Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 18 Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp

He was the person ahead of him when he was awakening his martial soul!

His martial spirit is a bat, and he also looks like he has kidney deficiency.

Back then, it was just kidney deficiency, not like now where it gives the feeling that you're going to die from taking it for too long.

Fang Ling remembered that the child with kidney deficiency was at the half-level of the innate stage, the same level as Yu Xiaogang.

If these two people are the same person.

In just over a year, he, with only a half-level soul power, actually became a soul master before Fang Ling?

Moreover, the awakening time of martial souls is about the same. How come he grew from a child to a young man so quickly and even has a hundred-year soul ring?

Fang Ling could only think of one possibility—a fallen soul master!

Such a significant improvement, with the body rapidly maturing, can only be explained by a fallen soul master.

You should know that bats can suck blood!

Those sharp, long teeth and the weak look on his face vividly demonstrated this to Fang Ling.

It's easy to understand why she was lying in the middle of the road and happened to run into him.

It's summer now, and the afternoon is the hottest time of day.

Horse-drawn carriages were extremely rare on the roads, if not nonexistent.

Fallen Soul Masters cultivate very quickly, but each has their own flaws.

This must be a relapse of his illness, and he just happened to be there.

Fang Ling originally planned to take a detour and go straight back to Notting City to complain to the Spirit Hall.

Unexpectedly, the young man chased him into the woods, intending to kill him as well.

It seems she's set her sights on him!

Fang Ling sneered inwardly.

I just happened to run into a novice, fallen soul master.

He must have recently become a Soul Master after absorbing a Soul Ring, and is extremely unskilled in combat.

He's not even as good as Wang Sheng, who only knows brute force and can take a beating.

Compared to Fang Ling, who is 1.7 meters tall, he actually dared to chase into the complex environment of the dense forest.

Fang Ling possessed a level 1 movement technique that she had diligently practiced in the academy's grove. She was slender and could move relatively freely.

What does this young man with kidney deficiency have?

A sinister aura?

Sure enough, it got stuck in the tree branch.

Fang Ling seized this opportunity and slashed back with his scythe!

Fortunately, the woods were dense, and no one could see what was happening there.

He had long wanted to test how many points a Soul Master could gain.

Fallen Soul Masters, anyone can kill them!

The Spirit Hall established this law, and neither of the two great empires dared to comply.

Not only will killing them not cause any trouble, but there will also be a reward.

The young man retracted the steel claw, and his other claw swiftly stabbed straight at Fang Ling's eyes.

If the long wingspan hits, it might kill Fang Ling instantly, or gouge out one of his eyes.

What seemed like a crisis was actually expected.

The sickle technique wasn't learned in vain.

Fang Ling slightly tilted his right hand, which was holding the sickle, and hooked a bloody gash on his arm. At the same time, he used the handle to block it directly.

The youth's attack failed.

Before anyone knew it, Fang Ling had already raised his left hand and aimed it at a weak spot.

"Drink!" he roared, his eyes gleaming.

The sickle in his right hand disappeared and suddenly appeared in his left hand.

The sickle in his hand trembled like a nimble snake, and with one stroke, he slashed between the legs of the young man suffering from kidney deficiency.

No cutting was selected.

Excessive pain can drive the enemy mad.

If Fang Ling were to fight back recklessly, disregarding the blood and pain, he would have no choice but to run.

So he chose the back of the blade, which is thicker and wouldn't cut it off.

If I hit him, with my powerful arms, I'll show this fallen soul master what it means to be utterly destroyed and what sustained damage means!

His sensitive nerves are enough to drastically change his fighting stance.

"Click~"

The blow was so powerful that it felt as if the young man's pubic bone had been broken, producing a crisp cracking sound.

"ah--!"

A short, sharp cry rang out, and the young man's eyes bulged out, his face turning bright red, like a monkey's bottom.

A fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

Unconsciously, I wanted to bend down and cover the area where I had been hit.

