Chapter 9 Rookies pecking each other
And he is no longer a beggar now. Because of the existence of the panel, he will be on the road of killing with corpses everywhere and rivers of blood flowing from now on.
Confidence should start cultivating now!
If you don't even dare to fail, how will you face bigger challenges in the future?
"You may be weak but your courage is good. You are stronger than them. Please put your clothes away first."
While Fang Ling was searching for a suitable bed, Wang Sheng pointed to his bed.
"You didn't bring a bedding, so you can put it on my bed first. There will be no dust and it will be cleaner."
"Okay." Fang Ling felt warm and responded with a smile.
Wang Sheng is a man who talks like a gun and carries a stick. He deliberately picks up on people and gives them nicknames as soon as he opens his mouth. He looks aloof, but he doesn't seem to have a bad heart.
Thinking about it, he has always stood up for work-study students and been beaten. Taking responsibility and wanting the corresponding power are the thoughts of a normal person.
But it's one thing to be willing to have a good relationship with them, and it's another thing to show your strength to avoid being bullied in the future.
Research on the panel is the first priority. Fang Ling has his own things to do and his own path to take.
You must not be bound by it!
Placing the clothes on the bed pointed by Wang Sheng, he raised the sickle again.
The bright silver blade looked as if it had been newly sharpened.
Wang Sheng looked solemn when he saw this bright light.
Then he took a stance on the open space created by the students who helped push away the surrounding beds.
This time is different from ordinary fights.
Although the opponent he faced was a lame man with little strength, he still had sharp weapons.
The sickle is not a weapon suitable for fighting, and the style of the sickle in Fang Ling's hand is just an ordinary farm tool.
But looking at the gleaming sharpness, if it is cut, it will definitely bleed, and there will definitely be a gash on the body.
Even if the healing soul master of the college can cure it, it still hurts.
His soul power reaches level eight, and his martial soul is Zhan Hu, the king of beasts. He is already the strongest being among the work-study students.
But after all, he is not a soul master. How can he still have a pair of fleshy palms to catch the blade?
So be very careful.
"Wang Sheng, Wuhun Zhanhu, eighth level soul power."
"Fang Ling, martial soul sickle, first level soul power."
Because it was just a discussion, both parties reported their cultivation levels as usual, and Fang Ling did not put his left hand into the lime bag.
Facing a soul master with soul power to protect his body, this little trick has no big effect at all.
When Wang Sheng heard the cultivation level reported by him, he was greatly reassured.
At the soul master stage, the difference in soul power levels has an absolute bonus to strength.
He is level eight, but Fang Ling is only level one, and half of his left calf is missing. No matter how you look at it, he has a good chance of winning.
Because of the advantage, so that Fang Ling would not have any psychological burden, and also to not die inexplicably in a sparring match.
Wang Sheng took a deep breath, and then reminded: "There are healing soul masters in the academy. As long as you don't chop at my neck or vital points, the injury will heal quickly."
After saying that, he took the lead and leaned towards Fang Ling.
He is only at level eight, has no soul ring, and no long-range attack soul skills. Melee is the only means of attack.
The speed of approach was very slow. While moving, his eyes were still fixed on the sickle in Fang Ling's hand.
Wang Sheng is already eleven years old and has been at the academy for five years.
His fighting skills cannot be said to be bad, but they are not great either.
Although he often helps others, he is always beaten, and the bruises on his face have not gone away.
However, his long career of being beaten still allowed him to figure out some things.
How to face the weapon-like martial soul soul master has his own set of methods, the most important of which is not to let the weapon out of sight.
Now we are looking for opportunities.
Wang Sheng moved slowly and hesitated in fighting, but Fang Ling didn't want to wait.
He must take the initiative.
"Don't delay, decide quickly!"
With a cold snort, the wooden prosthetic leg that had taken off the cotton was kicked hard on the stone floor.
There is a muffled sound of "dong".
The sickle was slightly tilted. Fang Ling grasped the wooden handle tightly, and with the momentum of forward motion, he raised his arm diagonally upward at high speed. The sharp sickle blade cut directly into Wang Sheng's abdomen.
Wang Sheng, on the other hand, concentrated his attention and watched his movements accurately.
I want to use my longer wingspan and faster speed to hit the side of the knife and open the knife with a slap.
Fang Ling used his right hand, while he used his left hand. The direction of the shot was from the outside to the inside, with a downward pressing posture.
As long as he hits, Wang Sheng can guarantee that with his strong body, he will definitely win.
To be cautious, so as not to be cut by the sickle, he let out a low roar and activated his martial spirit.
A faint yellow light suddenly appeared on his body, and his speed and strength suddenly increased.
This is the power of Zhan Hu!
Are you using your martial soul so soon?
Fang Ling's heart sank slightly, originally thinking that Wang Sheng would be arrogant because of his lameness and short stature.
Unexpectedly, he actually used Wuhun at the beginning.
It's a bit hard to bear.
Fang Ling urgently stepped in and adjusted the position.
Don't let Wang Sheng hit the side of the sickle.
Otherwise, if the force is too great, the body will be dragged along, and then you will lose.
He gritted his teeth and tried his best.
But the physical advantages of being five years older and the powerful beast martial soul's bonus to the body are not easy. How can this temporary reaction come in time?
Seeing that he was about to be hit by Wang Sheng, Fang Ling suddenly had a sudden thought in his mind.
The faint light flapped, and the spirit of the sickle disappeared instantly.
Wang Sheng missed the mark.
The force of the hit is not very strong, but the impact is still very affected.
At an extremely fast speed, he passed Fang Ling's arm in an instant, and felt that his strength had nowhere to go.
Even his body was a little tilted by this force.
Wang Sheng's eyes widened instantly and he shouted in his heart that it was not good.
Damn it, it’s going to happen!
Why did you forget that the weapon soul will disappear again!
Fang Ling was still charging forward. After Wang Sheng's arm passed by, he exerted force on his left foot, turned his body slightly, and the sickle spirit appeared in his left hand in time.
This time it was a reverse grip, using maximum strength.
But instead of using a blade, I used the back of the knife.
Even if he has soul power to protect his body, how strong is the talent of the soul warrior?
You will definitely see red after one cut!
You can't win with one attack, but it will definitely anger Wang Sheng and make him burst out with stronger power.
This is inconsistent with Fang Ling's purpose.
He just needed to make Wang Sheng and other students understand that he was not to be trifled with.
He fought to disobey Wang Sheng, not to offend talents.
The next moment, the back of the knife hit Wang Sheng in the stomach.
Fang Ling is thin and his scythe is not heavy, but his forward momentum is very strong.
The only thing worthy of praise for being able to cut prosthetic limbs out of broken wood is his arm strength.
Wang Sheng couldn't help but let out a cry of pain when a piece of iron was hit hard on his weakest part of the stomach.
My stomach was churning, and I stumbled a few steps before I stood still.
But I felt really relieved.
Wang Sheng asked in surprise: "Little cripple, no, Fang Ling, what are you?"
It's so strange that we didn't take advantage of the victory and pursue it.
After all, he had stayed in the Soul Master Academy for five years, how could he not see that the other side was holding back.
Fang Ling smiled and explained: "I only have one level of soul power, so I can't beat you."
(End of chapter)