Chapter 160: Chapter 160 - Rare Flame
Even from several meters away, anyone could feel its frenzied power radiating through the air.
"Bl... Blue Spirit Fire?" Upon seeing my spiritual fire, Morgan Barry’s face instantly drained of color, a sense of powerlessness visibly enveloping him.
Several experts in the audience jumped to their feet, staring intently at the flame dancing in my palm.
"That... that’s the Blue Spirit Fire, it’s genuinely blue!"
"The Blue Spirit Fire... it actually exists!"
"Who is this young man? How does he possess the Blue Spirit Fire?"
Even Lucian River sat slumped on the ground, traces of despair appearing on his face.
I felt somewhat surprised by their reaction.
Everyone seemed unnaturally afraid of the spiritual fire I’d summoned.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible!" Morgan Barry’s forehead now glistened with large beads of sweat.
I frowned and asked, "What do you mean? Is your spiritual fire different from mine?"
Morgan Barry clenched his teeth and angrily exclaimed, "Stop playing dumb when you fucking understand!"
His outburst left me even more confused. What exactly was happening here?
"It is said that spiritual fires are divided into seven levels: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple." An elderly man in the audience suddenly spoke up.
"Among them, red is the lowest, purple is the highest, but those are just rumors, and no one has ever witnessed them. Most people produce red spiritual fires."
"I never expected the Blue Spirit Fire to truly exist."
Upon hearing his explanation, everything suddenly clicked into place for me.
So, besides the purple fire, this blue flame represented the second-highest level?
"No wonder the power of this flame feels so wild," I muttered under my breath.
At this moment, all of Morgan Barry’s pride visibly shattered before my eyes.
He clearly couldn’t comprehend that I possessed the Blue Spirit Fire.
"Once this news spreads, this person will definitely become the center of attention in the Apothecary World," someone whispered in the crowd.
"I’m afraid it’s not just the Apothecary World; even the martial arts community would hold him in high regard, possibly even bringing him life-threatening dangers."
"An innocent man with a jade pendant becomes a target, indeed."
The crowd continued their hushed conversations, but I paid them little attention.
There were only ten minutes remaining until the competition’s end.
Completing the task with ordinary flames seemed impossible now.
"It seems I have no choice but to use this spiritual fire," I thought, feeling somewhat helpless.
I wasn’t proficient in controlling spiritual fire; even a slight mistake could burn the precious herbs to ash.
But I had no alternatives; I needed to take this gamble.
I lifted my palm and flicked my finger deliberately.
A wisp of spiritual fire dropped directly into the container.
The moment the flame made contact, the container emitted crisp cracking sounds!
I didn’t dare lose focus; I closed my eyes slightly, channeling all my attention into controlling the spiritual fire.
This process drained not only my physical strength but took an enormous toll on my mental energy as well.
Suddenly, the paste in the container began to solidify! Rays of light flickered within it, resembling a beautiful, miniature landscape!
Lucian River clenched his teeth while staring at me on stage, and suddenly shouted, "Morgan! Controlling spiritual fire requires complete focus; a slight error can burn the herbs!"
He didn’t state his intentions outright, but his meaning was crystal clear.
Morgan Barry, being no fool, sneered, "I understand."
After that exchange, Morgan looked at me with contempt and said, "I won’t let you refine your medicine in peace."
Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Morgan clenched his fists and charged toward me, clearly attempting to break my concentration!
Elder Drake’s eyes widened in shock; he glared at Morgan and roared, "You... you’re cheating! Shameless!"
However, Lucian River pretended not to notice, casually chatting with the other judges instead.
Elder Drake appeared furious, but powerless to intervene!
On stage, Morgan Barry’s fists repeatedly struck my body.
But to his visible astonishment, his attacks had no effect on me whatsoever; instead, they seemed to hurt his own wrists!
"How... how is this possible!" Morgan’s anxiety grew palpable. Like a man possessed, he used both fists and feet, striking me with the intensity of a rainstorm.
Time passed minute by minute. I kept my eyes closed, completely ignoring Morgan’s desperate attacks.
All my attention remained focused on controlling the spiritual fire with precision.
"This Lucian is truly shameless," someone in the audience remarked with a cold snort.
"Too bad his disciple can’t harm Mason Raymond."
"Don’t joke around, even a master like Turner Keira was defeated by Mason Raymond, let alone this Morgan Barry."
Time flew quickly, with only one minute remaining until the competition’s end.
In the audience, Lucian River watched me coldly, his uneasiness visibly growing.
"I must not let this kid mature further," Lucian likely thought to himself.
A Grandmaster with Blue Spirit Fire wasn’t someone he could afford to antagonize!
Morgan Barry refused to surrender; he clenched his fists and aimed directly at my vital points!
At this crucial moment, my eyes suddenly snapped open!
I turned toward Morgan Barry and said with a smile, "Are you tickling me? What’s wrong, didn’t you have enough for lunch?"
