The scene was very lively, and some people kept cheering.
The host raised one hand and spoke passionately.
"Yes, you heard it right! It's the new student of the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy, the genius Fang Ling!"
"He's a freshman with a lame leg!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was excited.
Lame, genius, freshman, these three combined together is too strange.
"Another soul master, Cui Feng, is also trying a life-and-death battle for the first time. He is a first-ring soul master with a war bear martial spirit."
"War King Lame Genius Young Soul Master Fang Ling versus War Bear Martial Soul Master Cui Feng, who will win? Let's wait and see!"
The cheers grew louder and louder, and the audience couldn't help but watch the performance of Fang Ling, who was touted as a genius.
"Hurry up and get on stage!"
"Ah~!"
"Kill, kill, kill!"
Everyone waved their arms and cheered.
Lin Tianyang was extremely nervous at this time and held his wife's hand tightly.
As the deputy director of the treatment room, Shumanyun often helps students in the college deal with various injuries and sees a lot of blood.
It has already calmed down.
After the host left the stage.
Fang Ling and another soul master whose martial spirit was the war bear quickly came to the stage from the preparation area.
The War Bear Soul Master was about thirty years old, with a face full of flesh and slightly high cheekbones.
With a pair of triangular eyes and a hooked nose, he doesn't look like a good person.
When he saw Fang Ling, he spoke in the same arrogant way as the red-haired Explosive Fire Monkey Spirit Master before:
"Little cripple, did you sneak here without the academy's knowledge?"
"I won't take action in a dangerous battle like a life-and-death battle. Just jump down and save your life."
The waving gesture and the annoyed expression were like he was shooing away flies.
Facing his ridicule, Fang Ling remained calm and unperturbed.
Without saying anything, he just took out his sickle.
The slightly tilted silver-white sickle blade shone with a cold light, and no one would doubt whether this thing could kill people.
The moment the martial soul appeared, the yellow soul ring that emerged on the body suddenly lit up.
Star Mole Transformation!
Nerve reflexes increased by 30%!
Fang Ling rushed forward quickly.
His normally bright eyes were now deep and dull, like two pools of cold, stagnant water.
The steps were steady and silent, and each step seemed to be precisely calculated without wasting any extra energy.
Soul Master Zhan Xiong cursed the boy inwardly for having no martial ethics and quickly activated his martial soul.
He was a tyrant outside, but he had to come here to deal with the emergency because he owed money recently.
I thought I could scare off the young soul master in front of me, but I didn't expect that this kid wouldn't respond to anything I said.
Of course not, what's there to say to a dead person?
Points, all points!
Fang Ling's eyes were as cold as a knife. He saw the War Bear Soul Master grinning and possessed by his martial soul, and then a ten-year-old white soul ring lit up on his body.
When he activated his soul ring, a bright red light emanated from his body.
A pair of fierce eyes suddenly turned blood red, and a manic aura emanated from him.
It's as if he had lost his own will.
"Fanatical?" Fang Ling recognized it and was secretly delighted.
This soul skill has a strong and comprehensive enhancement effect, covering speed, defense, and attack.
And the best thing is that it can make the pain disappear temporarily.
Even a ten-year spirit ring is as strong as a hundred-year spirit ring.
But the disadvantage is also great, it will make the soul master lose his mind.
This move is the capital of the War Bear Soul Master's tyranny, and it is very effective against other soul masters.
The punches hit the flesh, and with the powerful enhancement of the War Bear Martial Spirit and the huge bonus of ignoring pain, ordinary soul masters could not defeat it.
The War Bear Soul Master thought that the lame man had difficulty moving, so he directly opened his soul ring and killed him in one blow.
Unfortunately, Fang Ling is very agile. He advocates precise combat and his nerve reflexes are far superior to those of ordinary people.
For the opponent Ling, this was equivalent to running directly into the muzzle of a gun!
Lin Tianyang saw that the War Bear Soul Master's eyes instantly turned red and he instantly became manic. He immediately recognized this soul skill and directly asserted:
"Fang Ling wins!"
"How did we win?" Shu Manyun breathed a sigh of relief, confusion in her beautiful eyes, "I saw that the opponent looked very strong, didn't he?"
"Just watch and you'll know. Xiao Fang Ling's fighting is an art."
Shu Manyun remained silent, and both of them focused their attention.
After going berserk, the War Bear Soul Master rushed directly towards Fang Ling, and Fang Ling slowed down.
With a sideways jump, she dodged his full-strength punch.
The sickle cut through his clothes, leaving a shallow bloody wound on his waist.
It's not sharp enough, so if you want to kill with one blow, you have to only hit the neck.
Having formulated a strategy in his mind, Fang Ling began to tease him provocatively.
The irrational War Bear Soul Master didn't show any signs of annoyance and ran straight towards him with huge strides.
Fang Ling walked opposite him, and when the time was right, he crouched down.
While dodging his fist attack, he stretched out his right foot, tripped him, and nimbly dodged, and hit him with an elbow in the back, causing him to lose balance and fall forward.
The sickle that had been prepared flashed by.
Then Fang Ling stepped back quickly and tactfully.
The War Bear Soul Master let out a roar.
This is the sound that can only be made when the trachea is cut.
Blood gushed out from both sides of his broken carotid arteries.
He still wanted to rush towards Fang Ling, but due to lack of blood supply, his eyes lost focus.
He could only wave his hands and feet wildly, and suddenly fell to the ground and couldn't get up.
The gurgling bright red blood made the ground soaked in blood even more rosy, giving people an exceptionally slippery feeling when stepped on.
Fighting Bear Soul Master, die!
The host quickly stepped onto the stage, checked it out, and announced passionately: "The winner of this life-and-death battle is the genius soul master of the War King Academy - Fang Ling! One victory counts."
"After Soul Master Fang Ling steps down, please remember to register, and don't forget to collect your gold soul coins when you leave."
"Well, thank you." Fang Ling looked at the point column and saw it increase. He felt happy and simply said thank you.
"Good! Good death!"
"Cool!"
"Genius, awesome!"
The audience was stimulated almost crazy by the scene on the ring. The passionate emotions could not be suppressed and continuously poured out from the depths of their hearts.
The voice was high and stirring, like waves.
Raising the sickle and gesturing to all parties, Fang Ling quickly cleaned the blood off the soles of his shoes in a special place before returning to the audience seats.
Looking at the two people who were extremely worried, a bright smile appeared on her pretty face: "Teacher, Master's Wife, I won."
"Are you happy about your victory? You were just lucky this time. You just happened to meet a restrained opponent!"
Lin Tianyang was very pleased, but he spoke in a belittling manner.
"Yes, yes, thank you for the reminder, teacher. It's just a battle. I won't be proud."
Master's wife Shu Manyun pinched his ear.
"Of course we can't be proud. This is a life-and-death battle."
A month passed in a flash as the two of them taught Fang Ling.
With Fang Ling's powerful fighting talent, it was either easy or thrilling, with only minor injuries.
After a month of fighting, including the War Bear Soul Master, they participated in thirteen life-and-death battles, won thirteen games in a row, and killed thirteen people.
Get one hundred and eighty-five points and directly upgrade to bronze fighting spirit.
(End of this chapter)