Chapter 40 Thrilling


Chapter 40 Thrilling

The yellow century-old soul ring suddenly lit up.

Soul skill, Wind Piercer!

Taken from the century-old soul beast Wind Eagle, it is a rush skill that can be activated extremely quickly.

Surrounded by the green flowing wind, Xu Chi maintained a straight stabbing posture, the tip of the sword flashing with sharp light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the space.

In an instant, he crossed several meters and stabbed Fang Ling with a sword.

This seemingly retreating attack is actually extremely difficult to stop.

Many people died from this sudden attack.

This is also the origin of his nickname "Heart-piercing Blaze".

Fang Ling was particularly wary of this, as if his own nickname of "Slit-Throat Ling" came from cutting his throat.

Xu Chi's name can also reflect his certain fighting habits.

It matches very well with what the host said.

For example, sting!

This sudden retreat made Fang Ling feel alarmed.

The sudden yellow light that entered his eyes also confirmed his judgment that he was trying to hold it back.

When he saw Xu Chi's sudden advance, Fang Ling did not think anything and subconsciously ducked to the side.

The howling of the wind was particularly harsh.

The sharp sound was like countless sharp knives waving in the air, cutting the air and bringing a biting chill.

Xu Chi was extremely surprised to discover that the Wind Piercer, who was usually always invincible, could sometimes accomplish great feats in one fell swoop.

It actually only scratched a layer of blood on the opponent's skin.

“What a quick response!”

With a tsk in his mouth, Xu Chi pulled the tip of his sword, and with the remaining wind of his soul skill, he stabbed Fang Ling's heart with the long black sword again.

Fang Ling couldn't dodge this time. Even though he had blocked it with his sickle, he still couldn't completely block it because of his hasty reaction and lack of strength.

There was a big hole on the side of the heart, between the ribs.

"Damn!" Lin Tianyang looked at this tense and exciting battle, his expression suddenly tense.

He couldn't help but slap his thigh hard.

Fang Ling's reaction is quick, but his strength is low. When he goes back this time, he must be eaten hard and then carry out targeted strength training!

If he survives...

"Little Fang Ling!" Seeing that he was suddenly at a disadvantage, Shu Manyun's eyes widened and he shouted in disbelief.

"Heart-piercing blazing! Kill! Charge!"

"Ling who cut his throat will be killed!"

"I'm going to die!" The audience roared.

The one who has won thirteen games in a row will be killed by the one who has won ten games in a row. The genius of King of War Academy will be killed by the youngest son of the city lord.

What an exciting battle.

Fang Ling, the person who was stabbed, looked pale.

The Wujin Sword pierced his lungs, and the feeling of severe pain and difficulty breathing was transmitted to his brain.

Blood dripped down his chest, and a strong fishy-sweet smell flowed up his trachea and into his nose.

Not weak due to pain, Fang Ling's eyes became more fierce in an instant.

Just now was the closest he had come to death.

Almost stabbed in the heart!

However, the moment the opponent's movement ended, it also gave Fang Ling a good opportunity.

The scythe disappeared from his right hand and appeared in his left hand in an instant, continuing to fend off the opponent's attacks.

He stepped hard, not caring that the sword stabbed deeper, and at the same time, the sickle hooked the sword and stretched outward.

The rapid secretion of adrenaline prevented him from even caring about the huge pain caused by the sword cutting into his body.

"How cruel!" The audience all exclaimed.

"Hiss—!" Lin Tianyang couldn't help but cover his chest, his heart pounding.

Everyone saw that Fang Ling was in mid-air, flipping his body and performing an extreme side kick.

This all-out kick hit Xu Chi on the side of the head.

"Boom!"

Fang Ling clutched his chest and fell to the ground, almost kneeling down in front of the explosive dying pain.

Xu Chi flew a few meters away, and his body collided violently with the ground.

The powerful kick almost shattered his skull, almost knocking him unconscious!

Even though he didn't completely lose consciousness, there was a huge hematoma on his head, his skull was cracked, and his brain was still concussing.

Not only is the vision blurred, but the hearing is also greatly affected, and the senses have been weakened to the extreme.

