Fang Lin stood on the high platform of the magic circle and looked at his opponent standing a hundred steps away.
"Master Fang, I didn't expect to meet you." The man said, with a hint of happiness and joy in his tone.
Fang Lin was speechless, did he look so weak? Why do you look like you've pinched yourself
Fang Lin's opponent was a man who looked to be in his thirties, with thin cheeks and very sharp eyes. Staring at him gave him the feeling of being stared at by a wolf.
And this man's clothing is obviously the style of clothing worn by people from the Yuan Dynasty.
"Master Fang, remember my name, I will be merciful so that you won't lose too badly." The Yuan Kingdom man said with a smile on his lips.
Fang Lin scratched his head: "What, what's your name?"
When the man from Yuan Kingdom heard this, his expression suddenly froze. Fang Lin actually didn't even remember his own name. Was he contemptuous of him or ignoring him
"My name is Nie Kun!" the man from Yuan Kingdom said with an ugly expression.
Fang Lin nodded repeatedly, smiled awkwardly and said, "I remember, I remember."
When everyone below saw this, they all became happy. This Fang Dading was quite interesting, and his words had already confused his opponents.
Nie Kun snorted coldly. He didn't want to waste any more time with Fang Lin. What he wanted was victory.
I saw Nie Kun moving, as strong as a wolf, and he was less than ten steps away from Fang Lin almost in the blink of an eye.
Such speed is very rare among spiritual warriors.
Seeing Fang Lin's lack of reaction, Nie Kun sneered in his heart. He stretched out a hand, and his palm was like a sharp claw, heading straight for Fang Lin's chest.
Just when Nie Kun was about to succeed, Fang Lin lightly stretched out his right hand and grabbed Nie Kun's palm with a snap.
This time, Nie Kun was unable to move any further, as if he was trapped by an iron hoop, unable to move.
Nie Kun's expression changed and he wanted to pull back, but unexpectedly Fang Lin's strength was so strong that he felt unable to struggle.
Fang Lin smiled faintly and kicked Nie Kun. Although the movement was not fast, Nie Kun was caught by Fang Lin's hand and could not avoid it at all.
In desperation, Nie Kun could only use his other hand to resist.
There was a click, followed by Nie Kun's scream, and Nie Kun's arm was bent strangely, apparently broken by Fang Lin's kick.
Everyone's expression changed. Fang Lin's kick was so powerful that it broke Nie Kun's arm.
However, after this kick, Fang Lin did not attack Nie Kun again, and threw him away lightly.
Nie Kun staggered back, his face covered with cold sweat due to pain, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Did you actually lose like this? There are still many methods that have not been used, and the treasures have not been used, so we just lost
Nie Kun couldn't believe it, but the bursts of pain from his broken arm were the most real and unbearable.
He did lose, and he lost very simply. He was not on the same level as his opponent at all.
Even if Nie Kun still has some methods to show off, the result will not change in any way.
In the face of absolute strength, all means are useless and just add to the jokes.
Nie Kun looked sad and unwilling, but he could only admit it. After all, he was not as good as others.
"I lost." After Nie Kun said that, he immediately left the high platform of the magic circle.
Everyone below was shocked by Fang Lin's performance.
"What happened? Then Nie Kun actually lost?"
"Of course I have to admit defeat. My arm has been broken by the kick. There is no point in fighting anymore."
"But this Nie Kun is also at the ninth level of spiritual pulse, so why is he so vulnerable?"
"Nie Kun is not weak, it is his opponent who is too strong!"
"But isn't that Fang Lin a master of alchemy?"
"We all underestimated him. He is a genius with both elixir and martial arts!"
"It's really amazing. I always thought he was a soft persimmon."
Not only many geniuses, but also many warriors watching the battle in Haiyue City were shocked by Fang Lin's strength.
In particular, some warriors from the Yuan Kingdom found it even more difficult to accept that Nie Kun was not a big deal among the Yuan Kingdom's many geniuses, but he was still from the Yuan Kingdom, and yet he lost to an unknown Fang Dading. It's really unexpected.
"What is the origin of this Fang Dading? He actually defeated Nie Kun in just a few strokes?"
"Isn't Nie Kun too careless? He shouldn't have lost so quickly."
"I thought Nie Kun could win easily. Who knew it would be like this."
"The opponent is not easy, but Nie Kun also lost unjustly."
On the VIP platform, Fang Lin also had different expressions after defeating Nie Kun.
Ye Mengxian naturally showed a hint of satisfaction and smiled involuntarily.
Tuo Balie, who came from the Yuan Kingdom, frowned, obviously not expecting Nie Kun, the genius of his country, to lose to his opponent so cleanly.
Meng Haiwen and Ping Bei Wang were both a little surprised.
"This disciple of Tiankui is indeed quite capable. His body is comparable to spiritual bones." King Pingbei nodded.
Meng Haiwen said nothing, and even when he looked at Fang Lin, a trace of gloom flashed deep in his eyes.
Fengxia Mountain is a vassal of the Qin royal family, and Meng Haiwen is naturally equivalent to a member of the Qin royal family. Knowing that Fang Lin had a battle with the Ninth Prince, and almost killed the Ninth Prince, attracted many people in the Qin royal family. People were dissatisfied with Fang Lin, and there was some displeasure between Fang Lin and the Seventh Prince Ying Xinghe that night. Meng Haiwen was naturally hostile to Fang Lin.
However, Meng Haiwen is very deep and will not reveal it easily.
After defeating Nie Kun, Fang Lin did not need to take action for the time being. He would wait until the first round was over and half of the geniuses were eliminated before the second round of competition could begin.
And the strength that Fang Lin showed when fighting Nie Kun also made several powerful characters such as Ying Xinghe feel a little wary.
However, they still did not take Fang Lin seriously, thinking that although Fang Lin was strong, he was not at the same level as them.
Ling Wushuang looked at Fang Lin leaving the high platform, with a hint of coldness and disdain at the corner of his mouth.
"If it's only to this extent, then you are destined to be stepped on by me." Ling Wushuang said in his heart.
"Don't be careless, this boy's strength has not been fully demonstrated." An old man beside Ling Wushuang said.
This old man is obviously also a member of the Ling family, and he seems to be an elder of Ling Wushuang. He has a simple face, a long aura, and an extraordinary realm.
Ling Wushuang snorted: "Even if he has reservations, he can't be my opponent. It's a pity that I didn't meet him in the first round, otherwise he would definitely know how powerful I am."
The old man frowned, glanced at Ling Wushuang, and said nothing more.