Chapter 29 Boy, you are so cruel!
He talks about danger, but his actions are not slow at all.
The extremely flexible deflection of his body made Fang Ling miss.
But he didn't give up the offense.
He deflected his body and used his left leg to kick a football, aiming at Director Ou's knee joint.
This is an extremely vicious move.
It is extremely powerful and powerful.
As long as the kick hits, one kick is enough to seriously injure an ordinary person or even a first-level soul master.
Of course it's useless against the Soul King.
Considering that he would not be injured and would be stronger in combat, Fang Ling was as ruthless as he could be.
Attacking the lower body, the upper half of the body did not rest, and the left sickle struck out, drawing a defensive arc.
"Oh, boy, you are so cruel!"
Director Ou sighed, put away his right foot, avoided his movement, and then kicked him like lightning.
This swift and fierce kick hit Fang Ling directly in the stomach.
Although it is powerful, it can only deliver a lot of power.
This time he didn't react.
It's better to say it's useless even if you see it.
Nerve reflexes are not everything. Even if the combat response is very fast, the two people's combat experience and basic hardware are still far apart.
Instinctively quick movements are not so easy to block.
Fang Ling's hair stood on end as he tried his best to resist, but was still kicked away.
I had to twist my body to adjust my posture.
Then he fell down facing Director Ou.
The movements are smooth and elegant, giving people a bit of a dance feel.
Shen Technique Level 1 allows him to barely do this.
After the short head-on battle just now, Fang Ling became more aware of his own shortcomings.
Absorbing this valuable combat experience eagerly.
With his eyes focused, he was ready to take action again.
"Okay, let's stop here."
Seeing that his eyes were getting more intense and he wanted to continue, Director Ou quickly raised his hand to stop him.
"Is this the end?" Fang Ling asked doubtfully.
"Otherwise?" Director Ou asked.
"I see you fought with them just now, didn't you beat them very badly?"
Fang Ling hesitated a little, then pointed at the students around him who had passed the examination with frightened expressions on their faces.
They couldn't help but be frightened.
It's so fierce, a big bad guy is coming!
I really don’t dare to provoke someone who is trying to kill someone.
"Can you be the same as them?"
Director Ou glanced at him with disgust:
"They fell down as soon as I pushed them. They couldn't even stand. They were all stupid pigs!"
"And your fighting talent is extremely high. You can regain your fighting posture even if you are kicked away by me."
"The sickle martial spirit is also very good. It is not limited to the martial spirit. It also cooperates well with the body. It is not just about the head and body."
"Director Ou, don't bring hatred to me, I'm afraid." Fang Ling stopped him quickly.
"You're so scared, who dares to let them fight you?" Director Ou pointed his finger.
"That red wolf brat, why don't you give it a try?"
The little soul master of the Red Wolf Martial Spirit shook his body: "No, no."
This style of play will kill people.
If you rub it on your neck, you will die immediately, and the healing soul master will be useless.
"Where's the one with the spear? They say an inch longer means an inch stronger. Why don't you try it?"
"Haha." The child with a martial spirit and a spear laughed, and then lowered his head.
Three sets of fatal attacks can be carried out in an instant, while also focusing on defense, focusing on the flexible movement of the body, and utilizing the opponent's strength.
In the end, after being kicked away, he could still adjust his posture and stand firm, instead of rolling into a gourd and rolling off the stage.
It’s so scary. Is it possible for a human to react like this?
The weapons commander is useless.
If you can't keep up with the opponent's lightning attacks, you will be killed directly.
"Humph." Director Ou snorted coldly, turned to Fang Ling and showed a smiling face.
"You are one of the rare geniuses who is good at fighting. Although your skills are a bit messy, you are indeed a good prospect."
"Sit here for a while and see what kind of talents your future classmates are."
"Wait until your teacher comes over and ask him to take you to the academy to experience things. In the future, let your teacher correct your fighting methods and teach you deeper battles."
Fang Ling was a little confused. Did Director Ou send someone to notify him?
Why didn't you see it?
"Who is my teacher?"
Director Ou waved to the next person to take the assessment, and at the same time said to Fang Ling:
"My name is Lin Tianyang. The male teacher at the door is a very talented soul master. The gentle and beautiful woman next to me is your master, a healing soul master."
"This is the only way to enter the academy. They will come here after they finish it."
Fang Ling nodded clearly and sat at the table to watch.
I really have some expectations in my heart.
A soul sect with great talent must be very strong.
There is definitely a lot to learn.
Especially the healing soul master Gentle Master, it’s really a dream start!
As time went by, through watching the battle, he roughly understood the level of ordinary first-ring soul masters.
Those who come to King of War Academy are children who can endure hardship and are not afraid of being beaten.
There are two types: those with combat foundation and those without combat foundation.
No, of course, needless to say.
There is no one who can defeat him.
The battle was riddled with mistakes, unsteady steps, and unfavorable attacks.
Fast, accurate, and ruthless didn't meet one of the criteria.
The Red Wolf Martial Spirit Soul Master and the Spear Martial Soul Soul Master who can be singled out by Director Ou are probably the two strongest people.
Level 1's sickle and body skills, coupled with a 60% increase in nerve reflex speed, and Fang Ling's eclectic thinking in battle, create a unique chemical reaction.
He finally realized how good he was.
I used to compete with Tang San and Xiao Wu, but I forgot that they were both old monsters.
A genius full of innate soul power who can look down upon his peers and fight beyond his level.
Whether it is combat skills or normal soul power cultivation speed, it is certainly incomparable.
But how can other young soul masters be as powerful as these two?
Fang Ling is proud of his peers... his peers.
I dare not say that they are of the same level yet, because the most numerous soul masters in the world are first-ring soul masters.
There must be some who are unable to move forward and have been fighting in the Great Soul Fighting Arena for many years.
These people may have rich combat experience and be very strong.
So even if you really want to start killing and gaining points right away, you can’t rush, as rushing can easily lead to problems.
Learn first, settle first, and become stronger first.
Watch the battle for a while later, participate in the competition, and evaluate the fighting level of the people here.
Once everything is ready, the gamble of your life begins!
People come and go, and new little soul masters are constantly arriving.
Then during the assessment in the arena, he was repeatedly beaten by Director Ou Fanghai's simple attacks and was unable to fight back.
The flow of people gradually thinned out. Fang Ling suddenly realized something when he saw that the number of people sitting waiting for the assessment began to decrease.
"The teacher is coming?"
Immediately sit up straight and look forward to it.
After a while, the heroic man and the gentle woman whom I had just seen at the door came towards the ring holding hands and sweetly.
"Teacher! Wife!"
Fang Ling hurried over.
The familiar title made both of them a little surprised.
"Huh?"
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