Chapter 38 I will turn into the sun
Thirteen points are gained, plus one saved, for a total of fourteen points.
Of course the points are not saved, they are used as you get them.
In the first-ring soul master stage, two points are added to one level, and one level is added every half month to reflect his statement that life and death battles can force out his potential.
He needs this as a reasonable reason to be able to quickly upgrade to the first level of innateness.
If some people don't believe it, then go fight a few more life-and-death battles and you will naturally know whether what Fang Ling said is true or false.
If the person who verified it was beaten to death, it would be considered confirmed. Of course, the dead person could not speak.
A total of two levels were clicked, which cost four points.
The remaining nine points are all added to the martial spirit.
Of course, the panel has also undergone corresponding changes.
Soul power: 12 (31%) → 14 (31%)
Martial Spirit: Sickle (Lv1, 10%→Lv2, 0%) (+)
(Common agricultural tools used in rural areas to harvest crops and mow grass have been strengthened, and their toughness and sharpness have been slightly improved. It can be said to be an enhanced version of the agricultural sickle.)
Specialty: Sharpness Lv1 → Lv2 (the martial soul's inherent skill, after one enhancement, the sharpness has been slightly improved. You can now use it to easily break through the defense of ordinary soul masters of the same level.)
Tenacity Lv1 → Lv2 (the inherent expertise of the martial spirit. After one strengthening, the hardness and toughness are slightly enhanced, which is out of the scope of agricultural use but not completely out of the scope of agriculture.)
There is one point left.
The thirteenth life-and-death battle has just ended.
The rest area is an exclusive rest area only available to soul masters who have won more than ten games.
The master's wife is treating Fang Ling.
The sewing technique is skillful and gentle.
The purple thousand-year soul ring shines, and the petals of the green emerald flower fall gently like thin-winged butterflies.
It landed on Fang Ling's right chest and dissipated instantly, and the life force immediately poured out and soaked into it.
There was a shocking, bone-deep wound about ten centimeters long.
The skin around the wound looked pale and tight. Fang Ling breathed lightly and did not dare to take a big breath.
Because every breath brought him excruciating pain.
This was slashed by the opponent in the thirteenth game, a soul master who was also good at close combat and whose martial spirit was a dagger.
The battle fell into a disadvantage immediately. I originally wanted to run, but I keenly found an opportunity to win.
In the end, he traded his injuries for his life and successfully won.
There were tears in the corners of the teacher's eyes. While treating her, she scolded: "Why don't you run away?"
"I didn't run because I judged there was a chance of victory."
Fang Ling spoke carefully, not daring to go against the angry wife.
"Then you're injured and you react so quickly, can't you be more cautious?"
"Master Wife, I really can't be cautious, and the teacher can also see it."
He replied to the latter question in a low voice, looking at Lin Tianyang for help.
Lin Tianyang tried to help defend: "There is really nothing we can do. Even if the person's reaction is not enough, his attack speed is very fast and he has richer combat experience."
"To get a kill with a non-fatal wound is already an extremely fast reaction, and I can't even do it."
"Shut up!" Master Shu Manyun scolded.
Is she the kind of person who will randomly direct others to fight?
The purpose of saying these words was to make Fang Ling pay attention and think of the teacher and his wife waiting for him.
Lin Tianyang smiled coquettishly and spread his hands towards his apprentice.
It was his wife who spoke, but she loved him so much that she couldn't help him more.
The room fell into silence, except for Fang Ling's "hissing" sound due to the pain in his chest.
"Is it worth it?" The wife still wanted to try to stop him.
The life force was still clinging to the sewn hole on Fang Ling's chest.
"Of course it's worth it, Master."
"I have been promoted from level 12 to level 14 in one month. This is a huge improvement beyond the imagination of the world."
"Even if it means death?" Schuman Yun wanted to persuade him again.
Fang Ling clenched his fists and his eyes were bright.
"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you may die in the evening."
