Chapter 28 Admission Assessment
"Fang Ling, right?"
The male teacher looked at Fang Ling, who was following him, and immediately noticed the prosthetic leg on his left leg.
Can a lame person also kill by leapfrogging?
I was suspicious, but didn't show it.
"It's me." Fang Ling replied quickly.
"My name is Lin Tianyang, and I am a teacher in the college. You can call me Teacher Tianyang." The male teacher introduced himself.
"Teacher Tianyang." Fang Ling immediately changed his title.
Lin Tianyang nodded slightly and pointed to the information on the light golden certificate:
"When you were at level six, did you kill a fallen soul master by leapfrogging your level? Now you are nine years old. How many levels are you at?"
Faced with his doubts, Fang Ling took out the Wuhun Palace badge to prove it, and at the same time replied without being humble or arrogant:
"I killed him, he's already level 12."
Lin Tianyang warned: "If you dare to cheat, the consequences will be serious."
Fang Ling was not intimidated, but showed a hint of enthusiasm for fighting:
"I dare not hide it from the teacher. My martial spirit is a sickle and I like fighting."
"So even if I got a letter of recommendation that could directly enroll me in Fasno Province, I chose to cross the Barak Kingdom and come here from Notting College in Fasno Province to undergo the entrance examination."
"I want the best combat instruction possible!"
The rapid upgrade is too conspicuous, and it is easy to be labeled as a fallen soul master.
Then the character design must be created early, and the potential in the body must be forced out through fighting and death.
This makes sense.
Lin Tianyang lightly punched Fang Ling on the chest and praised: "What a good boy, you have good vision."
"Come, test your soul power."
After waiting for a moment, the yellow crystal ball in Fang Ling's hand gave off a faint hazy light.
It's not eye-catching, but it's definitely level 12.
If one item is correct, there is a high probability that the other items are not lying.
Lin Tianyang was very satisfied, took the letter of recommendation, and handed the pale gold Spirit Hall certificate back to Fang Ling.
Then he hooked a student standing nearby:
"Who is that? Bring Fang Ling in to take the entrance examination."
"I understand, teacher."
"Remember to ask him to give the certificate to Director Ou for a look. If possible, let him evaluate it first."
"I understand, teacher."
Seeing Fang Ling walking from the back to the front and entering the academy before them, there was a commotion outside.
If people can be so relaxed, what are they waiting in line for?
Some candidates quit and pointed at Fang Ling's back angrily: "Teacher, why can he jump in line?"
"That's right. Which noble family does he belong to? Why can he jump in line?"
"We are not convinced!"
……
Lin Tianyang's handsome appearance flashed with anger, and he resisted the urge to hit:
"If you don't accept it, get out!"
"Others can kill sixth-level soul masters who are generally stronger than the first-level fallen soul masters of the same level, and there is proof from the Spirit Hall, can you? Ah!"
"Everyone who can stand up for me, or you can jump in the queue and go in directly!"
No one dared to reply, their eyes were full of shock.
Those who can sign up for the King of War Intermediate Soul Master Academy are all first-ring soul masters, and they all know the huge bonus of soul rings to combat.
Not to mention that the man just now was lame.
A sixth-level soul warrior kills a first-level soul master?
He is also a fallen soul master with powerful combat power.
This is simply unimaginable!
Fang Ling didn't know about the incident at the entrance of the college.
The students who followed the lead came to an arena.
A short, sharp, gray-haired old man was in charge of the assessment.
The attack was so ruthless that Fang Ling could be seen grinning.
The students waited for one of them to finish the assessment and immediately rushed up with Fang Ling.
"Director Ou, there is a little genius here who has proof of Wuhun Palace in his hand. Teacher Tianyang asked me to bring it to you to see."
Fang Linggong would like to submit the certificate in due course.
The gray-haired Director Ou took it without paying much attention and glanced at it casually.
Then I was attracted by the texture of the light golden palm, read it carefully, and looked at Fang Ling in disbelief.
The broken leg is particularly noticeable. "When was the leg broken?" he asked.
"Before I awakened my martial soul, I was a beggar." Fang Ling replied.
Director Ou nodded slightly and asked in detail:
"How did you defeat a first-level fallen soul master?"
"Taking advantage of the complex environment of the forest."
Fang Ling said simply, and then explained in more detail:
"That fallen soul master is about the same age as me, half-level innate, but when we meet me again, he looks like a young man."
"I have a small body and quick movements. I like fighting and train every day. I will not be blocked by branches and vines."
"He chased him into the woods and had difficulty moving. I found out that he was inexperienced and not good at fighting, so I used tree branches to get stuck in his body, and then attacked the next three routes to kill him."
Director Ou's short white beard twitched and he couldn't help praising: "Good, good!"
"It's a very good idea. It's really courageous. And this is the first time I heard a lame man say he is flexible."
“I’m eager to see something.”
He pointed to the desk next to the arena. Behind the desk, a student was taking notes.
"Come on, let's take the entrance examination now and register."
"In fact, it stands to reason that you have a certificate issued by the Demon Hunting Camp of Wuhun Palace Angel Legion, which has proven your fighting talent. We should accept you directly."
"But who made you arouse my curiosity?"
"Ah?" Fang Ling was registering next to him, and he couldn't help but look up when he heard this.
Director Ou said: "It's good to have a fight with me. War King Academy will inevitably fight, and fighting will inevitably lead to injuries."
"I can help you introduce a teacher. She is gentle and beautiful, and she is also a healing soul master."
"Healing Soul Master!" Fang Ling's pupils tightened instantly
He originally wanted to show off his talent, but he didn't expect it would be of such benefit.
It doesn't matter whether the master's wife is beautiful or not, the key is gentleness and healing soul master.
Since he is gentle, it is impossible to block him like the healing soul master from Notting College.
"Start now?" Fang Ling was eager to try.
Director Ou waved to him: "Come at me. I am the Soul King. Just attack boldly."
Without hesitation, a cold light flashed, and a sharp sickle immediately appeared in Fang Ling's hand.
A bright yellow century-old soul ring rose from his feet, moving up and down lightly.
Light up the soul ring and activate the star mole transformation, and the nerve reflex speed suddenly increases by 30%.
Fang Ling didn't wait and rushed towards Director Ou blankly.
Opposite is the Soul King, and there is no way I, a little Soul Master, can hurt him.
He will definitely give me room to express myself.
Therefore, what is needed is to show off one's combat skills and advantages to the greatest extent.
This is Fang Ling's understanding.
And what are his advantages?
The combat skills are of course Sickle Lv1 and Shenfa Lv1, as well as the coordination of the two.
But this is not the main thing. The biggest advantage is of course the ultra-fast nerve reflex speed.
Fang Ling took the knife in his right hand and rushed towards Director Ou quickly, holding the sickle straight up.
From left to right, aim at Director Ou's neck and slash him horizontally.
In an instant, the sickle made a sound of breaking the wind.
The air seemed to be cut apart, and the trajectory was sharp and dangerous.
"Good boy, you are so murderous!"
Director Ou's eyelids jumped.
How can there be any assessment that directly targets the neck?
He reacted very quickly, took a step forward, and instantly raised his hand to block Fang Ling's arm.
Unexpectedly, Fang Ling reacted faster and allowed him to block his right arm.
The martial spirit was put away, and then appeared in his left hand in an instant.
With the help of Director Ou's resistance, he raised his left hand upwards.
Director Ou's eyes widened: "Oh~danger! Danger!"
(End of chapter)