Chapter 879 Chapter 979 Genius of the Upper Three Countries
Chapter 879: Chapter 979: Genius of the Upper Three Countries Chapter 879: Chapter 979: Genius of the Upper Three Countries Heavenly Fragrance Valley, located in the eastern part of Xuan Country, is one of the few utopias in the Nine Countries, featuring exceptionally rare seas of flowers and mulberry fields.
A senior expert who once traveled the world, upon witnessing the scenery of Heavenly Fragrance Valley, left behind a verse that has been passed down for many years:
“To find a parallel in human lands is vain, it stands alone as the foremost fragrance known to man!”
Amidst the sea of flowers, many female disciples of Heavenly Fragrance watched the colossal projection. Seeing the moment when Mei Yingxue was defeated, a number of the disciples sighed.
“Sister Mei actually lost.”
“There’s nothing that can be done, her opponent was that Fang Lin who once caused a great disturbance in Xuan City.”
“It’s hard to believe that this Fang Lin has become so powerful now.”
“Sister Mei’s strength has already surpassed that of the former Crown Prince Zhou Yishui, yet she’s still no match for Fang Lin.”
“It only goes to show that Fang Lin is simply too strong.”
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“Master, I have let you down,” Mei Yingxue said somewhat dejectedly while looking at the Valley Master of Heavenly Fragrance, speaking softly.
The Valley Master of Heavenly Fragrance smiled faintly, “Don’t worry about it. You’ve done your best. It’s not something that can be forced when the opponent is stronger than you are.”
Mei Yingxue asked, “Master, do you think Fang Lin can advance to the next round of the Nine Countries Talent battle?”
Hearing this, the Valley Master of Heavenly Fragrance’s smile faded, her expression becoming somewhat serious, “I can’t see through this child’s strength. If he has already used his full strength today, then it could be difficult for him to advance to the next phase. But if he still has something hidden, then there likely won’t be any problem.”
Mei Yingxue’s face showed complex emotions. Back when Fang Lin was in Xuan Country, his abilities were far inferior to hers, but now he had surpassed her and even seemed to harbor the intention to compete with the talents from the Upper Three Countries.
Although Mei Yingxue didn’t feel jealous, she found it hard to settle her feelings for a while.
“There is no need to be disheartened. The martial arts of our Heavenly Fragrance Valley are not weaker than many sects of the Upper Three Countries. With your talent, Yingxue, there’s no reason you can’t catch up with those people from the Upper Three Countries,” the Valley Master of Heavenly Fragrance comforted her.
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After defeating Mei Yingxue, Fang Lin too had a lot to reflect on. His current strength had indeed changed dramatically from the past; compared to when he was in Xuan Country, it felt like the difference between heaven and earth.
But could such strength really allow him to contend with those terrifying prodigies from the Upper Three Countries?
Fang Lin was not being unduly modest; it was just that the talents from the Upper Three Countries were too monstrous and completely defied conventional reasoning.
Up until now, Fang Lin had only had a few exchanges with Long Zhiming, and even in the Upper Three Countries, Long Zhiming was not among the strongest batch of talented martial artists. There were far more terrifying martial artists than Long Zhiming to contend with.
“I hope I don’t encounter the talents from the Upper Three Countries too soon, otherwise I’m afraid it will be quite a blow,” Fang Lin thought to himself, followed by a wry smile as he realized he was actually feeling timid.
Half a month later, Fang Lin’s ranking climbed once again, reaching a position of just over six hundred, which was quite safe. Essentially, as long as there were no major accidents, he could steadily advance to the next stage of the Nine Countries Talent battle.
In this half month, all of Fang Lin’s opponents had been strong, with no particularly weak ones, and he had even encountered two young masters from Ling Country, which truly made Fang Lin exert himself quite a bit.
Ling Country was also one of the Middle Three Kingdoms, but its national power was slightly above that of Xuan Country; Fang Lin had hardly come in contact with the prodigies of Ling Country.
The two Ling Country experts he encountered were indeed formidable; their strength was not inferior to that of Mei Yingxue.
Of course, Fang Lin still defeated them; with his current strength, sweeping through the common Spirit Vein powerhouses was very easy.
As for Mo Yun and Dugu Nian, the situation was not so good.
Mo Yun had already suffered fifteen consecutive defeats and had been eliminated, no longer qualified to participate in the Nine Countries Talent Competition.
Dugu Nian fared a bit better, but she also faced consecutive defeats; her opponents were more formidable one after another, and she even encountered someone from the Upper Three Countries.
According to Dugu Nian herself, that expert from the Upper Three Countries possessed the realm of the Eighth Layer of Spirit Vein, nearing the Ninth Layer, and also had formidable physical strength; her music had little effect on him, and in the end, she was defeated by him.
Although she had faced several defeats, Dugu Nian’s own strength was improving through constant combat, and she was already about to break through Spirit Vein.
Three more days passed, and after concluding another match, Dugu Nian, despite her failure, successfully stepped into the First Layer of Spirit Vein.
With this, in the subsequent battles of the Talent Competition, Dugu Nian would not be at such a great disadvantage in terms of realm.
By the twentieth day, Fang Lin finally met an extremely formidable opponent.
Within the independent space, as Fang Lin appeared, a sword-wielding man also materialized across from him.
The moment that sword-wielding man appeared, Fang Lin’s gaze became solemn; from the man, he sensed an unusually strong aura.
Beyond that, on the sword-wielding man’s face, there was also an obvious arrogance, as if he looked down on everyone.
Fang Lin recognized at a glance that this man must have an extraordinary background and significant strength, otherwise he would not exhibit such an unbridled demeanor.
Upon a closer look at the man, who seemed to be just over thirty, his appearance was not particularly handsome, but he exuded a masculine vigor.
“Hmm? Which country are you from?” The sword-wielding man frowned upon seeing Fang Lin and asked.
Fang Lin serenely answered, “I am a native of Tang Country.”
Upon hearing this, the sword-wielding man’s frown deepened, wondering, “You are a martial artist from Tang Country? What is your name?”
Fang Lin sneered: “My name is not something you can inquire about casually.”
The sword-wielding man, upon hearing this, showed a trace of anger on his face; he was, after all, a talent of the Upper Three Countries, and even among his peers from the Upper Three Countries, not many would speak to him with such an attitude.
“Hmph! Whether you are from Tang Country or not, it’s your misfortune to encounter me,” the sword-wielding man declared, his gaze turning sharp.
Fang Lin dared not be careless; with a pat on the Nine Palace Bag, he pulled out the Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear and held it in front of him, a mighty aura of the Flood Dragon swirling around him, the low roaring of a Flood Dragon faintly audible.
Seeing the Mysterious Sea Dragon Spear in Fang Lin’s hand, the sword-wielding man showed a hint of wariness; he could tell that the spear in Fang Lin’s hand was extraordinary, forged from Flood Dragon Bone—this was not a weapon that ordinary forces could possess. Perhaps, what the man claimed was true; he might indeed be from Tang Country.
Yet, the sword-wielding man was still puzzled; although he was not a native of Tang Country, he knew of the formidable talents from Tang Country, and it seemed there was no such young prodigy from there. Moreover, it seemed that this young talent was merely at the First Layer of Spirit Vein.