Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Victory Without Joy Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Victory Without Joy “You’re quite good. Aside from a previous fight with a guy from Qing Nation, I’ve never suffered such injuries. You’re the second one,” the burly man said with a cold smile, wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.
“So that ans I’m pretty impressive, huh,” Fang Lin said with a grin, feeling a touch of self-satisfaction.
The burly man showed a faint sneer, “You deserve my full strength to defeat you. After you lose, rember my na. I am Ying Li.”
Fang Lin scratched his head, looking a bit embarrassed, “About that, I’m not so good at rembering people’s nas, so I probably won’t rember it.”
Upon hearing this, Ying Li snorted heavily, and the Buddhist scriptures on his arms started to float up, all rging into Ying Li’s body.
This sight made Fang Lin feel even more wary; these were clearly not martial arts from the Nine Countries, but from the Seven Seas’ Buddhist Sect.
“Why do you know Buddhist Sect martial arts?” Fang Lin asked.
Ying Li replied expressionlessly, “Don’t you know? There have been several great wars between the Nine Countries and the Seven Seas. So martial arts from there have also been acquired by the Nine Countries.”
Fang Lin nodded upon hearing this. He had only heard a little about the wars between the Nine Countries and the Seven Seas and wasn’t very clear on the details.
As the scriptures kept rging into Ying Li, Fang Lin could clearly feel that the man’s vitality was growing more exuberant, having completely broken through the limits of the Ninth Layer Spirit Vein, comparable to a practitioner in the Spirit Bone realm.
Fang Lin’s eyes grew solemn; he hadn’t expected this guy to grow even stronger.
At this mont, Ying Li’s physical strength and power had both reached the level of the Spirit Bone realm. In this state, even when facing a real Spirit Bone expert, he would have the capacity to fight.
Fang Lin inwardly sighed, truly worthy of being a talent from the Upper Three Countries. This guy was obviously much more formidable than the swordsman he had encountered before, not at the sa level at all.
“Indeed, a person from the Upper Three Countries should never be underestimated,” Fang Lin said, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
When all the scriptures had rged into his body, Ying Li’s mouth curled with a mocking smile, and he shot toward Fang Lin like an arrow released from its bow.
Before he even arrived, his montum was unleashed first, like a huge wave, fiercely slamming into Fang Lin.
The re force of this montum had already made Fang Lin’s stance unstable. If Ying Li’s physical body were to strike, Fang Lin would surely be unable to withstand it.
At the critical mont, Fang Lin controlled the dark seal. Black light surged on it as he fiercely smashed it toward Ying Li.
“Your treasure will no longer bother !” Ying Li shouted loudly. As he punched out, the force of his blood qi turned into a fierce tiger, slamming heavily into the dark seal.
Boom!
A massive sound erupted, and the dark seal was sent flying backward, completely unable to block Ying Li at the peak of his condition.
Seeing this, Fang Lin, without any hesitation, slapped the Nine Palace Bag and took out The Ancient Lamp of Fla God.
“I didn’t want to use this treasure, but you’re too formidable,” Fang Lin said, holding The Ancient Lamp of Fla God, into which he dropped his own essence blood.
In an instant, flas swept out, carrying an extrely scorching breath, as if they would burn everything to ashes.
Ying Li’s heart skipped a beat and he imdiately halted, staring gravely at the approaching flas.
The next mont, Ying Li also spared no effort. With a slap on the Nine Palace Bag, a golden bronze bell appeared, exuding an imposing aura and directly flying above him.
Flas surged forth, and the golden bell shook violently, a force of absorption erging.
The flas seed to be affected, no longer moving towards Ying Li, but instead, they were continuously drawn into the golden bell.
Seizing this opportunity, Ying Li’s figure shifted, and he appeared directly in front of Fang Lin, throwing a fierce punch straight at Fang Lin’s face.
Fang Lin did not retreat, his expression extrely icy. Even with the impressive punch almost upon him, he showed not the slightest fear.
It was as if he had completely given up, or as if he had not seen the incoming punch at all.
In Fang Lin’s hand, the Ancient Lamp of Fla God sparked to life once more, and a Fist of Flas instantly congealed into existence.
Everything happened too suddenly, Ying Li couldn’t react in ti. He was too close to Fang Lin, and with the punch already at the point of no return, there was no room to withdraw or step back.
When fists collided, flas exploded with a bang, an extrely searing heat instantly engulfing them both.
With the Ancient Lamp of Fla God in hand, Fang Lin was unhard by the flas, not even feeling the slightest heat.
But Ying Li was not so fortunate; being too close, the explosion of the flas enveloped him entirely, the scorching heat severely damaging his body almost instantly.
After all, he was flesh and blood, far from being invincible against fire and water. Even if soone was immune to fire and water, the power of the Ancient Lamp of Fla God was far stronger than ordinary flas, possessing unimaginable might.
Ying Li scread, his body stained by flas as he rushed forward, flailing on the ground trying to extinguish the fire on his body.
Fang Lin walked out of the flas, holding the Ancient Lamp of Fla God, completely unhard, as if nothing had happened.
Watching Ying Li, still struggling and roaring on the ground, Fang Lin imdiately used the Ancient Lamp of Fla God to absorb the flas from his body.
Even so, Ying Li was half-dead, many parts of his body no longer resembling human flesh, charred black.
“You’ve lost,” said Fang Lin, his face showing neither joy nor sorrow, devoid of any pleasure in defeating a strong enemy.
Ying Li lay on the ground, his breathing faint, half his charred face revealing a look of unwillingness and ferocity.
“Your victory is without honor,” Ying Li said through gritted teeth, seemingly trying to struggle to his feet.
Fang Lin gave him no chance, issuing a punch that knocked him to the ground.
A flash of light, and Ying Li disappeared from Fang Lin’s sight, the announcent of his own victory echoing in his ears.
Letting out a breath, Fang Lin put away the Ancient Lamp of Fla God, his eyes filled with sobriety.
In this battle, he had indeed won without honor, but no matter what, he had won, overcoming the opponent.
Yet, the strength of Ying Li put imnse pressure on Fang Lin; was this the real power of a Talent from the Upper Three Countries? If the Upper Three Countries possessed more people like Ying Li, or even more formidable, the thought of the upcoming battle of Talents from the Nine Countries was unimaginable for Fang Lin.
Fang Lin did not wish to encounter such strong enemies again, winning with the help of treasures. If he really had to do so, he could have just relied on his treasures from the start and bulldozed his way through, sparing himself so much effort.
anwhile, in the distant lands of Yuan Country, within an ancient and majestic hall, the battered Ying Li appeared.
Seeing Ying Li in such a state, everyone inside the hall was shocked and dismayed.
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