But the thought of still fighting forced him to stop, making him appear extremely stiff.

Fang Ling seized the opportunity and quickly adjusted his foot's direction. His left prosthetic leg, now fitted with ironwood and covered with sheet metal, kicked the arm that was wildly waving to stop Fang Ling from getting closer.

The young man's arm got stuck in a tree branch.

The scythe reappeared, this time aimed at the fatal neck.

Fang Ling charged forward rapidly, his body twisting sharply, and with a slash upwards, blood spurted out.

Then he placed his right foot on the young man's chest, stepped back to a safe distance, and waited quietly.

The pale-faced youth collapsed to his knees, clutching his throat and letting out a "hoarse" sound.

He glanced at Fang Ling one last time with resentment, then his vision went completely black, plunging him into eternal silence.

Fang Ling did not go to see him again.

The illusory gray panel in my eyes changed again.

The progress bar spiked, instantly filling up and producing a small amount of output.

Points: 0→1

Killing a Soul Master grants a full point!

As expected, they still want to kill Soul Masters!

A glint of excitement flashed in Fang Ling's eyes.

Immediately add this small amount to the Soul Power column.

The points were reset to zero again, but the soul power changed: 5 (37%) → 6 (37%)

Level 6!

Once Fang Ling reaches level four, he can report to the academy and obtain a soul ring.

Therefore, he chose to graduate early and go to a larger city to study at an intermediate Soul Master Academy.

Junior college is just a stepping stone.

Fang Ling's goal was very clear: he would never stay here for six years like Tang San and Xiao Wu before going to that shitty Shrek Academy.

His short-term goal is the Grand Arena.

Now, Fang Ling has realized the limitations of cultivating skills alone.

Therefore, they are even more eager to engage in systematic learning in order to make up for their shortcomings.

The path to becoming a Soul Master becomes increasingly difficult as you progress.

If Fang Ling wants to pursue close combat, he absolutely cannot be impetuous, and he cannot relax even for the slightest bit.

The ability to achieve twice the results with half the effort in skill training is incredibly advantageous for melee combat.

He doesn't need to worry about soul power; he needs to focus more on developing his skills.

Then, with the help of Bibi Dong, he soared to great heights in the City of Slaughter!

"Rustle and rustle".

The branches were parted, and the sound of leaves rustling and falling could be heard.

This made Fang Ling, who was about to habitually loot the corpse, pause in surprise.

He took a few steps back, staring at the direction from which the sound came, his eyes filled with vigilance, and the scythe reappeared in his hand.

It's so hot at midday, why would anyone come here?

The next moment, three handsome young men appeared in front of Fang Ling.

She wore a white outfit with gold trim, and three pairs of pure white wings were embroidered on her left chest. In the center of each wing was a gemstone with the character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts).

They're from the Spirit Hall!

The three pairs of pure white wings represent the six-winged holy angel.

They must be here to hunt down this evil spirit master.

Fang Ling breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The newcomer's gaze swept over the kneeling corpse with its rear end facing the sky and over Fang Ling several times.

The leading man examined the sickle in his hand and the prosthetic leg in his left foot closely, his expression showing even more astonishment. He gestured with his chin:

"Kid, did you kill him?"

"certainly!"

The leader clicked his tongue in amazement and immediately released his martial spirit.

A pair of pure white wings spread out, carrying a faint holy light, which finally put Fang Ling at ease.

Seeing this, he extended a hand and exclaimed, "Good lad! Let's get acquainted."

"Qian Yao, squad leader of the Spirit Hall Angel Legion Demon Hunting Battalion."

"Team member, Qian Chaolong"

"Team member, Qian Feiguang."

"My name is Fang Ling, and I'm still studying at Notting Academy." Fang Ling paused, then smiled and shook his hand.

It was emphasized that they would not fawn over the Spirit Hall and would follow their own path.

(End of this chapter)