The next night, the sky was dark.
Just after dinner, Lin Tianyang, Shu Manyun and his wife brought Fang Ling to the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.
Registration was very quick.
Since there was only one of him, of course he signed up for a one-on-one match.
This was the first time to fight in the Soul Fighting Arena. Fang Ling was slightly excited and his body was shaking.
Master's wife Shu Manyun calmly lifted the hair by her ear, looked at him like this, and said gently:
"How is it? It's your first time participating in a fighting spirit. Are you nervous?"
"A little bit." Fang Ling replied honestly.
"Our combat genius is still nervous?" She smiled lightly.
"They are all too weak. I'm afraid I'll kill them by mistake."
This sentence was very arrogant, and people around couldn't help but look sideways.
Some people wanted to make some sarcastic remarks, but when they saw that Lin Tianyang was wearing the clothes of a teacher from the War King Academy, they shut up and left in silence.
The Great Fighting Spirit Arena will maintain basic order, but they have no right to do anything if someone gets beaten for swearing.
Everyone who heard this thought that the lame boy was very arrogant, but to Lin Tianyang it had a different meaning.
He laughed and scolded, "Good boy, don't cut people's vital parts. It's a bit troublesome to kill people in a game."
"It doesn't matter if you lose money. The teacher can help you, but you will have to work for me from now on."
"Yeah, don't worry, teacher. I won't attack other people's vital points." Fang Ling nodded indifferently.
Fight first, then you can ask the teacher to participate in the life-and-death battle.
One-on-one matches are played based on a draw.
While other soul masters are fighting, the waiting soul masters can choose to be spectators or take a rest.
Of course Fang Ling chose to watch the game.
He is full of energy and doesn't need this so-called meditation at the last minute.
Fighting is nothing more than attacking with your sickle and dodging enemy attacks. There's nothing to worry about.
These games were slightly better than yesterday's, so Fang Ling watched them with great interest.
Soon he heard someone calling his name.
After a fight, a host in a tuxedo stood in the center of the ring again.
"Next, we will have the fourth one-on-one soul fighting match in the sixth soul fighting arena. Two soul masters will appear."
"They are Fang Ling, a soul master with the weapon spirit sickle, and another soul master who is new to the fighting arena, Tian Wen, who has won two games in a row and has the beast spirit Exploding Fire Monkey."
"Who will win or lose, let's wait and see."
The battle between the first-ring soul masters was not very entertaining to watch, and there were not many spectators in the stands.
However, one could clearly hear someone calling Tian Wen's name.
His fights were more explosive, the scenes were more cool, and they left a certain impression on people.
A short red-haired young man quickly came to the fighting arena amid cheers.
His skin is wheat-colored and his body is not very strong, but his strong muscles reveal his extraordinary fighting ability.
With his arms folded across his chest and a hint of arrogance on his face, he displayed the temperament of a strong man to the fullest.
On the other side, Fang Ling clicked twice and easily jumped from the fighting arena to the stage.
His body has started to grow faster with the help of digestion.
The muscles on his arms have gradually become apparent. Although they cannot be compared with those of adults, he still has enough strength to cut open a neck.
"There are children in this ring of fighting spirits?"
"How old are you? Why are you coming to the Great Fighting Arena so soon?"
"Look at his feet. He's still a cripple!"
The audience was instantly boiling.
Nothing is more exciting than the appearance of something new and surprising.
It will be interesting to see the new cripple boy fighting against the young man who has won two games in a row.
Lin Tianyang and Shu Manyun in the audience immediately focused their expressions.
This is my disciple's first soul fight, I can't miss it.
"Can we win?" Shu Manyun asked worriedly, covering his chest with one hand.
"Just look at the posture of the opponent and you will know that he is guaranteed to win."
Although he hadn't seen this person last night, Lin Tianyang was still sure that he could do it thanks to Fang Ling's flexibility and extreme reaction.
This guy deserves to be beaten. The red-haired youth Tian Wen saw a child across from him and was surprised: "Whose child is coming to the fighting arena to play?"
"I heard that War King Academy has just finished recruiting students."
"I'm a student from there. What's the problem?" Fang Ling asked puzzledly.
"You didn't sneak into the Great Fighting Spirit Arena not long after you entered school, did you?"
The red-haired young man was startled for a moment, then said with a playful smile: "Listen to my brother's advice and go back to practice well. You are too young and disabled, so I can't bully you."
Fang Ling was not affected by his words.
"Wait until you are defeated by a disabled person like me, and you will know what humiliation is!"
"What does it look like to be so timid?"
The red-haired young man was stunned: "Hey~ kid, you!"
Glancing at him with contempt, Fang Ling clenched the sickle in his hand and shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, open your martial spirit and fight!"
"You've won two games, why are you pretending? It's as if you don't know who you are."
It's not a life-and-death battle, so you don't need the opponent to look down on you. A game of chess still requires the opponent to show some strength.
This will allow you to see more of your own level.
So, get angry first.
Fire-attribute soul masters have hot tempers, and are the kind of people who show off how awesome they are as soon as they arrive. They have big character flaws.
Just a few words will do.
The red-haired young man was fooled, and his mouth twitched:
"Okay, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of your academy teacher!"
A red light flashed between his eyebrows, and his body was covered with red monkey hair.
The flames above his head were burning fiercely. The Explosive Fire Monkey Soul Master threw a punch, let out a wild roar, and rushed towards Fang Ling angrily.
Lin Tianyang held his wife's soft little hand and whispered to her.
He wanted to show off himself, and explained the situation:
"Generally speaking, and for future considerations, most beast spirit masters choose amplification spirit skills for their first ring."
"You see the fire monkey is moving forward now, which means it's going to be a close combat."
"boom--!"
Lin Tianyang analyzed this and then heard a loud bang.
Seeing the yellow soul ring of the Exploding Fire Monkey Soul Master shining, he spit out fire directly at Fang Ling.
He dodged and stepped back in an instant.
Shu Manyun couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
Lin Tianyang's expression froze, and his tone was filled with a hint of anger.
"Well, long-range soul skills, what kind of configuration does this rubbish soul master have? Let me see how my good disciple will beat him up!"
Fang Ling had already activated his soul ring, and his nerve reflexes doubled based on the 30%.
He noticed the Exploding Fire Monkey Soul Master opening his mouth.
Fang Ling's natural keen fighting sense allowed him to instantly realize the opponent's trick.
It took a lot of tricks to beat a lame boy, which shows that provoking anger really works.
Unfortunately, it's still too slow.
Fang Ling's face was stern because he had predicted the opponent's attack and took action in advance.
He didn't even turn his body, but just took light steps to avoid the seemingly powerful flames.
While dodging the flames, he quickly rushed forward more than ten meters.
The diameter of this arena is only twenty meters.
The Exploding Fire Monkey Soul Master was still breathing fire when he realized that not only was his soul skill useless, but why was the opponent actually running directly in front of him?
In shock, he hurriedly stopped his soul skills, tensed his muscles, and threw a punch.
Fang Ling accurately turned sideways, avoiding the fist, and the sickle fell on his neck.
Using the least actions to achieve the greatest effect is his fighting habit.
The icy touch penetrated my heart, and all my arrogance and cleverness disappeared.
Explosive Fire Monkey Soul Master Tian Wen suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
"Don't use the knife, I give up!"
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