Chapter 840: Chapter 840: Spirit Eye Overwhelming
Although the Long Family was an Alchemy Tao family, they also had a profound martial arts heritage; otherwise, it would have been impossible for a group of young masters led by Long Zhiming to erge.
The dragon claw that bore a trace of dragon’s might attacked, and the forceful wind seed as if it wanted to destroy everything in its path.
Upon seeing this, Fang Lin remained unflustered and executed the Kylin Fist.
Roar!
With the roar of the Kylin, a massive imprint of the Kylin Fist burst forth, fully revealing the aura of the ancient exotic beast.
“What powerful martial arts!” exclaid Long Zhiming, who had been quite indifferent from a distance, unable to help but praise.
In the confrontation between the Kylin Fist and the dragon claw, both carried the breath of exotic beasts, but without a doubt, the aura of Fang Lin’s Kylin Fist was even stronger.
With a thunderous boom, the violent inner strength dispersed in all directions, causing so of the onlookers to be affected and to retreat repeatedly.
The dragon claw that Long Xunhai had used appeared extrely fragile under the fierce and robust strength of the Kylin Fist imprint and was crushed in no ti at all.
“What?” Long Xunhai was shocked and dismayed as the pitch-black imprint of the Kylin Fist approached him.
With an unpleasant look on his face, Long Xunhai gritted his teeth and ford swords with his fingers, suddenly pointing towards the Kylin Fist imprint.
With one extension of his finger, a sharp and peerless sword energy appeared, resembling a concentrated wave that carried an exceptional piercing force.
The sword energy effortlessly struck the Kylin Fist imprint, causing it to shake violently, and its strength quickly diminished.
“Interesting,” Fang Lin said with a light smile, unfazed by his Kylin Fist imprint being obstructed.
Long Xunhai gasped continuously. After using two supre martial arts of the Long Family one after another, the results were excellent. However, they also greatly drained him.
“How can he be this strong?” Long Xunhai inwardly cursed, having originally thought he could easily crush this person nad Fang Lin, only to find his opponent to be a tough nut, surprisingly strong.
Long Xunhai had thoughts of retreat, no longer wanting to continue fighting Fang Lin, after all, there was no deep-seated hatred. If he lost the battle, it would be a massive loss of face.
But now, Long Xunhai found himself in a difficult position, having fought to this extent. If he claid he no longer wished to fight, wouldn’t that be too embarrassing?
Yet, if he continued the battle, Long Xunhai wasn’t certain he could defeat Fang Lin. And if he lost, it would still be a loss of face.
Long Xunhai continued to curse inwardly, his expression extrely unsightly, hating Ling Zhongri and his two companions.
“If not for these three damned fools, how could I have fallen into such trouble? It’s infuriating!” Long Xunhai glared fiercely at Ling Zhongri and his companions.
Ling Zhongri and the other two were also extrely embarrassed. Even they hadn’t expected Long Xunhai to be put at a disadvantage. Fang Lin’s prowess was greatly beyond their anticipation.
“So, do you still want to continue the fight?” Fang Lin asked with a smile, observing Long Xunhai’s constantly changing expression.
Long Xunhai was furious to death; how could he respond to that? It was clearly a deliberate move to make him lose face.
“Co on! Let show you the might of the Descendants of the Long Family!” Long Xunhai steeled his heart—since he could no longer save face, he could only do his utmost to defeat Fang Lin and recover so dignity.
Long Xunhai slapped his Nine Palace Bag at his waist and drew out a purple-golden spear. The spear was sharp and cold, twinkling with a chilling light, and an aura of Demon Qi wafted around it, clearly a weapon out of the ordinary.
“Draw your weapon,” Long Xunhai said, holding the spear with its tip aid directly at Fang Lin, his voice cold.
Fang Lin smiled slightly, his Spirit Eye opened, and with the power of spirit eyes, he conjured a long spear.
Seeing this, Long Xunhai’s brows furrowed, a flash of anger in his eyes. He felt that Fang Lin was belittling him by not drawing an actual weapon, only using one created by the power of spirit eyes to confront him, which was overly presumptuous.
“Kill!” Long Xunhai shouted, and with the spear in his hand, like a Flood Dragon erging from water, he charged straight at Fang Lin.
With the spear in hand, Long Xunhai’s entire deanor had completely changed compared to just monts before.
It was as if Long Xunhai holding the spear was the true Long Xunhai.
The spear, fast as thunder, ca thrusting forward with an unstoppable montum—anyone facing this spear would feel as though there was nowhere to hide.
This was Long Xunhai’s true strength; the spear was his most powerful weapon.
Faced with this thrust, Fang Lin showed a hint of surprise and swung the spear ford from the power of his spirit eyes.
Clang!!!
The sound of tal striking tal rang out, the spears collided, and imdiately a series of air waves burst forth.
Fang Lin’s figure swayed slightly, and there were a few cuts on his arms, inflicted by the astonishing aura of Long Xunhai’s spear.
In contrast, Long Xunhai’s face turned pale, but he stood upright and unbending, just like the purple-gold spear in his hand.
“Good!” Fang Lin exclaid in admiration, opening his Spirit Eye.
“Hmph!” Long Xunhai snorted coldly, also opening his Spirit Eye to counter Fang Lin’s.
The clash of the power of their spirit eyes was brief, but the victor was quickly determined.
Long Xunhai cried out, retreating backwards as blood flowed from his spirit eyes, his expression extrely grim.
Unaffected, Fang Lin had completely defeated Long Xunhai in the clash of Spirit Eyes.
“You lost,” said Fang Lin, as the spear ford by the power of his spirit eyes vanished, speaking indifferently to Long Xunhai.
Long Xunhai clenched his teeth, fury and even greater shock and unwillingness filled his heart.
The onlookers were all shocked; they had witnessed the clash of spirit eyes between Long Xunhai and Fang Lin, and it was an utter rout.
“Close to the level of the Heavenly Eye!” Long Zhiming said, and even soone of his stature could not help but be astounded by Fang Lin.
Fang Lin’s Spirit Eye was very close to the level of the Heavenly Eye; just one step further and he would almost possess a true Heavenly Eye.
Ordinary Spirit Eyes were no match for Fang Lin, easily suppressed by him unless they were on the sa level as his Spirit Eye.
Long Xunhai’s Spirit Eye was naturally far inferior to Fang Lin’s; once their Spirit Eyes clashed, the victory was decided.
As expected, Long Xunhai lost, wounded by the Spirit Eye, and even with a formidable weapon, he was unable to defeat Fang Lin.
“You have my thanks,” Fang Lin said with a faint smile.
Long Xunhai put away his purple-gold spear, his expression somber, and returned to where the Descendants of the Long Family were.
No one mocked Long Xunhai; aside from Long Zhiming, facing Fang Lin, the others of the Long Family would likely be at no advantage.
Just the disparity of the Spirit Eyes was hard to overco, not to ntion Fang Lin’s robust physique and exquisite martial arts. Though his realm was not high, he was certainly a formidable character.
At that mont, everyone’s gaze turned to Long Zhiming.
Long Xunhai’s loss to Fang Lin was not a crushing defeat, but it certainly hurt the honor of the Long Family, and for a family of such ancient and foremost status in the way of Alchemy Tao, such a failure was utterly unacceptable.
Fang Lin also looked towards Long Zhiming, with a faint smile playing on his lips.
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