Chapter 829: Chapter 829: Two Consecutive Wins
“The first battle, I wonder who will beco my opponent?” Fang Lin stood on the crystal-clear ground, surrounded by formations enveloping the area, which was an independent space constructed by the power of the array and the formidable ans of three Emperors.
Here, one could fight to their heart’s content without any restraint or disturbance, ensuring absolute fairness.
Fang Lin waited leisurely, looking quite eager, waiting for his opponent to appear.
A mont later, a figure appeared opposite Fang Lin, a young man in a purple robe, looking to be in his twenties, with a calm deanor. However, Fang Lin could tell this guy was feigning composure.
“Huh? Am I that lucky?” As soon as the young man in the purple robe appeared, he saw Fang Lin.
Seeing how young Fang Lin was, the young man in the purple robe couldn’t help but laugh, thinking to himself that he had good luck. His opponent seed so young; his strength couldn’t be that formidable, and he should be able to win.
Fang Lin was also sizing up this person, and seeing the slight disdain he showed, Fang Lin couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
“Co on, this is still my first battle,” Fang Lin said to the young man in the purple robe, waving his hand casually.
Upon hearing this, the young man in the purple robe was even more delighted. This wasn’t his first battle; he had already defeated one opponent, and Fang Lin was the second he had encountered.
“Perfect, today I’ll achieve two consecutive victories. With this, I can also shine in my family,” the young man in the purple robe thought ecstatically, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit.
“You’re very unlucky to have t ,” said the young man in the purple robe.
Fang Lin chuckled, shaking his head helplessly.
“Hurry up, stop the chatter,” Fang Lin urged.
The young man in the purple robe snorted, not wanting to say much more to Fang Lin, and with a movent, a ferocious aura spread out.
Even with full confidence, the young man in the purple robe did not take his opponent lightly. Even a lion must give its all to catch a rabbit, let alone in the Talent Battle of the Nine Countries, where a mont’s carelessness could an an unexpected defeat.
As soon as the young man in the purple robe made his move, he used all his strength and directly executed his martial arts killing move, intending to take down the victory in the most resolute and clean manner.
With a bang, the young man in the purple robe was knocked to the ground by Fang Lin’s fist, spitting foam and fainting in an instant.
In a city within the Nine Countries, a scene was being projected, showing the encounter between Fang Lin and the young man in the purple robe.
This young man in the purple robe ca from a major family in the city, and many martial artists within it were paying attention to this battle.
Witnessing this scene, everyone in the city was stunned, especially the family of the young man in the purple robe, whose mbers stood dumbfounded.
“How is this possible?” rang out a chorus of shocked exclamations. Their much-anticipated family Talent had been knocked unconscious with a single punch.
Regardless of the amazent of the many martial artists in the city, in the independent space, Fang Lin looked at the young man in the purple robe lying unconscious on the ground and pursed his lips, feeling rather bored.
The figure of the young man in the purple robe quietly disappeared, as he had lost consciousness, and this match was naturally declared a victory for Fang Lin.
“You have defeated this person; you may leave your na on the board. State your appellation,” a booming voice sounded, devoid of much emotion.
Fang Lin pondered for a mont; he definitely couldn’t leave his real na—after all, a tall tree catches the wind, and he had so many enemies. It would be troubleso if soone took notice of him.
“Just leave it as Fang Dading,” Fang Lin said, coming up with a rather perfunctory na.
The voice went silent for a mont, seemingly finding the na quite odd as well, but since many on the leaderboard had left behind strange nas and titles, it didn’t inquire further and directly sent Fang Lin out of the independent space.
The light flickered, and Fang Lin returned to North Town Hall. At the sa ti, the na “Fang Dading” appeared on the Talent leaderboard, but it was ranked quite low, just over eight thousand and continuously dropping.
Fang Lin glanced at his Jade Slip, which displayed a red “one,” representing that Fang Lin had won one battle.
After just an hour, the na “Fang Dading” disappeared from the leaderboard because too many people’s rankings were rising. Fang Lin had only won a single match, and although his opponent also had one victory, it was not enough to stay on the leaderboard for long.
However, Fang Lin didn’t mind. This was just the beginning. Later on, the nas on the leaderboard were likely to be completely different.
Two hours later, Fang Lin’s Jade Brand responded, lit up, and once again sent him into the independent space.
Fang Lin faced his second battle.
His opponent was already in the independent space and upon seeing Fang Lin appear, a pair of eyes exhibited a cold gleam.
She was a woman of average appearance but carried a very cold deanor, her face looked as if everyone owed her money.
“Kill!” Without any preamble, the woman didn’t exchange any idle chatter with Fang Lin and charged at him with a ferocious attack.
Fang Lin also didn’t want to waste ti. Seizing an opportunity, he threw a punch, landing a heavy blow on the woman’s head.
With that hit, the woman staggered like she had been struck heavily, and like the purple-robed youth before, she fell to the ground powerless, her limbs still twitching.
“Fang Dading defeats the opponent, winning two battles,” the voice announced. The woman disappeared first, and then Fang Lin left the independent space.
With two consecutive victories, the na “Fang Dading” reappeared on the leaderboard, this ti a bit higher, hovering around five thousand.
Of course, such a ranking was still inconspicuous; the attention of the Martial Artists from the Nine Countries was focused on the top one thousand.
That day, Fang Lin fought two matches, both of which he won easily, making for a good start.
After the first day’s competition ended, Fang Lin stepped out of North Town Hall to learn about the situation of other participants from North Town Hall in the Nine Countries Talent Battle.
That’s when he learned that soone in North Town Hall had won three consecutive battles, and it was none other than Mo Yun.
With a record of three consecutive victories, Mo Yun was currently deed the best perforr in North Town Hall. His na hovered in the top four thousand on the leaderboard for a while and maintained for over two hours before being pushed down.
As for others, they tended to lose more than they won, with so even having lost three matches in a row, leading to considerable dejection.
Dugu Nian, however, surprised Fang Lin by also having two consecutive victories like himself.
“Did you use a pseudonym?” Fang Lin asked, staring at the proud Dugu Nian.
Dugu Nian snorted, “I’m not telling you.”
Fang Lin smiled and didn’t ask any further.
Ye ngxian appeared, gave everyone a few encouraging words, and then everyone went back to rest.
The second day, the Nine Countries Talent Battle continued.
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