Chapter 39 Battle
The big spirit fighting arena is building momentum for the two of them so that more spectators can come.
It is extremely rare that those who have won dozens of games in a row and still participate in life-and-death battles are all top-notch ruthless people.
Even if the two parties fighting are only first-level soul masters, they are still qualified to fight in the main soul fighting arena.
The center of the one-on-one arena in the main soul fighting arena.
The neatly dressed host stepped on the wet blood and introduced the next extremely interesting battle in an emotional voice.
"Tonight's one-on-one life and death battle, two heavyweight guests have arrived."
"The first one is Fang Ling, a talented freshman who has just entered the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy!"
"He was nine years old, a man of few words, and extremely enthusiastic about fighting."
"The left leg is incomplete, but it does not affect his amazing fighting power."
"Its combat is eclectic, precise and quick, with excellent reactions. Every move is neither redundant nor delayed, with a unique cold beauty."
"The martial spirit is a sickle, and he has won thirteen consecutive games. Because he accurately cut his throat to kill his opponent in ten life-and-death battles, the audience likes to call him the 'Ling who cut his throat'."
Fang Ling finished warming up and waited expressionlessly.
He didn't know who his opponent was yet, but anyone who could win ten games in a row in a life-and-death battle was not easy to deal with. He was already prepared.
Prepare to kill the opponent, or prepare to escape.
The audience cheered enthusiastically and clapped continuously. Many people were cheering for this title.
Although the title "Slit-throat Ling" is not pleasant, it is just right.
Fang Ling reluctantly accepted it.
Seeing the heated atmosphere, the host immediately revealed the identity of the second person: "This second person is the youngest son of the city lord of Vic Bingfeng City, Xu Chi."
Lin Tianyang, who was waiting at the place where the players' relatives were watching the competition, immediately changed his expression and held his wife's hand slightly tightly.
"It's the city lord's youngest son who heard he was born a waste. He didn't expect to win ten rounds in a row in a life-and-death battle. This time he's in a bit of trouble."
"Is it because of his identity? But you didn't say he was a waste." Schuman Yun asked in confusion.
"The city lord doesn't care much about this son, but he has some issues with his father, so he might use it as an excuse."
Lin Tianyang looked solemn.
"Ah? Then should we stop the game immediately?" Schuman Yun was shocked.
After thinking for a moment, he shook his head slightly.
"It's okay, father is stronger."
"Besides, there are still rules for the Great Soul Fighting Arena. The city lord does not dare to offend the Great Soul Fighting Arena, so there is no need to worry too much."
"What's more, there are too many viewers, and it's impossible to stop the matter at this point. If you play with too many people, you will be in trouble."
"Let's look at Fang Ling's."
Fang Ling, who was waiting, couldn't help but frown when he heard the identity of his opponent.
He is someone with a background, I hope the teacher has a bigger background.
"Xu Chi, the martial soul is the same as the city lord. It is the black gold sword. He has won ten games in a row."
"Similar to Fang Ling's fighting style, it is also extremely precise and uses the least movements to achieve the most efficient kills."
"Because he is best at stabbing and piercing the enemy's heart with one sword, the audience nicknamed him 'Heart-piercing Blaze'."
"Then let's invite two of you to come on."
The people who cheered Fang Ling's name just now are also cheering for this.
I don’t have any preference, I just like to immerse myself in watching battles.
"Heart-piercing blazing!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The two jumped onto the ring to the cheers of the audience.
Fang Ling stared at his opponent.
She has shiny black curly hair and a faint smile on her cheeks.
He is not good-looking, but his chubby round face gives people a strange sense of familiarity.
Of course, Fang Ling is useless.
The sword should be used when it is necessary. This is a lesson learned from Tang San's defeat when he was tempted by Xiao Wu.
Not to mention that the opponent is a man, even if it is a beautiful woman who is as beautiful as a fairy and blocks his way, he can still be killed!
"I heard from the host that you are the youngest son of the city lord?" Fang Ling spoke in a rare opening with a hint of fear in his eyes.
"It's true that he is the youngest son of the city lord."
Xu Chi nodded, and then said: "But don't worry, just go all out. There are four brothers in my family, and they are all more talented than me."
"I have been weak since I was a child. I am only level 16 at the age of twelve this year. My talent is very poor and I am not taken seriously."
Fang Ling's doubts have not been dispelled:
"What if I kill you and your father goes to the academy to seek revenge?"
Xu Chi's eyes gradually became fiery: "He promised me to participate in the life-and-death battle. He promised that he would not embarrass anyone who would kill me. You can just swing the sword with confidence and boldness."
"If I die, it's just because I don't care about my strength. I can't blame anyone."
"And you can guarantee that you can kill me? Just because you have a winning streak, doesn't mean you are strong."
Fang Ling understood, stopped talking nonsense, and silently summoned his martial spirit.
The scythe has evolved once. Although the style has not changed, the texture in the hand has improved to a higher level.
The silver-white metallic sickle blade seemed to be waiting for the next soul.
At the same time that Fang Ling's sickle appeared, Xu Chi also showed his martial spirit.
The black gold sword is as black as ink and is vaguely dotted with cyan patterns, giving it a deep and mysterious feeling.
Xu Chi's body was the same as Fang Ling's, with only a yellow soul ring moving up and down.
A hundred years is what a city lord's son should have.
Not the white soul ring like Xiao Chenyu from Notting College.
The two began to confront each other and analyze their opponent's weaknesses.
After a while, they rushed forward in unison.
"Clang——!" The strengthened sickle's back collided with the black gold sword, making a sound of metal colliding.
"Your martial spirit doesn't seem to be strong enough." Xu Chi looked at the faint mark on the back of Fang Ling's sickle and suddenly smiled.
The Wujin Sword is a medium-to-high-level martial spirit, characterized by its hardness.
Although Xu Chi was not very talented, he actually inherited this powerful martial spirit.
Although Fang Ling's sickle has reached Level 2, it is still in the category of low-level martial arts. It is normal for it to leave traces.
Feeling the slight stinging sensation from the injured martial soul, Fang Ling immediately made a judgment.
Can fight!
If the opponent's martial spirit is too strong and can cut a big gash on the thick back of the sickle in one fell swoop, it is bound to be impossible to defeat.
If you encounter this kind of thing, you can only run away quickly.
The pain that reaches the sea of spirit cannot be endured by ordinary people, and there is a high probability that he will die.
Fang Ling put away his martial spirit, stepped forward, and leaned back.
The two were confronting each other. Unexpectedly, the Wujin sword lost resistance and passed through his body.
Then, Fang Ling grasped the sickle tightly, exerted force suddenly, and struck a swift vertical chop with extremely fast nerve reflexes.
With the force of thunder, the sword struck down with a "swish".
When Xu Chi faced Fang Ling's fierce attack, he also reacted instantly with his rich combat experience.
The sword returned quickly, as smoothly as flowing water.
Blocking is as solid as a rock.
"Ding! Dang! Ding! Dang!"
The two began to fight as fast as iron.
After fighting for a while, Xu Chi seemed to be at a disadvantage.
He took a step back, avoiding another sharp slash from Fang Ling at the cost of a bloody gash in his chest.
He kept walking back quickly, as if he wanted to take a short break.
But in the next second, his eyes immediately became fierce.
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