Not taking paralysis does not mean you cannot fight.
But what if he, a Soul Master who possesses a top-level beast martial soul and has received the world's top teachings since childhood, was beaten badly by a great soul master with a humble background and a weak martial soul?
Even if you win, you lose.
Dugu Yan looked at him.
Yu Tianheng was very serious, but the habit he had developed over the years still let him down.
What he thought was that in a battle, one shouldn't use all his strength right from the start, but rather conduct some tests.
This can give people a little more room to show off.
He showed off his demeanor, quickly gained recognition from new team members, and also made a better impression on Dugu Yan.
However, although he was given the space to perform, he was the one who made a fool of himself.
Fang Ling used all his strength, and his soul skill was a one-time high-power amplification skill that could be activated at an extremely fast speed.
He was hit directly and was injured first.
This is simply...
Yu Tianheng was in mixed feelings.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. We can't give up the battle halfway!"
Fang Ling didn't wait for Yu Tianheng to reply and rushed forward again.
Holding the sickle in his left hand, he chopped back from the left side, with the outer blade facing Yu Tianheng.
Rhythm, now in his battle rhythm!
Yu Tianheng retreated and tried to hide.
Fang Ling took a step forward, raised his right hand, and grasped the sickle with his backhand.
When the sickle blade was halfway moved, it turned an icy arc in the air, changed direction, and turned the inner blade to face Yu Tianheng.
With the added force of the right hand, it accelerated suddenly with greater force, like a bright crescent moon, slashing down diagonally.
Yu Tianheng didn't answer and retreated again.
The retreat is faster than the advance.
This time, the yellow soul ring flashed, and it decisively activated the first soul skill.
Thunder Dragon Claw!
The man was still retreating, and the blue lightning had already condensed into a claw shape in mid-air and was heading straight towards Fang Ling.
Yu Tianheng's tentative idea was shattered. If he wanted to avoid too much damage, he could only use long-range soul skills.
Close combat is difficult and will result in injury and loss of face.
This remote is different.
The first skill is amplification, the first skill is a one-time amplification.
The only thing Fang Ling lacks is long-range skills.
He was holding a long metal sickle, just like standing on a towering mountain top during a thunderstorm and holding up a lightning rod.
The electric current from the melee dragon armband just now needs to hit in order to be transmitted.
Soul skills are another matter entirely.
Even pure lightning energy attacks will be deflected by the metal scythe.
It's like having your own enemy detection function.
As long as they are within a certain range, they are complete sitting ducks.
Fang Ling also knew this. When he saw Yu Tianheng change his tactics, he secretly thought it was a pity.
Faced with the blue-purple electric claws that came like lightning, he reacted quickly.
The shape moved with the shadow, and the sickle disappeared, quickly avoiding the attack.
The lightning dragon claw flew through the air for twenty meters before dissipating.
Wherever it passed, the air twisted violently, erupting with heart-pounding crackling sounds.
This is a very fast and powerful spirit skill, a cordial greeting from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex.
If it hits, Fang Ling will definitely be in trouble given his small body.
Unfortunately, even if it was lightning, Yu Tianheng's action would take time.
It takes time to activate soul skills, and it also takes time for soul power to circulate and for soul skills to condense.
These tiny moments are enough for Fang Ling to make corresponding dodge reactions.
"Can he dodge this? His first soul skill is reaction amplification, the amplification should be quite large."
Yu Tianheng guessed Fang Ling's first soul skill.
He was even more surprised when he noticed that after dodging, he did not stop but continued to accelerate towards him.
The dragon swung its arm and swung out another rapid attack, which was also dodged by Fang Ling.
Yu Tianheng understood it clearly.
No wonder his attack power is so strong and he can even call himself a sensitive attacker.
Even with a prosthetic leg, its speed is still incredible, and it is difficult to hit it with non-locking long-range skills.
We can only rely on people to stop it.
Unfortunately, it is impossible to avoid large-scale attacks.
Yu Tianheng was confident, and the second soul ring flashed violently.
The countless snake-shaped purple lightnings surrounding his body formed hundreds of thunder arrows, forming a fan and moving forward in the direction where Fang Ling was rushing.
Fang Ling retracted his martial spirit very quickly just now, allowing him to avoid the attack of the blue lightning dragon claw.
Now let's see how he avoids the thunder.
