The Extreme Alchemist of the Mighty Cauldron-Chapter 833 - : Ling Family Martial Artist

Chapter 833: Chapter 833: Ling Family Martial Artist

The final ten days will solidify the rankings of the top ten thousand on the Talent List.

At this stage, no one wants to fail, especially those martial artists hovering around eight or nine thousand in the rankings, they are fighting tooth and nail to keep their place within the top ten thousand.

By now, those who can maintain a winning streak are few, and Fang Lin’s consecutive wins have reached forty-three, finally breaking into the top two thousand.

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In the entire North Town Hall, the best record naturally belongs to Fang Lin. Apart from him, everyone else has more losses than wins, with some even losing ten matches in a row and being directly eliminated.

Besides Fang Lin, only Mo Yun and Dugu Nian from the North Town Hall are within the top ten thousand. Although a few others haven’t been eliminated, their rankings are already outside the top ten thousand, and it’s nearly impossible for them to break into the top ten thousand in the last ten days.

Of course, these few haven’t given up hope. If they encounter some extremely weak opponents and miraculously win back to back, it’s still possible for them to break into the top ten thousand.

Even for Mo Yun and Dugu Nian, their rankings are not stable, both hovering around nine thousand. If they lose a few more matches, they will be pushed out of the top ten thousand right away.

This outcome leaves the Hall Master, Ye Mengxian, quite helpless. She really hopes to see more people from North Town Hall make it into the top ten thousand, but reality is always so cruel. In the worst-case scenario, only Fang Lin might persist into the next phase, with all others eliminated.

However, this situation isn’t unique to North Town Hall. Among the other thirty-two halls, some are in even worse straits.

Some halls haven’t even had a single person make it into the top ten thousand until now, which is truly miserable.

No wonder, the Nine Countries Talent competition is a test of martial arts prowess, and for these pill refiners from the Pill Alliance to compete in martial strength with martial arts talents from all over is asking too much.

One consoling fact for Ye Mengxian is that Fang Lin’s performance is quite good, having surged into the top two thousand. With such a record, even if Fang Lin loses a dozen more matches, he won’t fall out of the top ten thousand, which is quite secure.

With a flash of light, Dugu Nian returned from the independent space, her face showing a touch of dejection.

Fang Lin glanced at her and smiled, “Lost again?”

Dugu Nian snorted, “I met an opponent whose age is almost the same as my dad’s, which is really infuriating.”

Fang Lin smiled, knowing from Dugu Nian’s expression that she was not reconciled to the loss.

After all, this Talent competition has a rather lenient age restriction. As long as one hasn’t exceeded forty years old, they may participate. Therefore, one might face some older martial artists. These individuals may not have the same talent as the younger generation, but with age comes much longer training, which means their cultivation and strength are certainly not weak.

Fang Lin had already defeated several martial artists in their thirties, but with Dugu Nian’s insufficient strength, facing such mature-aged martial artists would naturally result in defeat.

“How many matches have you lost now?” Fang Lin asked.

Dugu Nian glanced at her jade slip and said with some resignation, “I’ve lost eighteen matches, and now I’m on a four-match losing streak.”

Fang Lin replied with a light smile, “It doesn’t matter, just win a few more matches, and you should be able to stay within the top ten thousand.”

But Dugu Nian was not as optimistic as Fang Lin. With her Heavenly Origin eighth layer strength barely keeping her around nine thousand in the rankings, it was already quite a struggle, and with these few days remaining, if she continues to lose, dropping out of the top ten thousand is almost certain.

“Your cousin, his ranking is quite good, even higher than mine,” Fang Lin remarked.

The cousin Fang Lin referred to was naturally Dugu Ruoxu, who was currently within the top two thousand on the Talent List, ranking over thirty places higher than Fang Lin.

No sooner had he spoken than a light fell, sending Fang Lin into an independent space.

This was Fang Lin’s forty-fourth match. Having already won so many consecutive matches, he was feeling very calm at this moment.

The next moment, his opponent appeared.

“Hm? You’re Fang Lin!” The moment that person appeared, his gaze was fixed on Fang Lin with a trace of darkness in his eyes.

Fang Lin’s brows furrowed slightly as he also stared at the man, although he didn’t recognize him.

The man appeared to be in his thirties, dressed in black, with a rather burly build and an ordinary face, but the aura he radiated was that of the fourth layer of Spirit Vein.

“You know me?” Fang Lin asked.

The man in black snorted, his face showing obvious hostility, “You dishonored my Ling Family, and now that I’ve come across you today, I must teach you a lesson.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Lin couldn’t help but laugh. So this fellow was from the Ling Family; no wonder he looked like he wanted to tear Fang Lin apart at first glance.

As the Ling Family was an Alchemy Tao noble family, naturally it had many martial experts, but the odds of encountering someone from the Ling Family in the battle of the talents of the Nine Countries were relatively small.

This man in black was the first person from the Ling Family that Fang Lin had encountered.

“Since you are from the Ling Family, then I have no reservations. I’ll beat you to a pulp,” Fang Lin said with a cold laugh.

The man in black also sneered, “I know that ordinary Spirit Vein Martial Artists are no match for you, but I, Ling Zhong, am not one of those useless layabouts. You are nothing in my eyes.”

“Oh, then let’s give it a try,” Fang Lin said indifferently, beckoning Ling Zhong with a gesture full of scorn.

“Court death!” Enraged by being looked down upon, Ling Zhong immediately swung his large hand, manifesting a towering Palm Impression that came crashing down towards Fang Lin.

Fang Lin didn’t dodge or have anywhere to dodge to; he unleashed the Kylin Fist in response.

Roar!

Accompanied by the roar of the Kylin, the Kylin Fist Impression burst forth to meet the mighty Palm Impression head-on.

Boom!!!

A loud crash sounded, and the towering Palm Impression instantly collapsed, while the Kylin Fist Impression dimmed but did not dissipate.

Seeing this, a look of shock flashed in Ling Zhong’s eyes.

“Suppress him!” Ling Zhong once again executed his martial arts, as large hands emerged one after another, stacking up like mountains as they pressed down on Fang Lin.

Without a word, Fang Lin used the Finger of the Firmament, shooting a beam of light that pierced through several Palm Impressions, but it still couldn’t block all the Palm Impressions from coming down.

As the Palm Impressions came bearing down on him, Fang Lin’s Spirit Eye opened, and a surge of blue light formed a protective light screen around him.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!!

The Palm Impressions fell one after another, striking the light screen formed by the power of Spirit Eyes.

The seemingly fragile light screen, however, resiliently withstood Ling Zhong’s offensive.

In the next moment, Fang Lin’s feet moved with the Nine Heavens Step Skill, disappearing from Ling Zhong’s field of vision like a phantom.

When he reappeared, Fang Lin was already behind him.