The yellow hundred-year soul ring suddenly lit up.
Soul skill, wind piercing!
Taken from the century-old soul beast Wind Fierce Eagle, it is an offensive skill that can be activated extremely quickly.
With the dark green wind surrounding his body, Xu Chi maintained a straight stabbing posture, with the tip of the sword flashing with a sharp light, like a lightning that cuts through space.
In an instant, he crossed several meters and stabbed Fang Ling with a sword.
This skill, which appears to be a retreat but is actually a sudden charge, is extremely difficult to block.
Many people died in this sudden attack.
This is also the origin of his nickname "Heart-piercing Fire".
Fang Ling was particularly wary of this, as if his nickname "Slit-throat Ling" came from his cut throat.
Xu Chi's name also reflects his certain fighting habits.
It matches exactly what the host said.
For example, stab!
This sudden retreat made Fang Ling feel alarmed.
The sudden yellow light that entered his eyes also confirmed his judgment that this person was trying to hold back a big one.
Seeing Xu Chi's sudden move, Fang Ling did not think at all and subconsciously dodged to the side.
The whistling of the wind was particularly harsh.
The sharp sound was like countless sharp blades waving in the air, cutting through the air and bringing a biting chill.
Xu Chi was extremely surprised to find that the Wind Piercing Stab, which was usually ineffective, could sometimes achieve success in one fell swoop.
It only scratched a layer of skin on the opponent.
"What a quick reaction!"
With a sound of amazement in his mouth, Xu Chi pulled the tip of his sword, and using the remaining momentum of his soul skill, he stabbed Fang Ling's heart again with the black sword.
This time Fang Ling was unable to dodge, and even though he had used his sickle to block it, he was unable to block it completely due to his hasty reaction and lack of strength.
There was a big hole between the ribs on the side of the heart.
"Damn it!" Lin Tianyang's expression suddenly tensed as he watched this tense and exciting battle.
I couldn't help but slap my thigh hard.
Fang Ling's reaction is quick, but his strength is lacking. When he returns this time, he must be given a good beating and then undergo targeted strength training!
If he survives...
"Xiao Fang Ling!" Shu Manyun stared in disbelief as he saw that he was suddenly in a disadvantageous position.
"Heart-piercing fire! Kill! Charge!"
"Slit-throat Ling is going to be killed!"
"I'm going to die!" The audience exploded.
The one who won thirteen games in a row was going to be killed by the one who won ten games in a row. The genius of the War King Academy was going to be killed by the city lord's youngest son.
It was a really exciting battle.
The person who was stabbed, Fang Ling, looked pale.
The black gold sword pierced the lungs, and the feeling of severe pain and difficulty breathing was transmitted to the brain.
Blood dripped down his chest, and a strong fishy-sweet smell rushed up his trachea into his nasal cavity.
Instead of being weakened by the pain, Fang Ling's eyes became even more ferocious in an instant.
That was the closest he had ever been to death.
He was almost stabbed in the heart!
However, the moment when the opponent's action ended also gave Fang Ling a good opportunity.
The sickle disappeared from the right hand and appeared in the left hand in an instant, continuing to fend off the opponent's attacks.
He stepped hard, ignoring the sword's thrust deeper, and at the same time, the sickle hooked onto the sword and stretched outward.
The rapid secretion of adrenaline made him unable to care about the huge pain caused by the sword cutting into his body.
"How cruel!" the audience exclaimed.
"Hiss!" Lin Tianyang couldn't help but cover his chest, his heart beating wildly.
Everyone saw that Fang Ling was in mid-air, flipping his body and doing an extreme side kick.
This full-force kick landed on the side of Xu Chi's head.
"Boom!"
Fang Ling fell to the ground, holding his chest and almost fell to his knees due to the explosive and dying pain.
Xu Chi flew several meters away and his body collided violently with the ground.
The powerful kick almost shattered his skull and nearly knocked 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 inevitably still in concussion.
