Chapter 37: The first reveal of fame
The scene was very lively, and some people kept cheering.
The host raised his hand high and spoke impassionedly.
"Yes, you heard it right! It's the new student at War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy, the genius Fang Ling!"
"Still a new student with a lame leg!"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was excited.
Lame, genius, and freshman, the combination of these three is too strange.
"Another soul master who is also trying a life-and-death battle for the first time, a first-level soul master with a fighting bear spirit, Cui Feng."
"The lame little genius soul master Fang Ling of the War King will face off against the Xiong Wuhun soul master Cui Feng. Let us wait and see who can win!"
The cheers grew stronger, and the audience couldn't help but watch Fang Ling, who was touted as a genius, perform.
"Hurry up and play!"
"Yahoo~!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The crowd waved their arms and cheered.
Lin Tianyang was extremely nervous at this time and held his wife's hand tightly.
As the deputy director of the treatment room, Schuman Yun often helped college students deal with various injuries and saw a lot of blood.
It has calmed down first.
After the host stepped down.
Fang Ling and another soul master whose martial soul was a war bear quickly came to the stage from the preparation area.
The War Bear Spirit Master is thirty years old, with a fleshy face and slightly high cheekbones.
With a pair of triangular eyes and a hooked nose, he doesn't look like a good person.
When he saw Fang Ling, he spoke in the same arrogant manner as the red-haired fire monkey soul master before:
"Little cripple, did you sneak here behind the academy's back?"
"In such a dangerous battle of life and death, I will not take action. You can jump down and save yourself a life."
The waving gesture and bored expression were like shooing away flies.
Facing these taunts from him, Fang Ling looked calm and unperturbed.
Without saying a word, he just showed his sickle.
The slightly skewed silver-white sickle blade shimmered with cold light. No one would doubt whether this thing could kill people.
The moment the martial soul appeared, the yellow soul ring emerging from his body suddenly lit up.
Star Mole changes!
Nerve reflexes increase by 30%!
Fang Ling rushed forward quickly.
The usually bright eyes were now deep and dull, like two pools of cold stagnant water.
The steps were steady and silent, each step seemed to be precisely calculated without wasting any extra energy.
The War Bear Spirit Master secretly scolded the boy for not practicing martial ethics and quickly activated his martial spirit.
He is acting domineering outside, but he recently owed money, so he had to come here for emergencies.
I thought I could scare off the little soul master in front of me, but I didn't expect that this kid didn't answer anything.
Of course not, what's there to say to a dead person?
Points are all points!
Fang Ling's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he saw the War Bear Soul Master grinning ferociously and letting out a martial soul, and then a ten-year-old white soul ring lit up on his body.
When he activated the soul ring, a bright red light emerged from his body.
A pair of stern eyes suddenly turned blood red, and a manic aura came from his body.
It was as if he had lost his own will.
"Fanatical?" Fang Ling recognized it and was secretly happy.
This soul skill's amplification is very strong and comprehensive, including speed, defense, and attack.
And the most powerful thing is that it can make the pain disappear temporarily.
Even a ten-year spirit ring is as strong as an ordinary hundred-year spirit ring.
But the shortcomings are also very big, which can make the soul master lose his mind.
This move is the basis of the War Bear Spirit Master's domineering power, and it is very effective against other spirit masters.
A punch-to-flesh attack, relying on the powerful amplification of the War Bear Spirit on the body and the huge bonus of ignoring pain, cannot be beaten by ordinary soul masters.
The war bear soul master thought that the lame man had difficulty moving, so he just opened the soul ring and killed him in one stroke.
It's a pity that Fang Ling is flexible. He advocates precise combat, and his nerve reflexes are far beyond those of ordinary people.
For Fang Ling, this was like hitting the muzzle of a gun directly!
Lin Tianyang saw the War Bear Soul Master's eyes turn red and became manic instantly. He immediately recognized this soul skill and directly asserted:
"Fang Ling won!"
"Why did you win?" Schuman Yun breathed a sigh of relief, with confusion in his beautiful eyes, "I don't think the other person looks very strong?"
"You'll know just by looking at it, Xiao Fang Ling's fighting is art."
Schuman Yun fell silent, and both of them became attentive.
After the War Bear Soul Master went berserk, he ran straight towards Fang Ling, but Fang Ling slowed down.
Jump horizontally to dodge his full-strength fist attack.
The sickle cut through his clothes and made a shallow bloody gash on his waist.
It's not sharp enough. If you want to kill with one strike, you still have to use only the neck.
Formulating a strategy in his mind, Fang Ling started teasing him provocatively.
The irrational War Bear Spirit Master didn't bother him at all, and ran towards him with big strides.
Fang Ling walked opposite him, and when he saw the right moment, he dwarfed himself.
While dodging the attack from his fist, he stretched out his right foot to trip, flicked nimbly, and hit his back with an elbow, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.
The prepared scythe flashed past.
Then Fang Ling quickly stepped back with great foresight.
The war bear soul master neighed.
This is the sound that can only be made after the trachea is cut off.
The broken carotid arteries on both sides of his body were bleeding rapidly.
He still wanted to rush towards Fang Ling, but he lacked blood supply and his eyes lost focus.
He could only dance wildly with his hands and feet, and fell to the ground all of a sudden.
The bright red blood gushing out made the ground soaked in blood even redder, giving people an extra smooth feeling when stepped on.
War Bear Soul Master, die!
The host quickly stood up on stage, checked, and announced with great enthusiasm: "The winner of this life and death battle is the genius soul master of King of War Academy - Fang Ling! The winner is one."
"After Soul Master Fang Ling steps down, please remember to register, and don't forget to collect your gold soul coins when you leave."
"Well, thank you." Fang Ling watched the points column increase a little, feeling happy and simply saying thank you.
"Good! Good death!"
“It’s cool!”
"Genius, amazing!"
The audience was almost crazy excited by the scene in the ring, and their passionate emotions could not be suppressed and poured out continuously from the depths of their hearts.
The sound was high and stirring, like a wave of waves.
Raising his sickle and signaling to all parties, Fang Ling quickly cleaned the blood from the soles of his shoes in a special place before returning to the auditorium.
Looking at the worried two people, a bright smile appeared on their delicate little faces: "Teacher, Wife, I won."
"Are you happy that you won? This time you were just lucky and met a restrained opponent!"
Lin Tianyang was very pleased, but he was belittling.
"Yes, yes, thank you teacher for reminding me, it's just a battle, I won't be proud."
His wife, Shu Manyun, pinched his ears.
"Of course you can't be proud, this is a life and death battle."
In the two men's teachings to Fang Ling, one month passed in an instant.
With Fang Ling's powerful fighting talent, it was either easy or thrilling, with minor injuries.
After a month of fighting, including Zhan Xiong Spirit Master, he participated in a total of thirteen life-and-death battles, won thirteen games in a row, and killed thirteen people.
Earn 185 points and be directly promoted to Bronze Fighting Spirit.
(End of chapter)