Novel Full Chapter 994 993 Easy Victory
Chapter 994: Chapter 993: Easy Victory Chapter 994: Chapter 993: Easy Victory Fang Lin stood on the array platform, looking at his opponent standing a hundred steps away.
“Master Fang, I didn’t expect to encounter you,” the man began, his tone carrying hints of good fortune and joy.
Fang Lin was speechless. Did he look that weak? Why are you looking like you’ve caught a soft persimmon?
Fang Lin’s opponent, a man who appeared to be in his thirties, had a gaunt face and a pair of sharp eyes. Being stared at by him was like being watched by a wolf.
The man’s attire was distinctly that of someone from Yuan Country.
“Master Fang, remember my name. I’ll be merciful so that you won’t lose too shamefully,” the man from Yuan Country said with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
Fang Lin scratched his head: “What’s your name again?”
Upon hearing this, the man’s expression froze. Fang Lin didn’t even remember his name—was this contempt or simply disregard?
“My name is Nie Kun!” the man said with an ugly expression.
Fang Lin nodded repeatedly, saying with an awkward smile, “Got it, got it.”
Seeing this from below, the crowd burst into laughter. This Fang Dading is quite interesting, already throwing his opponent off balance with his words.
Nie Kun snorted coldly, no longer wanting to waste words with Fang Lin; what he wanted was a victory.
Suddenly, Nie Kun moved gracefully like a wolf, closing the distance to less than ten steps from Fang Lin in the blink of an eye.
This speed was very rare among spirit vein martial artists.
Nie Kun saw that Fang Lin had no reaction and sneered in his heart. He reached out a hand, his palm like a sharp claw, heading straight for Fang Lin’s chest.
But just when Nie Kun was about to succeed, Fang Lin nonchalantly extended his right hand and, with a slap, grabbed Nie Kun’s incoming palm.
With this move, Nie Kun was unable to advance any further—as if his hand were trapped in an iron hoop, unable to move.
Nie Kun’s expression changed, and he tried to retract and retreat, but the strength of Fang Lin’s grip made him feel as though he couldn’t struggle at all.
Fang Lin smiled faintly and kicked out at Nie Kun. Although his movement wasn’t quick, Nie Kun, with one hand grasped by Fang Lin, couldn’t dodge at all.
With no other choice, Nie Kun could only try to block with his other hand.
A crackling sound was heard, followed by a scream from Nie Kun. His arm bent unnaturally, obviously broken by Fang Lin’s kick.
The crowd’s expressions changed; the strength of Fang Lin’s kick must have been tremendous to break Nie Kun’s arm like that.
However, after that kick, Fang Lin did not attack Nie Kun any further. He simply tossed him out with a light throw.
Nie Kun staggered backward, his face covered in cold sweat from the pain, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Had he really lost just like that? He hadn’t even used many of his techniques or his treasures yet, and he had lost?
Nie Kun couldn’t believe it, but the pain from his broken arm screamed the bitter reality.
He had indeed lost, and lost decisively, not even close to being on the same level as his opponent.
Even if Nie Kun had other techniques to use, the outcome would not have changed.
In the face of absolute strength, all tactics are useless—merely fodder for laughter.
Nie Kun’s expression was desolate, his heart filled with reluctance, but he could only accept the defeat, for he was indeed outmatched.
“I lost,” Nie Kun said, then swiftly left the array platform.
The crowd below, meanwhile, was shocked by Fang Lin’s performance.
“What’s going on? Did Nie Kun actually just lose?”
“Of course he admitted defeat, his arm was kicked and broken, fighting on would have been pointless.”
“But Nie Kun is at least at the Ninth Layer of Spirit Vein, how could he be taken down so easily?”
“Nie Kun isn’t weak, it’s his opponent who’s too strong!”
“But that Fang Lin, isn’t he a Master of Pill?”
“We all underestimated him, he’s a talent with a mastery in both Alchemy and Martial arts!”
“Impressive, I always thought he was an easy target.”
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Not only were the talents of Sea Moon City astonished, but many of the Martial Artists watching the battle were also shocked by Fang Lin’s strength.
Especially some of the Martial Artists from Yuan Country, who found it very hard to accept that Nie Kun, although not the most significant of Yuan Country’s talents, was a compatriot who had just lost to an unknown like Fang Dading, which was quite unexpected.
“What’s the background of this Fang Dading? How did he defeat Nie Kun in just a few moves?”
“Did Nie Kun take his opponent too lightly? He shouldn’t have lost this quickly.”
“I thought Nie Kun would easily win, who knew it would turn out like this.”
“His opponent isn’t simple, but Nie Kun lost unjustly.”
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In the VIP stands, after Fang Lin defeated Nie Kun, expressions varied.
Ye Mengxian naturally wore a satisfied expression, smiling involuntarily.
As for Tuoba Lie from Yuan Country, he frowned, evidently not expecting Nie Kun, a talent of his country, to be defeated so cleanly by his opponent.
Meng Haiwen and the Pingbei King both looked surprised.
“Tiankui’s disciple does have some skills, his physical body is comparable to a Spirit Bone,” the Pingbei King nodded as he spoke.
Meng Haiwen did not speak, and even when he looked at Fang Lin, a flash of darkness crossed the depths of his eyes.
As a vassal of Qing Nation’s royal family, Meng Haiwen was naturally viewed as belonging to Qing Nation’s royal household. He knew of the great battle that had taken place between Fang Lin and Prince Shenkong, which nearly resulted in the prince’s death, causing much dissatisfaction with Fang Lin within Qing Nation’s royal household. And since Fang Lin had also had some discord with Prince Yin Xinghe that evening, Meng Haiwen naturally harbored hostility towards Fang Lin.
However, Meng Haiwen was very secretive and would not easily reveal his feelings.
Having defeated Nie Kun, Fang Lin didn’t need to fight again for now. He would wait until the first round was over and half the talents were eliminated, before the second round of the contest started.
The strength demonstrated by Fang Lin in his fight with Nie Kun also aroused some wariness in several formidable characters like Ying Xinghe.
However, they still did not regard Fang Lin as a significant threat, believing that although Fang Lin was strong, he was not on the same level as them.
Ling Wushuang, watching Fang Lin leave the high platform, revealed a hint of coldness and contempt on her lips.
“If this is all he’s capable of, then he is destined to be trampled underfoot by me,” Ling Wushuang thought to herself.
“We must not be careless, this man’s strength has not been fully revealed,” an elder next to Ling Wushuang remarked.
This elder was obviously a member of the Ling Family, and seemed to be a senior of Ling Wushuang’s, given his simple and ancient appearance along with a profound and enduring aura.
Ling Wushuang snorted, “Even if he has something held back, he can’t possibly be my match, it’s a pity I didn’t encounter him in the first round, otherwise I would’ve surely shown him my prowess.”
The elder frowned, glanced at Ling Wushuang, but said nothing more.