Chapter 18 Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp
It was the person who was in front of him when his martial soul awakened!
The martial soul is a bat, and he also looks like he has a weak kidney.
But at that time, it was just kidney deficiency, and it didn’t feel like I’m dying from taking too long as I do now.
Fang Ling remembered that the child with kidney deficiency was half-level congenital, the same level as Yu Xiaogang.
If these two people are one person.
It had only been more than a year, but he, with half a level of soul power, had already become a soul master one step ahead of Fang Ling?
Moreover, the awakening time of the martial soul was almost the same. How quickly did he grow from a child to a young man, and also possess a century-old soul ring?
Fang Ling could only think of one possibility - fallen soul master!
Such a huge improvement and rapid maturation of the body can only be explained by a fallen soul master.
You know, bats can suck blood!
The sharp long teeth and the weak look on his face vividly demonstrated this to Fang Ling.
It's easy to understand why he was lying in the middle of the road and happened to meet him.
This time of year is summer, and the afternoon is the hottest time of the day.
There were very few carriages running on the road, if not none.
Fallen soul masters practice very quickly, and of course they all have their own shortcomings.
This must be an illness that happened to happen to him.
Fang Ling originally planned to make a detour and run directly back to Notting City to complain to the Spirit Hall.
I never thought that this young man would chase him into the woods and try to kill him.
It seems that he has been identified!
Fang Ling sneered in his heart.
I happened to meet a rookie fallen soul master.
It must have been that he had just absorbed the soul ring and became a soul master, and he was extremely bad at fighting.
Even worse than Wang Sheng who can only use brute force and can be beaten very well.
Compared to Fang Ling, someone as tall as 1.7 meters dared to chase into a forest with complicated environment and dense branches.
Fang Ling has Level 1 body skills that he has practiced hard in the woods of the academy. He is thin and can walk relatively freely.
What does this young man with kidney deficiency have?
An evil spirit?
Sure enough, it got stuck on a branch.
Fang Ling seized this opportunity and struck it back with a sickle!
It just so happened that the forest was thick and no one could see what was happening here.
He has long wanted to try how many points a soul master can add.
Anyone can kill the fallen soul master!
Wuhun Palace has established this law, and no one in the two empires dares to follow it.
Not only will there be no trouble if you kill him, but you will also get a reward.
The young man retracted the steel claw, and the other claw pierced Fang Ling's eyes extremely quickly.
If he hits with his long wingspan, he might be able to kill Fang Ling or gouge out an eye.
It seems critical, but it is actually expected.
The sickle method is not practiced in vain.
Fang Ling's right hand holding the sickle tilted slightly, drawing a bloody gash on his arm. At the same time, he used the handle to block it.
The young man's attack was in vain.
At some point, Fang Ling's raised left hand aimed at a weak spot.
"Drink!" He shouted loudly with his eyes flashing.
The sickle disappears in the right hand and suddenly appears in the left hand.
The sickle in his hand trembled like a snake, and struck between the legs of the young man with kidney deficiency.
There is no option to cut.
Too much pain will drive the enemy crazy.
If he fought back frantically regardless of the blood and pain, Fang Ling would have no choice but to run away.
So he chose the back of the knife, which was thicker and would not cut it off.
As long as he hits it, with a pair of unicorn arms, this fallen soul master will have a taste of what it means to beat the odds and what it means to sustain damage!
The sensitive nerves on it are enough to significantly change his fighting posture.
"Click~"
The force of the blow was so great that the young man's pubic bone seemed to be broken, making a crisp sound.
"Ah——!"
A short cry came out, the young man's eyes popped out, and his face suddenly turned red, like a monkey's butt.
A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.
Unconsciously, he wanted to bend down and cover the area where he was hit.
But when he thought of still fighting, his movements stopped forcibly, appearing extremely stiff.
Fang Ling saw this opportunity and quickly adjusted his direction on his toes. The left prosthetic leg that had been replaced with iron wood and covered with iron sheet kicked him on the arm that was waving randomly to prevent Fang Ling from approaching.
The kicking youth's arm got caught in a branch.
The scythe reappeared, this time aimed at the fatal neck.
Fang Ling rushed forward quickly, turned sharply, and slashed his sword upwards, causing blood to flow rapidly.
Then he placed his right foot on the young man's chest, stepped back to a safe distance, and waited quietly.
The pale-faced young man fell to his knees weakly, covered his throat, and let out a "ho ho" sound.
Finally, he glanced at Fang Ling with reluctance. His eyes fell into darkness and eternal silence.
Fang Ling didn't look at him again.
The illusory gray panel in his eyes has changed again.
The progress bar skyrocketed, filling up instantly and producing a little bit more.
Points: 0→1
Killing a soul master is enough to gain a complete point!
Sure enough, we still have to kill the soul master!
Fang Ling's eyes flashed with excitement.
Immediately put these points in the soul power column.
The points returned to zero again, and the soul power changed: 5 (37%) → 6 (37%)
Level six!
As long as he reaches the fourth level, Fang Ling can report to the academy and obtain the soul ring.
So he chose to graduate early and go to a big place to study in an intermediate soul master college.
Junior college is just a springboard.
Fang Ling's goal was very clear. There was no way he could stay here for six years like Tang San Xiaowu and then go to that shit Shrek Academy.
His short-term goal is the Great Soul Fighting Arena.
Now, Fang Ling has felt the limitations of practicing skills alone.
Therefore, we are more eager to conduct systematic learning to make up for our shortcomings.
The path of a soul master becomes more and more difficult as you go up.
If Fang Ling wants to approach the road of war, he must not be impetuous or relax at all.
Getting twice the result with half the effort in skill training is simply not too beneficial for melee combat.
There is no need to worry about soul power, he needs more accumulation of skills.
Then, taking advantage of Bibi Dong's momentum, he soared into the sky in the killing city!
"Rustling."
The branches were separated, and the sound of leaves brushing down could be heard.
This gave Fang Ling, who just wanted to touch corpses out of habit.
He took a few steps back and stared at the direction where the sound came from, his eyes full of vigilance, and the sickle reappeared in his hand.
It's so hot at noon, why would anyone come here?
The next moment, three handsome young men appeared in front of Fang Ling.
Wearing a white outfit inlaid with gold, there are three pairs of white wings embroidered on the left chest, with a gem inlaid in the middle of the wings and the word "武".
They are from Wuhun Palace!
The three pairs of white wings represent the six-winged holy angel.
They should be here to hunt down this evil soul master.
Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief.
The visitor's eyes moved back and forth several times between the body that was kneeling on the ground and Fang Ling with its butt in the air.
The leading man looked emphatically at the sickle in his hand and the prosthetic leg on his left foot. The expression on his face was even more surprised, and he gestured with his chin:
"Boy, did you kill this?"
"Of course!"
With a tsk in his mouth, the leading man immediately released his martial spirit.
A pair of white wings spread out with a faint sacred light, making Fang Ling finally feel relieved.
Seeing this, he stretched out a hand and praised: "What a boy! Let's get to know each other."
"Martial Soul Hall Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp, Squad Leader, Qian Yao."
"Team member, Qian Chaolong"
"Team member, Qian Feiguang."
"My name is Fang Ling, and I'm still studying at Notting College." Fang Ling paused, smiled and held his hand.
Emphasis is placed on not licking the Wuhun Palace and going your own way.
(End of chapter)