Everyone was surprised to find that Fang Ling not only did not retreat, but instead faced the enemy head-on.
He took the blow with his body. His clothes were torn, his body was charred, and he didn't care about the paralysis caused by the electric shock.
The long sickle appeared in his hand again and he chopped forward with great force.
It was just like a lightning rod, attracting many lightning arrows that failed to hit its target.
The powerful electric current paralyzed Fang Ling's whole body.
His still resolute expression showed that he had completely withstood the attack of the Hundred-Year Spirit Ring, and his brutal action shocked all the onlookers.
Qin Ming looked surprised and fell into deep thought.
The calm and steady twin men were as silent as ever and said nothing.
The blond handsome man frowned: "Hiss~ You are really ruthless, but you shouldn't be so reckless. Are you crazy?"
"This junior is indeed a man who has fought his way out of a life-and-death battle. He can endure this kind of pain. Unfortunately, he met the boss who just happened to restrain him. He still thinks too much."
Another handsome blond young man was also not optimistic about Fang Ling's actions.
Dugu Yan crossed his arms across his chest, his face showing a hint of surprise, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.
She felt that Fang Ling, who was able to survive a life-and-death battle, would not be so easily carried away.
What is it?
Ye Lingling's beautiful blue eyes were hollow and filled with a hint of speechlessness.
If they fight like this, no matter what the result is, the new little brother will definitely be seriously injured.
I will definitely ask her to treat me again later.
She had experienced many such things and had predicted it.
So he summoned his martial soul in advance.
It looks like a pink crabapple flower, consisting of white and pink petals.
The flowers are brightly colored and gracefully shaped, with leaves and branches sliding down from both sides and soft vines swaying in the wind. It is
the world's number one healing martial spirit, the Nine-Hearted Begonia!
As long as the limbs are not completely broken or the person is dead, it can be cured.
They didn't understand why Fang Ling was so reckless.
But Fang Ling's goal is very clear.
Just take one step forward and the sickle will be within reach.
The thunder arrow is fast and has a wide range. No matter how agile he is, he cannot dodge it and will definitely be hit.
In this case, we might as well keep moving forward and resist part of the enemy in exchange for corresponding results.
The key to success lies in weakness detection.
Facing a Soul Master, fighting and observing at the same time,
after such a long time, the weakness detection finally worked.
Fang Ling keenly discovered a weak point in the flow of soul power on Yu Tianheng's dragon claw, right in the middle of his fist.
Right in front of the wound that was cut open and still dripping blood!
Yu Tianheng only suffered minor flesh wounds because of the thick dragon scales that had just blocked it.
But it is inevitable that there will be slight pain, which will weaken the circulation of the soul power there.
Opportunity is fleeting, once lost, it will never come back.
You have to hit it quickly before it changes.
Fang Ling's paralysis had not yet subsided, but the eighty-pound sickle was extremely heavy.
As long as you adjust the direction and swing it out to give it some inertia, it will chop out by itself.
Calculate the arrogance of a real dragon.
Facing a paralyzed little soul master, Yu Tianheng would not retreat anymore, but would counter with the Dragon Fist.
Fist attacks are usually aimed at the center.
Let him deliver it himself!
Yu Tianheng really didn't retreat.
Facing the paralyzed Fang Ling, he didn't think he would be hurt again, nor did he take the slight pain in his palm seriously.
This strike will end the competition!
He thought so.
Then, the blue-purple dragon scales that reappeared faced the same faint light and were unexpectedly broken faster.
Damn it!
Yu Tianheng was shocked.
"Stop! This battle ends here!"
Qin Ming, who had been paying attention to the battle, flashed between the two men and tried to stop Fang Ling's sickle.
Fang Ling was still paralyzed and couldn't retract his hands, but he could retract his martial spirit.
With a quick thought, the sickle suddenly disappeared when it was about to cut through the flesh of Yu Tianheng's palm and sever the metacarpal bone.
Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief and caught Fang Ling who was unable to move.
Yu Tianheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as the time is not too long and the limbs still have vitality, the Nine-Hearted Begonia can reattach the severed limbs without leaving any sequelae.
But it is inevitable to suffer pain, and it is inevitable to recuperate.
Fortunately, Fang Ling reacted quickly.
The martial spirit is also collected quickly.
Please collect and read!
(End of this chapter)