Besides, he is no longer a beggar now. Because of the existence of the panel, he will have to walk a killing road with corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.
Confidence should be cultivated from now on!
If you don't even dare to fail a little, how can you face bigger challenges in the future?
"You may be weak, but you have a lot of courage. You are stronger than them. Put your clothes away first."
While Fang Ling was searching for a suitable bed, Wang Sheng pointed to his own bed.
"You didn't bring any bedding, so you can put it on my bed first. It won't be dusty and will be cleaner."
"Okay." Fang Ling felt a little warm in his heart and responded with a smile.
Wang Sheng was a man who spoke in sarcastic tones. He would deliberately pick on people's sore spots and give them nicknames as soon as he opened his mouth. He acted condescending, but he didn't seem to have a bad heart.
Considering that he has always stood up for the working students and taken the beatings, and taken responsibility, it is a normal thought for him to want corresponding power.
However, being willing to build good relations with them is one thing, and showing one's own strength to avoid being bullied in the future is another.
Research on the panel is the top priority. Fang Ling has his own things to do and his own path to follow.
Don't be bound by it!
After placing the clothes on the bed where Wang Sheng pointed, he raised the sickle again.
The bright silver blade looked as if it had been newly sharpened.
When Wang Sheng saw the bright light, his expression became serious.
Then he set up his stance on the open space created by the beds around him that his classmates had helped to push aside.
This fight is different from ordinary ones.
Although the enemy he faced was a little cripple and not very strong, he was armed with sharp weapons.
A sickle is not a weapon-type martial spirit suitable for combat, and the sickle in Fang Ling's hand is just an ordinary farm tool.
But looking at its shiny sharp appearance, if you get cut by it, you will definitely bleed and there will definitely be a cut on your body.
Even if the healing soul master in the academy could cure it, it would still hurt.
His soul power is as high as level eight, and his martial soul is the king of beasts, the war tiger. He is already the strongest among the part-time students.
However, after all, I am not a soul master. How can I still have a pair of flesh hands to catch the blade?
So I have to be extremely careful.
"Wang Sheng, martial spirit fighting tiger, level eight spirit power."
"Fang Ling, Wuhun sickle, level one soul power."
Because it was just a competition, both parties reported their cultivation levels as usual, and Fang Ling did not put his left hand into the bag of lime.
Facing a soul master who has soul power to protect his body, this little trick will not have any significant effect at all.
When Wang Sheng heard his cultivation level, he felt relieved.
At the soul master stage, the difference in soul power level has an absolute impact on strength.
He is level eight, but Fang Ling is only level one, and is also missing half of his left calf. No matter how you look at it, he has a good chance of winning.
Because he had the advantage, in order to free Fang Ling from psychological baggage, and also in order to avoid dying inexplicably in a competition.
Wang Sheng took a deep breath and reminded, "There are healing soul masters in the academy. Just don't chop my neck or vital parts, and the injury will heal quickly."
After saying that, he took the lead and moved closer to Fang Ling.
He is only level eight, has no spirit rings, and no long-range attack spirit skills. Close combat is his only means of attack.
He approached very slowly, and as he moved, his eyes were fixed on the sickle in Fang Ling's hand.
Wang Sheng is already eleven years old and has been in the academy for five years.
His fighting skills can't be said to be bad, but they are not good either.
Although he often helps others, he is always beaten and the bruises on his face have not yet disappeared.
However, the long life of being beaten did allow him to figure out some things.
There is a set of methods for dealing with weapon-type spirit masters, the most important of which is not to let the weapon out of sight.
Now is the time to look for opportunities.
Wang Sheng moved slowly and fought hesitantly, but Fang Ling didn't want to wait.
He must take the initiative.
"Don't delay, make it quick!"
With a cold snort, he stomped the wooden prosthesis, whose cotton had been removed, hard on the stone floor.
There was a muffled "bang" sound.
The sickle was tilted slightly, Fang Ling gripped the wooden handle tightly, and with the momentum of the forward charge, he swung his arm upward at a very fast speed. The sharp sickle blade cut directly at Wang Sheng's abdomen.
Wang Sheng, on the other hand, concentrated his attention and watched his movements closely.
He wanted to use his longer arm span and faster speed to hit the side of the knife and slap it open.
Fang Ling attacked with his right hand, while he used his left hand, and the direction of the attack was from the outside to the inside, with a downward pressing posture.
As long as he could hit the target, Wang Sheng guaranteed that he would definitely win thanks to his strong body.
To be on the safe side and avoid being cut by the sickle, he let out a low roar and activated his martial spirit.
A faint yellow light immediately emerged from his body, and his speed and strength suddenly increased.
The power of the war tiger at this time!
He used his martial spirit so quickly?
Fang Ling's heart sank slightly. He originally thought that Wang Sheng would be arrogant because of his lame leg and short stature.
I didn't expect that I would use martial soul at the beginning.
A bit hard to top.
Fang Ling made an emergency move to adjust the position.
Wang Sheng must not be allowed to hit the side of the sickle.
Otherwise, if the force is too great, the body will be affected and you will definitely lose.
He gritted his teeth and tried his best.
But the physical advantage of being five years older and the added bonus of a powerful beast spirit are not to be taken lightly. How could he react in time for this temporary reaction?
Just as he was about to be hit by Wang Sheng, Fang Ling suddenly had an idea.
The faint light fluttered, and the sickle spirit disappeared in an instant.
Wang Sheng missed.
The force of the hit is not great, but the empty hit is still greatly affected.
At an extremely fast speed, it instantly passed Fang Ling's arm, and he felt like he had strength but nowhere to use it.
Even his body was slightly tilted by this force.
Wang Sheng's eyes widened instantly and he cried out in his heart, "Oh no!"
Damn it!
How could I forget that weapon spirits would disappear?
Fang Ling was still rushing forward. After Wang Sheng's arm passed by, he exerted force with his left foot, tilted his body slightly, and the sickle martial spirit appeared in his left hand at the right time.
This time use a reverse grip and use maximum force.
However, the blade was not used, but the back of the knife.
Even with soul power protecting the body, how strong is the soul master's talent?
One cut will definitely result in blood!
If one attack fails to win, it will definitely anger Wang Sheng and make him burst out with even stronger power.
This is inconsistent with Fang Ling's purpose.
He just needed to make Wang Sheng and other students understand that he was not someone to be trifled with.
The reason for fighting is to disobey Wang Sheng, not to offend others.
The next moment, the back of the knife hit Wang Sheng's stomach.
Fang Ling is thin and his sickle is not heavy, but the force of his charge is very strong.
He was able to carve out a prosthetic limb out of broken wood, and the only thing worth praising about him was the strength of his arms.
Wang Sheng couldn't help but cry out in pain when a piece of iron hit his weakest part, his stomach.
His stomach churned and he staggered a few steps before he could stand firm.
But I did feel relieved.
Wang Sheng asked in surprise: "Little Cripple, no, Fang Ling, what are you doing?"
It's strange that they didn't press on the victory.
After all, he had been in the Soul Master Academy for five years. How could he not see that the opponent was holding back?
Fang Ling smiled and explained: "I only have level one soul power, I can't beat you."
(End of this chapter)