Chapter 33 Entering the Great Soul Fighting Arena for the First Time
It shouldn't have been this time.
No matter how much the War King Academy admires fighting and the soul master's unparalleled combat prowess, it will never do anything to encourage others to succeed.
Generally speaking, each young soul master will be trained to a certain basic combat strength after entering school for at least one year, and will be allowed to go to the big soul fighting arena to see the world.
But who made Fang Ling the exception?
At the age of seven, he was able to leapfrog and kill a fallen soul master whose combat power was stronger than that of ordinary soul masters.
Now, relying solely on technique and no soul skills, I can actually withstand the sword skills of this soul sect.
Those soul masters in society should not be able to defeat him.
Geniuses are of course different.
In this case, as a teacher, he has no reason to block the path chosen by the genius.
First, he went to the treatment room to tell his wife, and then Lin Tianyang took Fang Ling and quickly left the college.
Because it’s just a matter of seeing something, not immediately starting a fight.
Therefore, the mistress agreed to their actions.
The Great Soul Fighting Arena is not far from the academy, only two streets away.
After walking for a while and having a cup of tea, the two of them arrived at the place.
Just as the magnificent building of Wuhun Palace is a landmark building in every city, in cities with a large fighting spirit arena, the great fighting spirit arena is enough to be ranked alongside it.
The Vic Bingfeng Spirit Fighting Arena is oval in shape as a whole, with a height of 120 meters.
It is divided into one main fighting spirit arena and twenty-eight sub-spirit fighting arenas.
It can accommodate 70,000 spectators at the same time.
This includes one hundred and twenty VIP boxes.
The lights are brightly lit every night, and there is an endless stream of people coming in and out. Apart from the area around the college, this is the most prosperous place.
Because the people of this city are strong and strong, there are also many spectators. This place alone contributes more than 50% of the tax revenue to the city.
Lin Tianyang took Fang Ling towards the registration place and gave a general introduction to the overall situation here.
"There are three types of soul fighting. One is game, which is to learn from each other, and it is forbidden to kill people with cruel hands."
"The second type is a life-and-death fight, usually used to resolve irreconcilable disputes."
He paused, his face slightly disgusted,
"However, there are also many people who like to watch people wailing when they are dying, so desperadoes often participate in life-and-death battles in order to make money."
"The third type is a gambling fight, which is an upgraded version of a life-and-death fight. The winner gets everything in the bet. This is generally a way for nobles and clans to resolve disputes. You won't encounter this kind of thing, so you don't need to understand this."< br>
"Oh~"
Fang Ling didn't remember these things clearly, but when he said it, he suddenly understood.
You can try gaming first.
Mainly to test the fighting skills of the people here.
From now on, he should mainly participate in this life and death battle.
Lin Tianyang saw that he was listening attentively, and he felt a sense of accomplishment in teaching. He suddenly remembered that there was a key piece of teaching that he had not done:
"By the way, Xiao Fang Ling, did you see the stone tablet when you came?"
"What stone tablet? The one with many people's names written on it?" Fang Ling vaguely remembered taking a glance at it, but didn't pay much attention to it.
Lin Tianyang's words were slightly deeper:
"That is the stone tablet of the dead, engraved with the names of soul masters who died in the soul fighting arena."
"You are a fighting genius, but people make mistakes and horses make mistakes. If you don't want to end up like that, remember it. In future soul fights, be careful, careful, and careful again."
"Yes, Fang Ling remembers the teacher's teachings."
Fang Ling acts cautiously and will go all out in every battle. Naturally, there is no need for others to say anything about this.
But it’s nice to get the teacher’s attention to detail.
This teacher is right.
There is no such thing as looking down on or pretending to be a slap in the face. Registration for Soul Fighting is very simple and does not take much time.
The teacher originally wanted to help pay the money, but Fang Ling stopped him.
He brought money specifically for this purpose.
Then he got an Iron Fighting Soul Badge.
The decorations of each fighting spirit arena are pretty much the same, but they are also divided into different levels.
So Lin Tianyang chose a place where the first-ring soul masters gathered and took Fang Ling in.
He informed Fang Ling of more detailed information.
Each spirit fighting arena is divided into two categories: game area and life and death area.
Each category is divided into three ways, one-on-one, two-on-two and team battle.
There are six separated arenas in one sub-fighting arena. Lin Tianyang brought Fang Ling to the gaming area.
The tickets for the First Ring Soul Fighting were very cheap, because Fang Ling was alone, and the teacher took him to the one-on-one auditorium.
"It's your first time here. Don't rush in. Let's take a look first."
Lin Tianyang turned his head and paused for a moment in Fang Ling's fiery eyes.
"There will be a new battle soon. You can take a look and simulate it in your mind."
"Stop staring at other people's necks and change your fighting habit of drawing a knife to their necks."
"You must remember that you can't kill people ruthlessly in a game of war!"
"Yes, teacher."
Fang Ling responded awkwardly and looked away from the necks of the people on the ring.
But what was on his mind was something else.
How could he not stare at his neck? Was he trying to fight a game?
It's a life and death battle.
Of course, this can't be rushed.
It's easy to make mistakes if you rush, so take a look first.
Fang Ling suppressed his rapidly beating heart and stared at the battle on the field.
The host's opening words came to my ears.
"Next is our sixth spirit fighting arena, the sixth one-on-one spirit fighting in the evening. Two great spirit masters will appear."
"The difference is, the soul master Long Ze, who possesses the beast martial spirit White Spirit Python, faced off against the soul master Lola, who has already won a match and possesses the weapon martial spirit big wooden club."
"What exactly is..."
After a brief introduction of information, Fang Ling automatically blocked the host's chatter.
His eyes focused on the battle in the field.
Both sides of the battle are strong men. At first glance, there are only two words "strong" and "big".
Both of them have majestic bodies, with hard muscles and clear lines.
The skin is dark black, as if it has been tempered and tough.
The veins are twisted and intertwined, almost like small dark blue snakes all over his body.
Their eyes were all sharp and fierce, filled with fierce light.
The one with the weapon spirit big wooden stick is a little thinner, but not much.
As soon as the two men came on stage, they both looked up to the sky and let out a thunderous roar. The sound was like thunder, shocking the hearts of the people.
The surrounding temperature seemed to have dropped a bit due to their momentum, and the tense atmosphere made the audience burst into loud cheers.
Like a fool.
Fang Ling commented like this.
He was completely indifferent to the yelling at each other.
They are just two first-level soul masters. They fight just as they fight. Why are they shouting?
They are all white soul rings, making them look as if they are very powerful.
The momentum is good, but this action is full of flaws, tsk...
As Fang Ling expected, he was not very strong.
The fighting process was simple and crude, with some skills but not much. It was basically purely relying on brute force, which made him frown tightly.
The battle ended quickly, and it was the big wooden stick spirit master who won.
In the early stage, having a weapon-like spirit is always a bit of an advantage.
The next one starts immediately.
Both sides of the match are slightly stronger.
After watching it all night, it was almost ten o'clock.
Lin Tianyang took him back to school, "How do you feel?"
"They all look weak. Can I try it out tomorrow?" Fang Ling requested.
"Well... ok, then your wife and I will go watch the battle and cheer you on."
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