Chapter 877 Meeting Mei Yingxue Again
Chapter 877: Chapter 877: Meeting Mei Yingxue Again Chapter 877: Chapter 877: Meeting Mei Yingxue Again A figure appeared, and it was surprisingly a woman clad in rather plain clothes, with a fairly pretty face, yet she didn’t seem to be of any notable lineage—definitely not a Heavenly Beloved Girl from some grand clan or great power.
She looked to be in her twenties, tall and slender, with a hint of coldness in her brow, as if she was indifferent to everyone.
Fang Lin merely glanced at her, while she stared back at him with an even more piercing gaze.
The next moment, the woman attacked without warning, pouring all her strength into her assault as if she was desperate to secure victory in this encounter.
Her hands reached out, exuding a fierce aura as if they were the claws of an eagle, aiming straight for Fang Lin’s chest.
Fang Lin’s expression remained calm, without a hint of panic. As the woman lunged at him, he suddenly stepped forward.
Boom!
A terrifying momentum burst forth. Fang Lin didn’t make a move, but it was with his sheer presence alone that he sent the woman reeling backwards.
The woman retreated repeatedly, her face filled with shock. She could tell that Fang Lin was only at the Spirit Vein realm and seemed to be merely at the first layer of Spirit Vein. How could he possess such an imposing aura?
“You’re no match for me,” Fang Lin said coldly, and though he didn’t show any scorn, he assumed the poise of a victor.
The woman, furious, began to exude waves of a sinister aura.
In the next instant, her figure disappeared, only to reappear behind Fang Lin.
Her claws struck in unison, both aimed at Fang Lin’s vital points, and that sinister aura, upon touching Fang Lin’s body, immediately sent shivers down his spine.
Thump!
He turned and threw a punch, colliding with the woman’s palms.
In this exchange, Fang Lin came out on top again. The woman screamed as she was sent flying, her hands now deformed.
Fang Lin didn’t give her much chance to recover, stepping forward and utilizing the Nine Heavens Step Skill. In almost an instant, he was right before the woman.
The woman’s gaze shifted. She was already fast, but she hadn’t expected Fang Lin to be even faster, leaving her with almost no time to react.
Another punch was launched. The woman bit her lip hard and slapped the Nine Palace Bag.
A purple seashell emerged, emitting waves of ocean sounds, and positioned itself in front of her.
Fang Lin’s fierce punch landed on the purple seashell, and the shell, with waves emerging on it, promptly bounced Fang Lin away.
“Huh?” Fang Lin uttered in surprise, sensing something amiss—the purple seashell could completely neutralize his power.
Given a chance to breathe, the woman drew a short sword and, with the purple seashell protecting her, she did not retreat but advanced, striking at Fang Lin once more.
“The treasure is quite nice,” Fang Lin said with a faint smile, not resorting to any magical artifacts. If he needed such artifacts to deal with this kind of opposition, there would be no point in continuing to participate in the battle among the Talents of the Nine Countries.
He didn’t bother to clash with the purple seashell head-on. The treasure could dissolve any attacking force, so there was no need for Fang Lin to exert himself in vain.
His Spirit Eye opened, shedding blue light all around, and in an instant, the woman was enveloped by the light from Fang Lin’s Spirit Eye, her movement restricted, her speed greatly diminished.
“Not good!” The woman blanched, and she immediately opened her own Spirit Eye, attempting to resist.
Yet, she found that even with her Spirit Eye opened, she was unable to counter the power of Fang Lin’s Spirit Eye. It was as if their Spirit Eyes were not on the same level at all.
The next moment, Fang Lin reached out his hand and directly grasped the woman’s throat, then abruptly lifted her up and violently smashed her into the ground.
With a thud, the woman immediately spat out blood, her entire body seemingly smashed into numbness as if she had lost all sensation, feeling as though all her internal organs had shifted.
This blow had robbed the woman of the ability to continue fighting, and it also made her acutely aware of the gap between her and her opponent.
Fang Lin’s expression was indifferent, harboring not the slightest bit of pity for the fairer sex. In his eyes, an opponent was an opponent; defeating them was what mattered most—male or female, or even if they were as beautiful as celestial beings, they still needed to be bested if necessary.
The woman’s figure disappeared from the spot, carrying an expression of unwillingness, while a voice simultaneously announced, “Fang Dading, victory in one match.”
Since this was the second phase of the Talent combat, all previous victories from the first phase were wiped clean, and the accumulation started anew.
However, the rules for the second phase of the Talent combat were somewhat different from the first. In the first phase, losing ten straight matches meant elimination, while accumulating thirty losses also led to disqualification.
In the second phase, you would only be eliminated after suffering fifteen consecutive losses; there was no tally of total defeats.
Of course, since only five thousand could advance to the later stages of the Talent combat, anyone not ranked in the top five thousand after one month would also be eliminated.
Coming out of the solitary space, Fang Lin glanced at the Talent leaderboard; his name had not changed much, still ranking in the nine hundreds.
Although Fang Lin’s ranking was quite high, if he were to suffer consecutive defeats, he would quickly be overtaken by those behind him.
Only by continuously securing victories could one maintain their position or even overtake those ahead.
Over the course of five days, Fang Lin had defeated his opponents without resorting to much of his arsenal of techniques, climbing the ranks to the top eight hundred.
While Dugu Nian and Mo Yun had also advanced to the next phase of the Talent combat, their circumstances were not the same.
Dugu Nian, with greatly increased strength, had achieved quite a few victories, losing only two matches.
Mo Yun, on the other hand, was rather pitiful, winning one match and losing the next. Although he did not suffer consecutive losses, his rank kept slipping.
Mo Yun knew that he definitely could not enter the top five thousand. It was already quite an achievement to have gotten this far into the second phase of the Talent combat, and to advance further would require a sudden increase in strength; otherwise, there was no chance.
Even for Dugu Nian, who had significantly improved, it was very difficult to break into the top five thousand ranks because there were simply too many talented Martial Artists from the Nine Countries. The fewer the number of competitors, it meant that those who remained were all masters.
On the sixth day, Fang Lin once again stepped into the solitary space, and his opponent appeared at the same time.
Seeing the person opposite him, Fang Lin was momentarily stunned, and so was the other person.
Another familiar face!
Clad in a light pink dress, her appearance was both beautiful and moving, carrying a gentle and graceful air, holding a paper umbrella in her hand.
This person was Mei Yingxue, the top young expert from Xuan Country’s Heavenly Fragrance Valley!
Fang Lin did not expect to encounter Mei Yingxue; this was getting interesting.
Mei Yingxue looked at Fang Lin, her expression also slightly dazed, then a faint smile appeared on her face.
“Fang Lin, long time no see,” Mei Yingxue initiated the conversation, her voice ringing like a bell, clear and pleasant.
“I didn’t expect to meet you here; it seems we’re quite fated,” Fang Lin said with a smile.