Xu Chi wanted to collect his scattered consciousness, but he only felt the world spinning. Holding the blood gushing out from his left chest to prevent himself from losing too much blood, Fang Ling held his breath and moved forward quickly.

Brain injuries are not easy to recover from.

For humans, it can almost be said to be a death sentence.

This is a perfect opportunity to kill Xu Chi directly before he recovers and end this dangerous battle.

"Kill!" He yelled angrily to mislead him, and Fang Ling staggered slightly and changed directions.

Go from behind to be safer.

Xu Chi was still struggling, and the Wujin Sword suddenly slashed out in the direction of the sound.

But his incomplete senses only allowed him to vaguely perceive the direction.

Fang Ling's misdirection played a big role.

The black gold sword stabbed into the air, but the sickle found the right spot.

Cut his throat with a knife.

Heart-piercing blazing, death!

Having won, the opponent is dead, and there will be no more variables.

Without waiting for the host to announce the result, Fang Ling immediately ran towards the master and mistress.

The injury was a bit serious this time. There was a cut in the lung and there was a lot of blood. He needed to be treated quickly.

Lin Tianyang hurriedly greeted him, picked up Fang Ling and walked towards the lounge.

The specialized healing spirit master from the large spirit fighting arena on the side immediately followed up, used spirit skills to stop the bleeding, washed away the dirty blood with water, and then sutured it.

He also inserted a one-way tube for exhaust into the tip of Fang Ling's chest.

The master's wife, Shuman Yun, used the first and third soul rings alternately, so that Fang Ling's wounds would not be infected and the injuries could be repaired quickly.

The two of them worked together to save Fang Ling without leaving any trouble.

"My duties end here."

"The rest is up to you."

The healing soul master in the Great Soul Fighting Field put away his tools and nodded to Shuman Yun and Lin Tianyang.

With a lot of gratitude, the two left this exclusive lounge.

After resting for a long time, at least two hours passed. Lying on the bed in the lounge, Fang Ling opened his eyes.

Seeing the slightly worried faces of the teacher and his wife, he forced a smile and said: "My wife, teacher, I won in the end."

"But Xiao Fang Ling, you almost died!" Schuman Yun wanted to scold, but in the end he was speechless, sincerely worried for him.

This life and death battle is different from the past, too thrilling.

As long as Fang Ling's reaction was just a little slower and his heart was pierced, he would be dead.

"I'm sorry, Master, for making you and the teacher worry about me."

Fang Ling reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, and his voice was full of energy in an instant, "I was born stubborn and stubborn, and I have gone through many hardships, how could I fail in this place!"

After speaking, he quickly softened

The master's wife clenched her fists tightly, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Fang Ling wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but his hand had no strength.

So I tried another method of comfort.

"I have a hunch that after a few more days of practicing, I should be able to achieve a breakthrough, and by then I will be at level fifteen!"

There was a little left before, but I gained a little this time.

Wait a few days and click on it.

Lin Tianyang was also blaming in his heart. He was stunned when he heard this and had to change his words:

"Fang Ling, you did something wrong when fighting. The sickle is very wide and can block the front of the sword tip. Your reaction is enough for you to block the sickle in front of the Wujin sword tip."

"I'm very familiar with this martial spirit. It's hard but not sharp. It can definitely be blocked."

"Remember, there is a way to fight with small strength. Never use your own shortcomings to touch the enemy's strengths."

Fang Ling's eyes didn't blink. After a simple simulation, he found that this was really the case.

"Never use your shortcomings to touch the enemy's strengths."

Repeat it again and nod slightly.

"Teacher, I will remember this lesson deeply."

"Just remember it, review it again when you go back, and strengthen your training later."

Fang Ling wanted to get up, but found that not only his arms, but also his body were weak, as if he was seriously ill.

Schuman Yun tapped his forehead and said angrily: "Don't move. You have lost a lot of blood and your face is pale. You should recuperate for a while first."

"Tianyang, you hold little Fang Ling, let's go back to the academy."

When Lin Tianyang heard this, he put one hand on his back and the other on the crook of his leg, and directly picked up Fang Ling.

(End of chapter)

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