, the expressions of the many members of the Devil Race became very strange. The little girl grabbed Athena's hand tightly, her face flushed with the effort of holding back her laughter.

Amidst the stunned silence of the two judge masters, the human apprentice frowned, pinched his nose, and quickly capped the collection bottle. He then returned to the table with a solemn expression and began selecting several reagents to mix together. His focus possessed a hint of the essence Sandru had shown earlier. Suddenly, there was a "bang." Fortunately, the glass bottle only cracked rather than shattering.

Chen Rui thought to himself that it was a close call. Not daring to keep up the act, he carefully poured the liquid into another bottle, spat into it as if disgusted, added a few more reagents, and finally poured everything into the collection bottle containing the gas released by Master Aldas. He shook it to mix, and the deed was done.

Whether it was due to the potion or the master-level gas, the lethality of this concoction was immense. Zola and Kamp smelled a nauseating stench, and even the guards closest to the arena frowned in unison.

Chen Rui pinched his nose and, with a strange voice, shook the bottle at Sandru and said, "Do you dare to drink it?"

Sandru was proficient in alchemy and could see that Chen Rui had been bluffing for a long time. The concoction was just a very ordinary foul-smelling potion, with at most a few ingredients added to double the stench. This potion had negligible toxicity and wouldn't kill anyone even without an antidote. It was just so foul-smelling that it was originally used to drive away certain Magic Beasts.

However, Aldas had farted into it, and the human apprentice had spat in it; it was clearly a massive humiliation.

Chen Rui used his thumb to seal the bottle opening and said, "This is a potion secretly crafted by Master Aldas using the toxic gas he has cultivated for years. To refine this gas, the Master went three years without bathing, five years without changing his underwear, ten years without changing his socks, and ate special Lala Potato every day... That is how this bottle of 'Ten-Mile Fragrance' came to be! The toxicity of Ten-Mile Fragrance is so strong that even a dragon cannot resist it. If you don't dare to drink it, kneel down and kowtow ninety-nine times to the Master, crying and saying 'I was wrong' with every kowtow. If you do, I will spare your life in this deathmatch. How about it?"

Sandru clearly could not accept such terms. If he really did that, he would never be able to stand in this profession again.

Alice could no longer hold back upon hearing the name of the potion and the method of cultivating the toxic gas. When she heard it could stink a dragon to death, she finally couldn't help but throw herself into Athena's arms and laugh out loud, tears streaming down her face. Athena also giggled, and the two of them dissolved into a mess of laughter. This laughter was contagious to most of the people who had been suppressing themselves for so long, and the entire arena was filled with the sound of laughter.

Aldas felt like he wanted to die. He felt that in a sense, Chen Rui was even more detestable than Sandru. Because he was pretending to be injured and couldn't move, he had to close his eyes and cover his ears, acting as if he couldn't hear anything.

However, from the perspective of the Imperial capital side, this laughter seemed more like they were mocking Sandru for not daring to accept the challenge.

"Two masters, please bear witness." Chen Rui deliberately walked toward Zola and Kamp with the potion bottle. Seeing the bottle opening about to be unsealed, the two masters nodded repeatedly, not daring to take a deep breath. After all, Aldas's strength was evident; even if it were just a gimmick, it was not to be underestimated.

Facing the "Ten-Mile Fragrance" handed over by Chen Rui, Sandru's body trembled slightly, his teeth biting until they bled—the humiliation of today would be repaid a hundredfold in the future!

Aldas! Human apprentice! I, Sandru, will definitely make you regret being born into this world!

Sandru glanced at the meditating Aldas with extreme resentment. Out of caution, he drank several antidotes first, then snatched the bottle, held his breath, and endured the intense nausea as he gulped it down.

A truly fierce man! Chen Rui looked at Sandru with admiration as he drank the foul-smelling potion. This guy could bend and stretch; he was a ruthless character.

Unfortunately, in the face of the powerful might of the Ten-Mile Fragrance, even if one keeps the green hills, there is no wood left to burn.