"I'm just an insignificant soul master of the first level, with just a little more fighting talent."
"To be able to achieve such great growth now is because I have found a path that suits me. Why not feel lucky?" Is it reasonable? Very reasonable!
There is great terror between life and death.
Lin Tianyang, with his hands folded beside him, was in a state of superposition of envy and disenvy.
Although the speed of practice is fast, the risks faced are also extremely high.
If you often walk by the river, how can your shoes not get wet?
If you relax a little once or twice, the consequences will be death.
He has a lovely wife, a happy life, and a good background. He doesn't dare to wade into such muddy waters like the lonely Fang Ling.
And it's not like everyone likes fighting as much as Fang Ling.
After participating in a life and death battle for a long time, under the pressure of life and death in that kind of situation, you will be driven crazy.
"This road is not easy to walk."
Lin Tianguang could understand how difficult this bloody and murderous road was just by thinking about it.
"But this is my only way." Fang Ling just smiled, "My naturally strong fighting talent can only make me more powerful, but it cannot make me practice faster."
"Same as turning into a pile of loess, instead of being buried in the dust, I would rather be that shooting star crossing the sky, blooming with my own magnificent brilliance in the world!"
"Would you rather turn into a shooting star?" Lin Tianyang murmured, his expression a little more sad.
As soon as these words came out, it was almost foreseeable that this talented disciple would pass away.
"Teacher, why do you have to look like this?" Fang Ling's eyes were as clear as a clear spring water.
"Sad to foresee your death."
Lin Tianyang's voice was slightly deep.
Fang Ling was silent.
The panel generates points out of thin air too slowly, mainly through killing.
The wanton killing of soul beasts is prohibited by the Wuhun Palace, and dangers are everywhere in the soul beast forest. Graduating early and focusing on fighting means a lack of knowledge.
You can't go into the forest alone, otherwise you won't know how you will die.
And without any background, it is easy to be labeled as a fallen soul master and be regarded as a performance by the Spirit Hall.
Therefore, it is okay to upgrade the soul-killing beast, but it must have a background and be very trustworthy - the only thing Fang Ling can think of is Dugu Bo who has detoxified him.
This will have to be discussed later when we go to Tiandou Royal Academy.
Nowadays, killing people is naturally risky, and no matter how careful you are, you still can't avoid accidents.
But how can there be absolute safety in the world?
Being able to kill and upgrade, ignoring the so-called bottlenecks, ignoring the amount of innate soul power, and practicing skills to get twice the result with half the effort is already a huge advantage.
We can no longer be greedy and ask for more.
Fang Ling was silent for a moment, his body seemed to grow taller in an instant, and his eyes penetrated the void, as if he had reached the unspeakable other shore.
The lonely voice echoed in the room.
"Teacher, I believe in myself and I will not give up just yet."
"The future is bright, but the road is tortuous. It just requires a little more hard work."
"I may not be just a fleeting meteor, maybe I will eventually become the sun shining in the sky~"
Lin Tianyang shook his head and sighed: "Then I'm looking forward to it."
"I hope that one day I can see you turn into the sun and shine on the world."
"Of course, this won't be too far away." Fang Ling nodded gently and put on a victorious smile.
As long as you get through this period of development, find Dugu Bo, detoxify and gain his true trust, you won't have to be so secretive about your upgrade.
Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the injury on his chest had long since recovered under the continuous treatment given by his wife.
Fang Ling signed up, but was told that she needed to wait.
With too many consecutive victories, it was difficult for him to match a suitable opponent in a one-on-one life and death battle.
It’s rare for someone to win more than a dozen life-and-death battles in a row and still fight after being promoted from an Iron Fighting Spirit to a Bronze Fighting Spirit.
When Fang Ling was thinking about whether to go to the gaming area to practice one-on-one.
Two days later, the staff of the Great Soul Fighting Arena found him: "We've found a match."
(End of chapter)