I’m Really An Alchemist

The wind is howling.

Kurd's proud expression froze on his face. He looked at the light slowly rising from the canyon, and felt the power so powerful that it made him tremble, and sweat broke out on his forehead.

Huh!

The light was torn apart, and the martial artist from the underworld appeared in front of the emperor in the blink of an eye.

His eyes were burning with fighting intent, and his hands were claws at him.

Kurd's eyes moved, and he barely tracked the opponent's speed. He slammed his fists up, but was caught by the pork ribs in the palm of his hand, and he was unable to break free even if he pushed the huge force in his body.

boom!

The pork ribs slammed into Kurd's smooth forehead, hammering him to the point of dizziness.

"You bastard!"

When did Kurd taste such humiliation, he mustered the strength of his whole body, trying to break free from his hands like iron tongs for pork ribs.

"Is that all your strength is?"

Looking at the struggling emperor, Pork Ribs Rice looked disappointed.

"I didn't even use half of my power!"

He pulled out his palm with lightning speed, squeezed it into a fist, and smashed it into Kurd's face.

It sounded like a bombardment of artillery shells.

There are cascading waves in the air.

The emperor did not have any chance to fight back. He was blasted thousands of meters with a huge flame of light. His cheeks were swollen, and the power in his body worked spontaneously, trying to stop this majestic momentum.

But underworld martial artists are faster.

Pork Ribs Rice stepped on the air with his legs, and before the sound of the air explosion spread, he faced the flying Kurd at a relative speed.

The emperor raised his head and could see the disappointment in the eyes of the enemy.

Humiliation.

Angry.

Powerless.

Negative emotions entangled Kurd's mind. His eyes began to turn red, and the qi around his body burst like flames.

"Don't use this look-"

Kurd clenched his fists tightly, squeezing out a furious roar from his throat, and white air swept through his fists, vaguely showing the ferocious appearance of the ancient beasts.

"Look at me!"

Accompanied by the roar, it was the roar of the beast, carrying fists of unparalleled strength, bombarding the underworld martial artist.

Facing the enemy's last dignity, the disappointment in Pork Ribs Fan's eyes finally disappeared.

Instead, respect.

Although the enemy is not strong enough, the momentum of the enemy has won his respect.

The response to respect is to fight back with all your strength.

Pork Ribs Fan clenched his fists and collided with Kurd's punch.

Boom! ! !

It was as if two planets collided in the void. In an instant, there was boundless light and heat, and wind pressure enough to tear everything apart.

This cluster of strong light overwhelmed the sun in the vacuum.

This wave of wind pressure swept the entire planet.

Those ignorant citizens who stayed in the city were swept up by the strong wind and lay on the ground in fear. Those soldiers who observed the battle were trembling with fear by the unparalleled power.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The Galaxy Patrol looked at the light in the distance, and steadied his body in the howling wind, he roared excitedly.

"Aren't you ready to take action?" Daji ignored the strong wind in front of him, looked at the prince of the empire with a complicated tone, and his eyes flashed dangerously: "If you hesitate any longer, your father will die!"

Frieza silently watched the light of the battle in the sky.

The pure white awn gradually faded away.

The Kurdish white body was covered with tiny scars, like broken porcelain being glued together, and dark red blood spurted out from the scars. Under this injury, he still had the strength to breathe.

Kurd fell heavily to the ground.

He opened his eyes, looked at the underworld martial artist who approached, and sighed with a wry smile.

Pork Ribs Rice was just a disgraced face, not even short of breath, and his expression was calm.

"How can there be a monster like you in this world?" Kurd raised his scarred arm, "If I beg for mercy now, will you let me go?"

Pork Ribs Fan said calmly, "This war will only end if you die."

Kurd put his arms down, even though the outcome was already known, he also wanted to fight for the chance to survive.

But from the battle between the two sides, he knew that the other party could not let him go.

I didn't expect my ending to be so ridiculous. In the capital of the empire, I was defeated by the enemy on the spot!

Kurd closed his eyes, tiredness struck his mind, he gave up everything and fell into a deep sleep.

Pork Ribs Rice waited for him to pass out before he raised his palm, and sharp breath came out of his arm.

"rest in peace!"

He raised his arms high.

scoff-

Blood, lasing out.

Pork Ribs Fan's eyes were sluggish, and his arm flew high in the blood spurt, threw it out, and hit the ground dully.

"Who is it?!" The martial artist grabbed the interface of the broken arm with one hand and burned the wound with gas to block the loss of blood. He turned his head in anger and fear, and two figures appeared on the ground destroyed by the battle.

Frieza and Daji stood side by side.

The beautiful woman's expression was full of anger, and white silk threads hung down from her palms, shining strangely in the moonlight.

