Chapter 882 The Physical Powerhouse
Chapter 882: Chapter 882: The Physical Powerhouse Chapter 882: Chapter 882: The Physical Powerhouse Among the outstanding disciples of the Essence Sword Sect, Yu Hai was considered the weakest, but even so, he was a genius in the Upper Three Countries, definitely not a weakling.
Yet he was defeated by Fang Lin, a result that many in the Essence Sword Sect found hard to accept.
After all, in their eyes, Fang Lin was just a youth with only the First Layer of the Spirit Vein, and without any known background. How could he possibly have defeated Yu Hai, who hailed from the Essence Sword Sect?
But the reality was cruel. Yu Hai had lost, and even after using the treasures given by his sect elders, he had been unable to turn the tide of the battle, nearly losing his life in the process.
Of course, Fang Lin was completely unaware of his opponent’s background. Defeating a genius from the Upper Three Countries filled Fang Lin with quite a bit of joy.
However, Fang Lin did not dwell on the joy of defeating his opponent. After his battle with the swordsman, Fang Lin had learned of the prowess of the Upper Three Countries’ talents. That swordsman was certainly not among the most formidable ones, and could not even necessarily be considered second-rate.
And having defeated such an opponent, nearly exhausting all his power, Fang Lin knew that facing even more formidable geniuses from the Upper Three Countries would be far more difficult.
With Fang Lin’s current record, unless he suffered fifteen consecutive defeats, he could not possibly be eliminated. But for Fang Lin, he didn’t want to experience a single loss.
While Fang Lin participated in the Nine Countries Talent battles, he still maintained a firm grip over North Town Hall, even though he hardly intervened at all.
Wu Zhong remained a Hall Master in name only, devoid of any real authority. On the surface, the elders of North Town Hall treated him with respect, but in reality, Wu Zhong could not command anyone, not even Feng and Yao, who had once wanted to stand with him, paid him any attention.
The power within North Town Hall was primarily in Elder Miao’s hands, with both Feng and Yao, along with the other elders, obeying Elder Miao’s commands.
After all, Elder Miao was the only person in North Town Hall that Fang Lin truly trusted. With his qualifications and abilities being more than sufficient, Elder Miao was a natural fit to manage North Town Hall.
Only in this way could Fang Lin participate in the Nine Countries Talent battles without any distractions.
A month had passed by quickly, and now only the last seven days of the second stage of the Nine Countries Talent battles remained.
Fang Lin continued his streak of victories, pushing his rank even higher, having reached the top four hundred.
Being within the top five hundred of the Talent rankings attracted a lot of attention, as practically everyone in that bracket was a monster who had achieved consecutive victories and should not be underestimated.
The pseudonym Fang Dading, which Fang Lin was using, appeared in the four hundredth rank, naturally drawing many eyes to it.
However, no one knew who this Fang Dading actually was, as if he had never been heard of before, a character who had suddenly emerged out of nowhere.
Of course, Fang Lin wasn’t the only one using a pseudonym on the Talent list. There were also some obscure individuals whose names had never been known to the public appearing in the upper ranks of the list.
Yet, the ones who captured the most attention were those in the top one hundred.
The individuals in the top one hundred of the Talent list were the true protagonists of this Nine Countries Talent battle, possessing unimaginable strength and terrifying talent. They had not experienced a single defeat, and most had triumphed over geniuses from the Upper Three Countries.
As for the top ten of the Talent list, they remained unseen, with golden light obscuring their names. Even many of the strong figures from the Upper Three Countries had no idea who these ten individuals really were.
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The light flickered, and Fang Lin once again stepped into the solitary space. In those last seven days, he knew he would definitely encounter martial artists from the Upper Three Countries again, but it was uncertain what kind of character he would meet, leaving it all to luck.
Moments later, his opponent appeared. Fang Lin’s gaze tensed as he revealed a deep apprehension.
This was a burly man with a towering physique, who appeared to be in his thirties. He stood a full head taller than the average adult, his arms were thicker than the legs of ordinary people, and he was clad in heavy battle armor.
Just standing there, he evoked an inevitable intimidation, not to mention the invisible aura emanating from him that was truly bone-chilling.
Spirit Vein Ninth Layer!
This was a martial artist of the Ninth Layer of Spirit Vein, and it seemed that he was particularly accomplished in physical prowess.
Fang Lin couldn’t help but recall that Dugu Nian had previously encountered an opponent with an exceptionally formidable physique; this burly man shared a striking resemblance with the individual Dugu Nian had described. Could it be the same person?
“Eh? It turns out to be a little kid, what good luck,” the burly man mocked with a contemptuous smile on seeing Fang Lin, especially noting his youth.
Fang Lin chuckled, “Looking down on me is going to cost you dearly.”
The muscular man rubbed his fists together, producing a dull thud, his face filled with a fierce grin, “Little kid, you’re really unlucky to run into me. I just love bullying tender-skinned kids like you.”
Upon hearing this, Fang Lin remained calm, not getting the least bit angry despite the other’s belittlement.
The burly man, seeing that Fang Lin was completely unafraid, snorted abruptly and swung a fierce punch toward Fang Lin.
As soon as the muscular man made his move, Fang Lin was taken aback at his agility. His robust frame seemed unimpeded by weight, allowing him swift movement.
“Think I’d be afraid to compete in strength?” Fang Lin roared as he mobilized the bodily power in his flesh and even employed the Purple Mist Sky Sutra.
With a thunderous boom, their fists collided, sending out a shocking and heavy reverberation like two massive stones smashing together.
This was a clash of physical might where Fang Lin unleashed his strength, and although the burly man’s words had seemed disdainful, he had held nothing back in his effort to knock Fang Lin down with his strongest blow.
Both their expressions changed, as if recognizing the formidable power of their adversary. Subsequently, Fang Lin staggered back five steps, while the muscular man was forced back four steps.
At first glance, it seemed they were evenly matched, neither gaining an advantage. However, in reality, the burly man was slightly superior.
“Such a powerful physique! He must have refined it with some heavenly treasures; otherwise, it’s impossible to reach this level,” Fang Lin thought to himself, his wariness intensifying.
The burly man, too, put away all his disdain, replaced now with seriousness.
“This is the first time I’ve met someone who can compete with me in physical strength. You are quite impressive, and now you’ve piqued my interest,” the muscular man said.
Fang Lin curled his lip, “I, on the other hand, am not the least bit interested in you.”
With a ferocious smile, the muscular man pounced towards Fang Lin like a tiger descending a mountain, a formless pressure spreading out to seal off all Fang Lin’s possible movements.