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 gather his scattered consciousness, but he only felt dizzy. Covering the blood gushing out of his left chest to prevent himself from losing too much blood, Fang Ling held his breath and walked quickly.
It's not easy to recover from a brain injury.
For humans, it is almost a death sentence.
This is a perfect opportunity. Before Xu Chi recovers, kill him directly and end this dangerous battle.
"Kill!" With an angry shout, Fang Ling misled him and changed direction with a slightly staggering step.
Go from the back, it's safer.
Xu Chi was still struggling, and the black gold sword suddenly swung out in the direction of the sound.
But his incomplete senses only gave him a vague sense of his direction.
Fang Ling's misleading played an even greater role.
The black gold sword missed, but the sickle found the right position.
Cut the throat with one knife.
The fire that pierces the heart, death!
The victory has been achieved, the opponent is dead, there will be no more changes.
Without waiting for the host to announce the result, Fang Ling immediately ran towards his master and his mistress.
The injury this time was quite serious. There was a cut in the lung and a lot of bleeding occurred. I had to receive treatment quickly.
Lin Tianyang walked over quickly, picked up Fang Ling and walked towards the lounge.
The specialized healing soul master at the nearby fighting soul arena immediately stepped in, using his soul skills to stop the bleeding, washing away the dirty blood with water, and then suturing the wound.
He also inserted a one-way tube for exhaust at the tip of Fang Ling's chest.
Master's Wife Schu Manyun used her first and third soul rings alternately to prevent Fang Ling's wound from getting infected and to heal quickly.
The two worked together to rescue Fang Ling without leaving any trouble.
"My duty ends here."
"The rest is up to you guys."
The healing soul master of the Great Soul Fighting Arena put away his tools and nodded to Schumanyun and Lin Tianyang.
With both of them expressing their gratitude profusely, they left this exclusive lounge.
After resting for a long time, at least two hours, Fang Ling opened his eyes while lying on the bed in the lounge.
Seeing the slightly worried faces of the teacher and the mistress, he forced a smile and said, "Master's wife, teacher, I won in the end."
"But Xiao Fang Ling, you almost died!" Shu Manyun wanted to scold, but in the end she was speechless and was sincerely worried about him.
This life-and-death battle was different from previous ones and it was too thrilling.
If Fang Ling had reacted just a little bit slower and his heart had been pierced, he would have been dead.
"I'm sorry, Master's wife, for making you and the teacher worry about me."
Fang Ling barely pulled the corners of his mouth, and his voice suddenly became full of energy, "I was born stubborn and stubborn, and I have been through a lot of trials and tribulations. How could I possibly fall into this place!"
After saying this, she quickly softened,
clenched her fists, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Fang Ling wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the tears from her eyes, but his hands were too weak.
So I tried a different way to comfort her.
"I have a feeling that if I continue practicing for a few days, I should be able to break through. By then, I will be at level 15!"
There was a little left before, and I gained a little this time.
Wait a few days and then click on it.
Lin Tianyang was also blaming others in his heart. He was stunned when he heard this and had to change his words:
"Fang Ling, you made a mistake 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 black gold sword tip."
"I am very familiar with this martial spirit. It is hard but not sharp. It can definitely block it."
"Remember, a weaker force has its own way of fighting. Never use your own weakness to attack the enemy's strength."
Fang Ling did a simple simulation without blinking and found that it was indeed the case.
"Never use your own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths."
Repeat it back to you, nodding gently.
"Teacher, I will remember this lesson deeply."
"Just remember it, and review it when you get back. You need to strengthen your training later."
Fang Ling wanted to get up, but found that not only his arms but his whole body was weak, and he felt dizzy as if he had a serious illness.
Shu Manyun tapped his forehead and said unhappily, "Don't move. You've lost a lot of blood and your face is pale. You should rest for a while."
"Tianyang, hold Xiao Fangling, and let's go back to the academy."
Upon hearing this, Lin Tianyang put one hand on his back and the other on his knee and picked up Fang Ling horizontally.
(End of this chapter)