"Who are you!!" Pork Ribs Fan was alert for a while, he completely felt the other party's breath, and he couldn't feel how close the other party was.

How did you attack?

"Since you've already won, go back to the underworld!" Frieza glanced at Kurd who was unconscious, "Since you waited for him to be unconscious before you wanted to shoot, I'll let you go this time too."

"Let me go?" Pork Ribs Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, looking at Frieza's familiar appearance, he remembered who the other party was.

"Even your father is not my opponent, why do you say let me go!"

Pork Ribs Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the broken arm on the ground returned to his hand in an instant. He was forcibly connected to the wound, and he used Qi to build a broken meridian.

"My mission is to kill Kurd, I don't want to shoot at you, Frieza!"

Pork Ribs Rice stepped on the ground with his toes, breaking the distance between the two at the same time as the ground shattered.

He believed that he was just being careless and that he was successfully attacked.

If you are one-on-one, who can be your opponent?

The mysterious runes rose under the feet of the two, spreading into perfect circles, overlapping each other.

The golden circles were reflected in the eyes of Pork Ribs Fan. Before the doubts arose in his heart, he saw Frieza stretch out his hand to grab it. There were spikes of golden light condensing in the palm of his hand, which were inserted directly into the wound on his shoulder.

Strange power rushed into his body.

Block his qi, block his muscles, block his blood, block his heartbeat, block his thinking.

Pork Ribs Rice fell to the ground with a stiff momentum, becoming a gray-white stone statue.

Daji glared at the stone statue fiercely, and helped the unconscious Kurd up.

"He hurt your father like this, you still want to let him go?"

"He came to attack my father only after being ordered by the Kai King!" Frieza looked at the pork ribs under his feet, shook his head and said, "Besides, he has given my father a lot of respect."

Daji snorted softly, rolled up her sleeves, wrapped Kurd and turned into a streamer, disappearing into the sky.

Frieza breathed a sigh of relief.

He stared at the pork ribs on the ground, and pointed at the sword. The mana penetrated into the other's rigid mind, creating a false memory.

After doing all this, Frieza cast a spell to break the gap between the two worlds and throw the pork ribs into the underworld.

"..."

Pork Ribs Rice was jolted and woke up.

"I, where am I?"

He looked at the familiar scene in front of him, the scenery of the underworld.

He pondered for a moment and suddenly realized.

"I beat Kurd seriously, but with too much power, the time spent in this world was shortened, and I returned to the underworld... Unfortunately, I didn't complete the mission, but with Kurd's injury, I couldn't come out and do evil again! "

Pork Ribs Rice's thoughts turned around, and he was no longer tangled.

On this business trip, he did not meet an opponent worthy of his full strength, but instead he wasted his time in cultivation.

Gotta make it up!

Pork Ribs Rice flew to the sky, towards the Western Realm Wang Xing.

.....

Daji threw the seriously injured Kurd into a nutrient solution.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty suffered such a serious injury!"

The medical staff hurriedly checked Kurd's injury, and the entire imperial center was shocked by Kurd's serious injury.

"Father was wounded by an assassin sent by the Galactic Empire!"

Frieza walked in carrying the struggling and frightened Galaxy Patrol, her expression full of anger.

He threw the Galaxy Patrol to the ground and handed it over to professionals.

The senior officials of the Galactic Empire also woke up in the chaos and came to the palace in panic.

Anxiety makes them uneasy.

Knowing that all this was caused by the assassins of the Galactic Empire, the entire empire was united, turning anxiety and fear into madness, and propagating the war of annihilation in public opinion.

"Lord Frieza, the Kurdish King is seriously injured now, but the country cannot be without a king for a day. I also ask Lord Frieza to take power on his father's behalf and stabilize the military's heart!"

"With King Frieza, we will definitely be ashamed!"

Frieza did not refuse either. In such a critical situation, someone really needs to lead the empire and transfer the contradictions out.

The first thing he did when he became the regent was to convene the high-level officials of the empire and hold a meeting.

A meeting about how this war should be conducted!

The Kurds just sent soldiers and troops to conquer the Galactic Empire, but with the participation of the underworld martial artists, the war situation gradually fell.

"We can no longer stick to the rules." Frieza looked at the war situation on the virtual screen with a serious expression: "There are too many variables in this war, we need more power!"

Senior officials and generals looked at each other, what is more power?

Frieza slapped the table and gave her first order as the regent.

"The Empire will use military rank, planet, wealth, and title as a reward, and gather talented people from all over the universe to help us win this war!"

"Store manager, give me a whole membership card too! 》

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Vegeta: What, I will be defeated by Kakarot in the future! ? Boss, I want to get stronger! Get me a membership card!

Rorschach: Do it, you can do it!