The incident ends.
The group all came to the dean's office.
Fang Ling was still lying on the stretcher and didn't get up.
Several teachers have already gone back. They had a fight with the people from the City Lord's Mansion today. It was quite fun.
When they left, they all smiled.
After playing with the snow-white ring in his hand for a few times, the dean threw the ring to Fang Ling.
"Here, Fang Ling, this is the ring you extorted."
"Thank you, Master!" Fang Ling stood up in surprise and took it.
Blood was still dripping from his body, and the newly opened wounds made everyone grimace.
What a cruel person!
The fourth purple soul ring on his body flashed. The director of the treatment room saw that the wound he had just healed had split again. A hint of anger flashed across his face, and he pressed him back.
"What are you doing? Don't think about it!"
"Oh, sorry." Fang Ling apologized quickly, his hand still tightly holding the ring.
"You shouldn't say sorry to me, you should say sorry to your body. Doesn't it hurt?"
"Even if it's just a superficial wound, you must treat it well."
The director of the treatment room shook his head helplessly.
"Fang Ling, does it hurt?" The master's wife pursed her lips and helped treat some minor wounds.
"Fortunately, my strong will will not succumb to the pain." Fang Ling smiled as he put the Frost Ring on his right index finger.
The crystal white ring instantly fit tightly against the finger, neither tight nor loose, just right.
There was also a constant feeling of coldness coming from me.
It is indeed an excellent storage soul guide that I bought for 250,000 yuan. The more I look at it, the more I like it.
"Fang Ling, what level are you at?" The dean stared at Fang Ling for a while and suddenly spoke.
"Level 15."
"Have you tested it?"
"The teacher tested it with a crystal ball."
Words are not enough. Without the crystal ball test, how could anyone believe such an outrageous upgrade speed?
"One and a half months, three levels, one level every fifteen days, relying on life-and-death battles to force out my potential..."
The upgrade speed and so-called forced potential made Dean Lin Yuehua feel very strange.
That's not right.
After taking a few steps forward, he pointed his finger at a relatively good spot on Fang Ling's skin.
The soul power circulates in the body.
"The soul power is condensed, there is no blood and remnant, no resentful soul, is it really relying on the so-called life and death battle to force out the potential of people?"
His face was full of surprise, and even when he saw the facts right in front of him, he still found it unbelievable.
Nothing was found during the examination, so he wasn't a fallen soul master, but that's why it seemed strange.
Is he really some special genius?
Did the college find a treasure this time?
"They say you have quick reactions. Come on, try slashing at me and see."
"Dean! At least wait until the person's injuries are healed!" The director of the treatment room's eyebrows twitched violently, and his anger soared.
They are all battle maniacs who have no respect for the wounded!
"Ah? Oh, haha." The dean smiled awkwardly, "Then let's talk about it after his injury heals."
Three days passed in a flash.
After drinking three more pots of valuable medicinal soup, Fang Ling finally recovered along with his previous injuries.
Now I can go out and play again.
"Fang boy, how are you? Have you recovered? If you have, come and try your hand against me, an old man. I won't use any spirit skills, but you can use yours that increases your nerve reflexes."
The dean, who was of well-proportioned build and had a tuft of white hair in front, invited him to a duel.
How talented can a combat genius be?
If only he were a genius...hey!
Fang Ling jumped three feet high: "Of course, I am looking forward to it, Master, just wait and see."
The teacher and his wife were watching nearby.
I feel like I'm about to advance in my kama method. I haven't trained for so long that my body is almost rusty.
We have to see how strong the dean is, to be able to defeat three Soul Emperors in a one-on-three battle.
The sickle appeared in his hand in an instant, the blade was still silver-white, reflecting bright light in the sun.
The minor injuries suffered in the previous battle with Xu Chi have been completely repaired.
Fang Ling gripped the sickle tightly, bent his body slightly, and his eyes suddenly became cold. His soul power quickly circulated in his body, and he entered the combat state directly. An invisible murderous aura flowed out from his sharp eyes.
The dean opposite couldn't help but nodded secretly.
He really deserves to win more than ten life-and-death battles in the Great Fighting Spirit Arena.
He was able to cultivate this murderous aura and instantly enter combat state.
Just from here you can see that he has great talent.
A fighting genius, his name suits him well.
The yellow light flickered slightly, and Fang Ling activated the soul ring at an extremely fast speed.
"Zheng——!"
He danced with his legs, quickly closed the distance, and slashed at the dean with a knife.
This is the move Fang Ling has practiced for the longest time and is most familiar with.
The dean held an ordinary sword in his hand and blocked Fang Ling's attack with a "clang" sound.
Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he quickly slapped him in the chest with his free palm.
Fang Ling reacted quickly. The moment he saw him make a move, he immediately jumped back to avoid it.
At the same time, he jumped nimbly and dodged the dean's subsequent blow.
"Huh? That's really fast." The dean exclaimed, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
He didn't hold back much.
The power of this palm was not strong enough to seriously hurt Fang Ling who had just recovered from his injuries.
But it was enough to make Fang Ling lose his fighting ability.
I'm not kidding that my nerve reflexes were so quick that I actually dodged it.
He then dodged the knife attack from behind.
Very good talent.
"Come again!"
The dean suddenly became interested and this time he took the first move.
As a Soul Emperor, his speed was of course extremely fast. It only took him one step to catch up with Fang Ling who had retreated twice.
"Swish!"
The sword chopped directly at Fang Ling's head.
Fang Ling tilted his body to the side and continued to flash.
An attack that is too direct is easy to dodge.
Moreover, the dean is a Soul Emperor, with six soul rings to strengthen his body. With only one soul ring, he is no match for his opponent in terms of strength.
This knife coming from a high position cannot be blocked.
It can't be stopped.
"Never use your own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths."
These are what his teacher taught him, and Fang Ling has always kept them in mind.
The dean attacked at a very fast pace, and swung out three swords in quick succession: "Swish! Swish! Swish!"
Fang Ling had to dodge it three times quickly before he finally found an opportunity to counterattack.
There was a problem with the counterattack. It was a trap set by the dean.
The dean raised his hand and tried to slap the sickle away, but he was stunned by the feeling that he didn't hit anything.
Because Fang Ling's pupils contracted violently, he recalled his martial soul in a flash.
I missed it!
It was just a little bit, and that's often the only thing that matters.
"Can this be salvaged?"
The dean saw that Fang Ling lacked combat experience and was obviously hit just now.
It was purely by relying on extreme reactions that the situation was forcibly maintained and prevented from collapsing.
He was shocked.
Fang Ling, whose sickle was summoned again, chopped his arm with the sickle.
Under the protection of soul power, the dean was not injured, but the light in his eyes became deeper.
He immediately cheered loudly: "What a fighting genius! I want this disciple!"
Lin Tianyang, who was waiting for his father on the sidelines with envy and admiration, spit out a mouthful of water: "Dad!"
(End of this chapter)