I gained thirteen points, plus the one I saved, for a total of fourteen points.
Of course, the points are not saved, they are used as soon as they are received.
At the first-ring soul master stage, two points are added to the next level, and one level is added every half a month to illustrate his statement that a life-and-death battle can force out his potential.
He needed this as a reasonable reason to upgrade quickly from the first level of innateness.
If anyone doesn't believe it, then just fight a few more life-and-death battles and they will naturally know whether what Fang Ling said is true or false.
If the person who verified it was beaten to death, then it would be confirmed. Of course, a dead person cannot speak.
A total of two levels were clicked, consuming four points.
The remaining nine points are all added to the martial soul.
Of course, the panel also underwent corresponding changes.
Soul Power: 12 (31%) → 14 (31%)
Spirit: Scythe (Lv1, 10% → Lv2, 0%) (+)
(A common farm tool used for harvesting crops and mowing grass in rural areas. After a reinforcement, its toughness and sharpness have been slightly improved. It can be said to be an enhanced version of an agricultural sickle.)
Expertise: Sharpness Lv1→Lv2 (An inherent expertise of the martial soul. After a reinforcement, its sharpness has been slightly improved. You can now use it to easily break through the defense of ordinary soul masters of the same level.)
Toughness Lv1→Lv2 (An inherent expertise of the martial soul. After a reinforcement, its hardness and toughness have been slightly enhanced. It has been out of the scope of agricultural use but not completely out of the scope.)
There is one point left.
The thirteenth life-and-death battle had just ended.
The rest area is an exclusive lounge that only soul masters who have won more than ten games can use.
Master's wife is treating Fang Ling.
The suturing was done skillfully and gently.
The purple Millennium Soul Ring shone, and the pale green emerald flower petals floated down gently like thin-winged butterflies.
It fell on Fang Ling's right chest and dissipated in an instant, and the force of life immediately surged out and seeped into it.
There was a horizontal wound about ten centimeters long, shocking and deep enough to see the bone.
The skin around the wound looked pale and tight. Fang Ling breathed gently and didn't dare to breathe heavily.
Because every breath would bring him unbearable pain.
This was caused by the opponent in the thirteenth match, a soul master who was also good at close combat and whose martial spirit was a dagger.
He was at a disadvantage after fighting for a short while and wanted to run away, but he spotted an opportunity to win.
In the end, he exchanged his injury for his life and won the victory.
The master's wife had tears in her eyes. While treating him, she scolded him, "Why don't you run away?"
"I didn't run because I judged that there was a chance of winning."
Fang Ling spoke carefully, not daring to go against his angry master's wife.
"Well, you were injured, and you reacted so quickly, couldn't you have been more cautious?"
"Master's wife, I really can't be cautious. The teacher can see it."
He answered the latter question in a low voice and looked at Lin Tianyang for help.
Lin Tianyang tried to help explain: "There is really no other way. Even if that person's reaction is not fast enough, his attack speed is very fast and he has more combat experience."
"Using a wound that is not fatal to get a kill is already an extremely fast reaction. I can't do it."
"Shut up!" Master's wife Shu Manyun scolded.
Is she the kind of person who would randomly command others to fight?
The purpose of saying these words was to make Fang Ling pay more attention, thinking that his teacher and his mistress were waiting for him.
Lin Tianyang smiled awkwardly and spread his hands to his apprentice.
It was his wife who was speaking, but she loved him dearly and couldn't help more.
The room fell into silence, with only the hissing sound from Fang Ling's chest pain being heard.
"Is it worth it?" The master's wife wanted to try to stop it.
The force of life was still lingering on the stitched wound on Fang Ling's chest.
"Of course it's worth it, Master's Wife."
"In just one month, I have advanced from level 12 to level 14. This is a huge improvement beyond people's imagination."
"Even if it means death?" Shu Manyun wanted to persuade him again.
Fang Ling clenched his fists, his eyes sparkling.
"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening."
"I am just a tiny soul master of the first level of innateness, with a little more combat talent."
"I have achieved such great growth now, and I have found the path that suits me. How can I not feel lucky?" Is it reasonable? It is very reasonable!
There is great terror between life and death.
Lin Tianyang, with his arms folded, was in a state of superposition of envy and disenvy.
Although the speed of cultivation is fast, the risks faced are also extremely great.
If you walk by the river often, your feet will get wet.
If you slack off once or twice, the consequence could be death.
He has a lovely wife, a happy life, and a good background. He doesn't dare to wade into such muddy water like Fang Ling, who is alone.
Besides, not everyone likes fighting as much as Fang Ling.
If you participate in life-and-death battles for a long time, you will be driven crazy under the pressure of facing life and death every time.
"This road is not easy to travel."
Lin Tianyangguang 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 natural strong fighting talent can only make me stronger in combat, but it can't make me practice faster."
"I would rather be a shooting star across the sky, shining with my own splendor in the world than to be buried in the dust."
"Would you rather turn into a shooting star?" Lin Tianyang murmured, his face showing a hint of sadness.
Once these words were spoken, the death of this talented disciple was almost foreseeable.
"Teacher, why do you look like that?" Fang Ling's eyes were bright, like a pool of clear spring water.
"I lament the foreseeing of your death."
Lin Tianyang's voice was slightly low.
Fang Ling remained silent.
The speed at which points are generated on the panel is too slow, and they can only be obtained through killing.
The wanton killing of soul beasts is prohibited by the Spirit Hall, and the soul beast forest is full of dangers. Graduating early and focusing on combat means a lack of knowledge.
You can't go into the forest alone, or you might die without knowing it.
Moreover, without a background, one would easily be labeled as a fallen soul master and regarded as an achievement by the Spirit Hall.
Therefore, it is possible to kill soul beasts to level up, but one must have a background and must be very trustworthy - the only person Fang Ling could think of was Dugu Bo, who had already cured the poison.
We'll talk about this later when we go to Tiandou Royal Academy.
Killing people nowadays is of course risky, and no matter how careful you are, accidents cannot be avoided.
But is there absolute safety in this world?
Being able to kill and upgrade, ignoring the so-called bottleneck, ignoring the amount of innate soul power, and practicing skills 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 become taller in an instant, his eyes penetrated the void, as if he had reached an unspeakable shore.
The vast sound echoed in the room.
"Teacher, I believe in myself, and I won't give up."
"The road ahead is bright, but it is winding. It just requires a little bit of hard work."
"I may not just be a fleeting shooting star. Maybe I can become the sun that shines in the sky in the end~"
Lin Tianyang shook his head and sighed: "Then I look 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 slightly and put on a victorious smile.
As long as I get through this developmental period and find Dugu Bo, I can detoxify myself and gain his true trust, and then I won't have to be so secretive about upgrading.
Three days passed in a flash, and the chest injury had long since healed thanks to the master's wife's daily treatment.
Fang Ling signed up, but was told he needed to wait.
He has won too many consecutive games, and it is difficult for him to find a suitable opponent in a one-on-one life-and-death battle.
It is very rare to win more than a dozen life-and-death battles in a row and upgrade from Iron Fighting Spirit to Bronze Fighting Spirit and still be able to fight.
When Fang Ling was considering whether to go to the gaming area to practice one-on-two combat.
Two days later, the staff of the Grand Fighting Spirit Arena found him and said, "We've been matched."
(End of this chapter)