Chapter 863 The Finale of the Battle Hall

Chapter 863: Chapter 863: The Finale of the Battle Hall Chapter 863: Chapter 863: The Finale of the Battle Hall Although it was a very subtle change, Fang Lin still paid great attention to it. This might have something to do with the martial arts inheritance that Dugu Nian had obtained in this last temple and was even more related to those three bizarre tunes from earlier.

“Do you feel any changes in yourself?” Fang Lin asked Dugu Nian, looking very concerned.

Dugu Nian shook her head, “No changes, but I learned a martial arts technique that is extremely formidable.”

Fang Lin wryly smiled, “We all know, just now your body inexplicably resonated with the sound of a zither, nearly killing us all.”

Naturally, this was an exaggeration, but it was also an admiration of the power of those three bizarre tunes from earlier.

Dugu Nian only then noticed that many people were looking at her with eyes filled with fear and wariness.

“Now you know how formidable I am, right?” Dugu Nian said quite proudly, even though she was a bit confused about the situation.

Fang Lin helplessly nodded and then lowered his voice, “After we leave this place, you can tell me about it in detail.”

Seeing Fang Lin’s grave expression, Dugu Nian also hummed in agreement and stopped joking around.

Time ticked away, and soon the others gradually awoke, each with their gains, joy written all over their faces.

“The time has come, follow me and leave this place,” Elder Huang said to the crowd.

Upon hearing this, those who hadn’t gained anything from beginning to end showed expressions of frustration and embarrassment.

They indeed hadn’t gained anything, having wasted a whole month in this last temple for nothing—it was a miserable situation.

The most fatal part was that they couldn’t even pretend to have gained something.

Because after this last temple, those who had received the martial arts inheritance would enter an indescribable state and would emit an extraordinary aura. Anyone with sense could tell at one glance whether you had really gained something or were just putting on an act.

Among those few who had not gained anything was Ling Zhongri. As the crowd left the last temple, his face was unspeakably ugly, as if he had swallowed a dead mouse.

Fang Lin purposefully walked up beside him, acting familiar, and patted him on the shoulder.

Ling Zhongri clenched his teeth in anger, his face darkening as he shook off Fang Lin’s hand.

“Don’t be so upset. Life is full of ups and downs, losses and gains. You have to maintain a state of equanimity,” Fang Lin said with a cheeky smile.

Ling Zhongri really wanted to punch him out of the blue, to smash Fang Lin’s face and crush his eyes and nose.

However, Ling Zhongri felt more wariness than anger because Fang Lin was not the same as before.

When Fang Lin first came to Wuji Battle Temple, he had shown amazing strength, and even then, Ling Zhongri knew he was probably no match for Fang Lin.

Now, Fang Lin had grown even stronger and seemed capable of contending with Long Zhiming.

As for Ling Zhongri? Although he had improved too, compared to Fang Lin, he was far behind and incomparable.

If they fought now, Ling Zhongri had no doubt that Fang Lin would beat him to a pulp.

“Don’t get too cocky. My Ling Family has a few powerhouses that you can’t even imagine. They’ve entered the next round of the Nine Countries’ Talent Battles. If you encounter them, you will undoubtedly lose,” Ling Zhongri said in an attempt not to appear weak.

Fang Lin casually uttered an “Oh,” with an unconcerned demeanor.

Actually, he didn’t care much, not to mention whether he would encounter someone from the Ling Family again in the battle of the Nine Countries’ Talent.

Even if he did meet them, Fang Lin’s strength had greatly increased, and he could fight anyone except those at the Spirit Bone level without any concern.

To others, a character like Ling Zhongri might be an outstanding talent, but in Fang Lin’s eyes, he was simply no match and not worthy to be his opponent.

At this moment, only those at the level of Long Zhiming, or even stronger, were worthy of being considered opponents by Fang Lin.

And there was no shortage of such people in the Upper Three Countries.

“Mo Yun, your gains are pretty good, aren’t they?” Fang Lin looked at Mo Yun, who always had a look of joy on his face.

Mo Yun nodded, his face unable to conceal his joy, and said, “It went smoothly. I obtained an ancient martial art, but I haven’t fully mastered it yet.”

Mo Yun’s voice wasn’t quiet, and everyone present could hear him, Ling Zhongri and several others had increasingly ugly expressions, wishing they could block their ears.

Back at the Pressure Hall, those who hadn’t made it into the final hall gathered here, either to endure the pressure training or to attempt the Battle Spirit Temple.

Since they couldn’t enter the final hall to obtain martial arts inheritance, they continued to hone themselves here, toughening their strength.

Although it wasn’t as beneficial as the final hall, at least they could gain something.

Seeing everyone return, these people all showed envy.

Of course, they also noticed that among the dozen or so people who entered the hall, six or seven had gloomy expressions.

Anyone could guess with their heels that they surely had gained nothing in the final hall, and some couldn’t help but reveal a schadenfreude grin.

If they couldn’t have it, neither could others, and this made them feel considerably better.

“Today, your cultivation in the Wuji Battle Temple is basically over,” Elder Huang said, looking at the crowd.

The expressions of those present varied, some showing satisfaction, feeling that the trip to the Wuji Battle Temple was very valuable.

Some revealed a hint of regret, possibly feeling that it wasn’t as they had expected.

Of course, most felt content; compared to before arriving at the Wuji Battle Temple, their strength had indeed improved a lot.

“You are all talents of the Pill Alliance and have entered the next stage of the Nine Countries’ battle of talent. I hereby wish you all, to achieve better rankings,” Elder Huang said, his face showing a hint of a smile.

The crowd immediately became solemn and saluted Elder Huang with clenched fists.

“Furthermore, before you leave, you may spar with each other to test the gains of these days. Of course, stop at the appropriate point,” Elder Huang said and then glanced at Long Zhiming and Fang Lin, seemingly very much looking forward to their bout.

The others also hoped the two would spar, as they were the strongest among them, and there had been some conflicts between them before. At that time, they almost came to blows, but in the end, Fang Lin took a punch from Long Zhiming and both restrained themselves without a real fight.

Now that both their strengths had increased greatly, it was difficult to say who would win if they fought at this moment.

Of course, almost everyone was more optimistic about Long Zhiming; despite Fang Lin’s brilliance, Long Zhiming was, in all respects, much stronger than Fang Lin.

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