Enchanting Alchemist

Hua Ruge subconsciously covered his face as he cried in silence for the man.    

When the officials saw Hua Ruge's expression, they felt sympathy for him, enough to scare this girl.    

Minister of The State of Fang said with a complacent look, "Then let's begin."    

The two left the banquet and stood in the distance. Although they were a bit far away, their movements could still be clearly seen.    

Because Hua Ruge had already instructed her previously, she was not worried. She leaned back on the chair and continued to eat.    

Tark walked behind her, gave him a small jade bottle, and whispered some instructions to him.    

Tark hesitated for a moment before nodding his head excitedly. This was too fun.    

Hua Ruge continued to eat and drink.    

Mao Jun had never seen the Little Marten do it before, hence he asked worriedly: "Is he alright?"    

"You shouldn't be worried about him." Hua Ruge replied immediately.    

"That can't be ?" Mao Jun found it hard to accept after he understood what Hua Ruge was trying to say.    

Before he could finish his words, the Little Marten heard Hua Ruge's words and started fighting. It seemed like they were of equal strength and did not end the battle quickly.    

Mao Jun clapped his hands and shouted, "Alright!"    

He did not expect such a beautiful boy to be so strong.    

The officials saw the two of them continuously changing their moves and attacking, and felt that it was extremely exciting. While appreciating the scene, they were also amazed that Hua Ruge actually had such a strong person by his side.    

The spectators only saw the excitement, only those who were immersed in the battle knew how terrifying the Little Marten was, after that person exchanged a few moves, his intestines turned green from regret.    

Only he knew that not only did the Little Marten not use all its strength, it seemed like it did not even use half of its strength. Could it be that this person had been cultivating since he was in his mother's womb?    

Seeing that it had not been settled for a long time, the Minister of The State of Fang looked over with rapt attention.    

The battle situation had undergone a subtle change under the control of the Little Marten. Anyone with a discerning eye would be able to tell that the Little Marten had the upper hand.    

"Lord of The Wah, I didn't think that you would have such a person by your side at such a young age. It's really too surprising." Some officials flattered.    

"That's right, Lord of The Wah is really young and has great abilities.    

"You're too kind." Hua Ruge said humbly.    

There were sounds of congratulation from this side, but there was no response from the Minister of The State of Fang side. This was because the person under his command was soon suppressed to the point where he could not retaliate at all.    

After all, the Little Marten's patience was very limited.    

The emperor's face became worse, his chest was rising and falling uncontrollably, he had never expected that there would be such a powerful expert by Hua Ruge's side, and not only was he unable to heal Hua Ruge, he was staring at her proudly.    

This really made him angry to the point of almost choking himself.    

Damn the Fang family! What a bunch of trash!    

A cold light flashed through the Little Marten s, after that, their bodies became faster and stronger, quickly breaking all of the man's limbs, and judging from their strength, they were permanently disabled.    

Hua Ruge covered her face once again. She regretted telling the Little Marten not to kill anymore.    

This child had done too much.    

Little Marten walked over, smiled at Hua Ruge consolingly, and then stood behind her.    

Everyone was shocked by the Little Marten's ruthlessness. In just half an incense worth of time, it had crippled a four star Battle Master. Looking at it, he had not even used his full strength.    

The officials looked at each other and reached a consensus through their eye contact. Hua Ruge was not one to be trifled with, and this beautiful and outrageous man was even less to be trifled with.    

Hua Ruge on the other hand, prevented the Fang family members from biting down on this point. After all, this was just a competition, although it did not take someone's life, it was not good to harm someone with malicious intent.    

Minister of The State of Fang's face alternated between a green and purple color. He held back his words for a long time.    

He knew that this was a good opportunity to sue Hua Ruge, but if he showed weakness and cried, it did not mean that the Fang family was too useless, and did not leave a good impression on the emperor.    

Hua Ruge finally understood that the Emperor did not like to trust the Fang family that much.    

Minister of The State of Fang looked at the Little Marten hatefully, killing intent flashed in its eyes, causing him to secretly swallow his saliva, thinking that the aura from the young man was too strong.    

If he had let his subordinate choose the barbarian warrior, he would not have chosen him. But now, a four star Battle Master like him, the strong warrior among the strong ones, was crippled just like that. It was too late for him to cry.    

"Child's attacks were neither light nor heavy, please forgive me, Prince Fu." Hua Ruge squinted his eyes and laughed, while saying some words of apology, but he did not look apologetic at all, and the smile on his face looked even more pleased with himself.    

Minister of The State of Fang was so angry that the roots of his teeth were itching, but he could only maintain his composure and say: "No wonder, don't we still have another match?"    

Hua Ruge nodded elegantly, her slender snow-white neck bent. Her impeccable face had an indifferent expression, not like she was competing, but more like she was just watching a show.    

Tark walked forward with heavy steps. He was about two meters tall, had a robust build, and wore black light leather armour. He walked with vigor like a giant in front of the frail Battle Master.    

However, there was no fear in the warrior's eyes. In a battle between a human and a barbarian, the barbarians might have the upper hand. However, if the barbarians were too weak, their heavy and cumbersome body would become a burden.    

He did not believe that Hua Ruge could win over powerful barbarians, so he was not afraid.    

As the two gradually distanced themselves from the banquet, Mao Jun came over and asked, "How about this? "Are you confident?"    

"Tell me the truth." Hua Ruge blinked his eyes and said: "No."    

"Are you joking?" Mao Jun asked again.    

Hua Ruge rubbed his nose: "This time, I really don't have one."    

"Why don't we admit defeat? You're young and have no foundation, it's not shameful at all." Mao Jun advised.    

The corner of Hua Ruge's mouth rose, "It's not fun to admit defeat, Brother Mao will just wait to see a good show."    

"As long as you are mysterious." Mao Jun mumbled in confusion.    

Battle Master was the first to launch an attack, his sword forcing out a two meter long sword light aura as it slashed towards Tark.    

Tark's weapon was a giant axe. He reacted and raised his axe to block.    

"Clang!"    

As the two blades made contact, Tark took three steps back. His footsteps were extremely heavy, and left behind a few deep footprints on the ground.    

Battle Master revealed a complacent look, Minister of The State of Fang even stroked his black beard. Although he did not look happy, one could tell that he was in a good mood from the slightly curved corners of his eyes and the back.    

Mao Jun had a face full of worry.    

Yan Zixing also frowned, and could not help but turn and look at Hua Ruge.    

The current Hua Ruge was also not the same as before. She no longer ate and drank as she pleased, and instead squinted her eyes with a calm expression, which made it difficult for others to see the expression in her eyes.    

The officials thought she was nervous, but they did not show it.    

But Yan Zixing understood her, and upon seeing this, his brows relaxed.