Sandru drank the potion with difficulty, suppressing the urge to vomit. Just as he was about to speak viciously, he opened his mouth, and his expression suddenly changed. His body began to turn ethereal, and before a single note could escape his throat, his fragile shell was shaken into wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

The number one genius alchemist of the Fallen Angel Empire had vanished into thin air, all because of a potion concocted from a "fart."

Alchemists, due to long-term exposure to potions, naturally possessed considerable drug resistance. How terrifyingly toxic was that liquid to instantly turn a master-level alchemist into dust?

This change was so sudden that even Aldas, who had just opened his eyes, was startled. Shea showed a hint of surprise, her gaze eventually landing on Chen Rui. The people from the Imperial capital couldn't believe their eyes, especially the two masters, Zola and Kamp. Their shocked murmurs were soon drowned out by the deafening cheers of the arena audience.

Master Aldas did not show excessive ecstasy, maintaining his mysterious, low-key demeanor. With his eyes closed, he was carried back to the laboratory to recuperate under the awe-filled gazes of the crowd.

The challenge match was over. Master Aldas of Darkmoon City had won without controversy. Not only did he gain a large amount of wealth as a wager, but the legendary battle of killing a genius alchemist with a fart would also be recorded in history and passed down through generations.

The Alchemist Alliance was not exclusive to the Fallen Angel Empire but was an association of all alchemists in the Demon Realm. Since Sandru died in such a fair duel, even the Regent, Heiyao, could not punish Aldas or Darkmoon City.

The group from the Imperial capital was as wilted as frost-bitten eggplants, and even the arrogant Shelter had lost his fire. Out of courtesy, Princess Shea held a banquet, though it was clear that this banquet, ostensibly for welcoming, also carried the meaning of a farewell.

Master Aldas did not attend the banquet, a move that made him appear even more mysterious in the eyes of the two masters from the capital. This Dark Elf master's poison was terrifying, and this low-key attitude was equally terrifying. Perhaps it was precisely because of this that the genius who thought he had the victory in the bag had fallen in Darkmoon City.

In fact, ever since winning today, Aldas had decided to keep a low profile and would not appear in public for a long time. The reason was simple: it was too embarrassing. The feeling of being under the gaze of everyone was something he would never forget for the rest of his life.

As one of the heroes who won the challenge, the apprentice Chen Rui appeared at the banquet. By now, no one dared to ignore him. Although the human had only been a puppet manipulated during the duel, he represented that unfathomable master—a super master who could shake all of Darkmoon with a single fart!

Chen Rui had no interest in such banquets, and since he knew almost no one, he went to the balcony alone, hoping that this boring formality would end quickly.

"Chen Rui." Athena walked over, with Alice following by her side.

Athena was wearing a red dress with intricate patterns today, which suited her figure perfectly and gave her a stunning, completely different look from her usual swordsman attire. Alice was in a blue and white princess dress with a large bow tied in front, fully displaying her super-cute aura and attracting quite a few gazes.

Alice frowned. "Chen Rui, your clothes are so ugly. You should be wearing formal wear to a banquet."

"Where would I get formal wear? Besides, I haven't been back to the laboratory, so having this apprentice robe is already good enough," Chen Rui said, looking down at his outfit before asking in return, "Does the little princess like wearing formal wear?"

"I don't like it at all, it's not easy to move around in," Alice twisted her tightly cinched dress in dissatisfaction, then suddenly smiled mysteriously. "You performed quite well today, especially with that Ten-Mile Fragrance. What I don't understand is, is the Master's fart really that powerful?"

Chen Rui said mysteriously, "I told you, the Master eats special Lala Potato every day, which is why it reached that level. Sandru was actually farted to death. Does the little princess want to try it?"

"Really?" The little loli said, also acting mysterious. "Then I'll go find the Master and get some of those Lala Potato for you to eat. If you can't let out a fart of that magnitude, then you're lying to this princess."

Chen Rui shook his head repeatedly, thinking to himself that one really shouldn't try to out-cunning this loli. Speaking of that potion capable of stinking a dragon to death, even Athena couldn't help but laugh.

In the distance, Allen saw Chen Rui and Athena chatting and laughing, his expression growing even gloomier as he drank his wine in silence, cup after cup. Beside him, Joseph was smiling broadly while conversing with Shelter.