In these last ten days, the top 10,000 people on the list of geniuses will be completely stabilized.
At this time, no one is willing to fail, especially those warriors whose rankings are hovering around eight or nine thousand, and they are desperately trying to stay within ten thousand.
At this time, there are not many people who can maintain a winning streak. Fang Lin's winning streak has reached forty-three, and his ranking has finally broken into the top two thousand.
In the entire Zhenbei Hall, Fang Lin had the best record. Apart from him, everyone else had more losses than wins. Some even lost ten games in a row and were kicked out immediately.
Apart from Fang Lin, only Mo Yun and Dugu Nian were ranked within 10,000 in the Zhenbei Palace. Although there were a few others who had not been removed, their rankings were already outside of 10,000. If you want to be in the last ten It is basically impossible to break into the ten thousand.
Of course, these people did not give up. If they encountered some very weak opponents and a miracle happened, they would still be able to break into the top 10,000 with a straight winning streak.
Even Mo Yun and Dugu Nian's rankings are not very stable. Both of them are hovering around 9,000. If they lose a few more games, they will be immediately squeezed out of the 10,000.
Such results make Ye Mengxian, the hall master, very helpless. She really hopes to see more people in Zhenbei Hall enter the ten thousand, but the reality is always so cruel. In the worst case, there may be only Fang Lin can persist until the next stage, and everyone else will be wiped out.
Fortunately, this situation is not limited to Zhenbei Hall. Among the other thirty-two halls, there are even worse situations than Zhenbei Hall.
There are several temples where not even one person has entered the top 10,000, which is truly miserable.
It's no wonder that the Nine Kingdoms Prodigy Battle tests the strength of martial arts. It is too difficult for these alchemists from the Alchemy Alliance to compete with martial arts prodigies from all over the world.
What makes Ye Mengxian happy is that Fang Lin's results are very good and he has already broken into the top two thousand. With such results, even if Fang Lin loses a dozen games in the next, he will not fall out of the top ten thousand. , which is considered very safe.
The light flashed, and Dugu Nian returned from the independent space, with a somewhat depressed look on his face.
Fang Lin glanced at her and said with a smile, "Lost again?"
Dugu Nian snorted: "It's really infuriating to meet an opponent who is almost the same age as my father."
Fang Lin smiled. Looking at Dugu Nian's look, he knew he was unwilling to lose.
After all, the age limit for the Prodigy Battle this time is relatively loose. Anyone who is under forty years old can participate, so you will encounter some older warriors. These people may not be as talented as young people, but after all, their age is here, and they have time to practice. To grow that much, his cultivation and strength will definitely not be weak.
Fang Lin has defeated several warriors in their thirties in a row, but Dugu Nian is not strong enough. When encountering such an older warrior, he will naturally lose.
"How many games have you lost?" Fang Lin asked.
Dugu Nian glanced at his jade slip and said helplessly: "I have lost eighteen games, and I have lost four games in a row."
Fang Lin smiled lightly and said, "It's okay. As long as we win a few games, we won't fall out of the top 10,000."
Dugu Nian is not as optimistic as Fang Lin. With her eighth-level Tianyuan strength, she has barely managed to stabilize her ranking at around 9,000. It is already quite difficult. In the remaining few days, if she continues to lose, she will almost fall out of the top 10,000. That's for sure.
"That cousin of yours has a pretty good ranking now, even higher than me." Fang Lin said.
Fang Lin was naturally talking about Dugu Ruoxu, who was currently ranked within two thousand on the list of geniuses, more than thirty places higher than Fang Lin.
As soon as he finished speaking, a ray of light fell and sent Fang Lin into an independent space.
This was Fang Lin's forty-fourth contest. Fang Lin, who had won so many games in a row, was in a very calm mood at the moment.
The next moment, his opponent appeared.
"Huh? You are Fang Lin!" As soon as the man appeared, he stared at Fang Lin with a gloomy look in his eyes.
Fang Lin frowned slightly and stared at that person, but he didn't recognize him.
The man looked to be in his thirties, dressed in black, relatively tall and ordinary in appearance, but his aura reached the fourth level of spiritual veins.
"Do you know me?" Fang Lin said.
The man in black snorted, with obvious hostility on his face: "You insulted my Ling family. If I meet you today, I will definitely teach you a lesson."
When Fang Lin heard this, he immediately became happy. It turned out that this guy was from the Ling family. No wonder he felt like he was going to eat him alive when he saw him.
As an alchemy family, the Ling family naturally has many masters, but the probability of encountering someone from the Ling family in the Nine Kingdoms' Prodigy Battle is still relatively small.
This man in black was the first person from the Ling family that Fang Lin met.
"Since you are from the Ling family, I have no scruples in attacking you. I'll beat you to death." Fang Lin sneered.
The man in black also sneered: "I know that ordinary spiritual warriors are no match for you, but I, Ling Zhong, am not one of those drunkards. You are not enough in front of me."
"Oh, let's give it a try." Fang Lin looked indifferent and waved to Ling Zhong, his contempt clearly evident.
"Seeking death!" Ling Zhong was furious. It felt uncomfortable to be despised. He immediately waved his big hand, transformed into a shocking palm print, and crashed down towards Fang Lin.
Fang Lin had no choice but to dodge and had no place to dodge, so he immediately used Qilin Fist.
Roar!
Along with the Qilin's roar, the Qilin Fist Seal blasted out, heading towards the shocking palm print.
Boom! ! !
There was a loud noise, and the shocking palm print collapsed instantly, and the Qilin Fist Seal also dimmed, but did not dissipate.
When Ling Zhong saw this, there was a look of shock in his eyes.
"Suppress it!" Ling Zhong was seen using his martial arts again, and big hands appeared one after another. They overlapped like mountains, pressing down on Fang Lin.
Fang Lin didn't say a word. He stretched out his finger from the sky, and the finger light rose into the sky, immediately piercing through several palm prints, but he still couldn't resist all the palm prints.
Seeing the palm prints coming towards him, Fang Linling opened his eyes, and the blue light surged into a light curtain, protecting himself under the light curtain.
Boom boom boom! ! ! !
The palm prints fell one after another, bombarding the light curtain formed by the power of spiritual eyes.
The seemingly fragile light curtain was able to withstand the heavy offensive.
The next moment, Fang Lin stepped on Jiuzhongtian's footwork and disappeared from Ling Zhong's sight in an instant like a ghost.
When he reappeared, Fang Lin was already behind him.