Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 22 The Star-Nosed Mole

The lynx, which had been quietly perched on the tree, immediately became alert upon seeing so many people.

It got all pricked up.

His body arched, his pupils contracted sharply, and his mouth opened wide, revealing four sharp, long teeth.

A terrifying roar erupted from the enormous, ferocious maw.

He made a hand gesture to signal the teachers to be on guard around, and the dean activated his martial spirit.

Its ears turned into cat ears, a tail grew from its back, and its claws became sharp.

Its fur is yellow, covered with black rings, forming a circular or oval plum blossom pattern.

It is a mid-to-high-level beast martial spirit, the Golden Hundred-Leopard!

As an agility-based beast spirit, its extreme speed and attack power are its special strengths.

The moment the dean's martial spirit possessed him, he immediately pounced over.

Surrounded by four dazzling halos of yellow, yellow, purple, and purple, it is the best configuration of the age-limited soul rings in the general sense.

The lynx was trying to escape, but it couldn't escape at all.

An ordinary lynx can't even outrun a leopard, let alone a powerful Battle Soul Master like the Dean.

He didn't even need the spirit rings; he precisely grabbed the lynx's neck and then gave it a slight tremor.

With a violent tremor, the lynx immediately stopped struggling.

This was a precise shock that broke the spine, and the brain could no longer control the body.

Its head was still tearing at the air, but its body was completely drooping.

All four limbs went limp, and the body slumped down.

It was like an octopus with a lynx's head, suddenly becoming soft and boneless.

Only his mouth is still stubborn.

The dean broke its jawbone to prevent it from hurting anyone else, and then immediately jumped down from the tree.

He walked towards the eagerly awaiting Mountain Rat Soul Master, placed the Wind Lynx on the ground, and handed over a dagger: "Come on, kill it quickly."

"Yes!" The Mountain Rat Soul Master replied respectfully and immediately took it.

His hands were still trembling slightly, and he couldn't contain his excitement.

Amidst the encouraging or envious gazes of the crowd, he first took a deep breath to calm himself down.

Then, his expression hardened, his eyes widened in anger, and he plunged the dagger into the lynx's eye.

With the death of the lynx, a faint white light began to rise from its body.

The white light shimmered ethereally in the air, seemingly about to dissipate at any moment.

Then a hazy halo formed above the lynx's corpse.

"Your Mountain Rat Martial Soul is roughly an agility-based Martial Soul. Agility-based attacks require nimbleness, and the Wind Lynx is just right."

The dean offered a few pointers, and seeing that the Mountain Rat Soul Master seemed somewhat at a loss, he gently reminded him again.

"Sit cross-legged on the ground, use your soul power to guide it, and then begin to meditate and absorb it. Remember to stay awake during the absorption process."

How to absorb a spirit ring was taught in class.

However, most Soul Masters don't like to study, so it's okay to explain it again now.

"If the spirit ring is not absorbed, it will dissipate after two hours. Please remember this."

The Mountain Rat Soul Master was absorbing a Soul Ring, and Fang Ling's eyes held a hint of envy. Soul Rings!

Unfortunately, ten years of spirit rings is a bit too low.

However, for the students present who generally lack talent, the difference between ten years and a hundred years is not significant.

As for why we know they lack talent?

Very simple.

He only reached level 10 in sixth grade, barely meeting the threshold for obtaining a spirit ring. His talent is naturally questionable.

The ten-year spirit ring couldn't be absorbed for long, and soon the Mountain Drill Rat spirit master had finished absorbing the spirit ring.

He leaped to his feet, opened his eyes, and his demeanor had changed.

They became even more ruthless.

Having witnessed bloodshed and engaged in intentional killing, they are no longer the same as the original trainees.

The Mountain Rat's martial spirit possessed him, and a white halo surrounded his body, slowly rotating.

He seemed particularly excited, and was about to say something when the dean stopped him.

"Soul skills are a person's secret. We're just passing through, so there's no need for us to tell you." "Remember, don't tell anyone you can't trust!"

"Yes!" everyone responded in unison.

The dean smiled slightly: "Good, very well, next!"

Everyone was encouraged, and the atmosphere in the team gradually became more enthusiastic.

Sixty years of torchlight and dead leaf butterfly, ninety years of devil vine, fifty years of black gold tiger...

The acquisition of the spirit ring went smoothly without any unexpected problems.

After a uneventful night's rest, the next morning...

The group set off again.

After watching for so long, it's finally Fang Ling's turn!

Because his position is relatively fixed, he was the last one.

The group stood still in one place.

Now, the person who obtained the spirit ring is standing outside guarding.

The three Grand Soul Master teachers were on the outermost side.

The dean was using the shovel that Fang Ling had brought to help dig the soil.

Based on the underground rat tunnels and their own experience, they helped determine the location of the star-nosed mole's nest.

A short while later, a large mole, about the size of an adult cat, was caught.

Its short claws were waving wildly, it was twisting and turning desperately, but it couldn't break free from the dean's hand.

The pink tentacles at the tip of its nose resembled stars in the night sky, indeed bearing a resemblance to them.

"One, two... twenty-two."

The dean narrowed his eyes slightly, counted briefly, and then nodded gently.

"Article 22, which is 110 years, is just right for you."

Being easily captured by the dean, with little power to resist, it was no different from those ten-year-old soul beasts, truly living up to its weak reputation.

This is a disgrace to a hundred-year-old soul beast!

The same patient had a broken spine, and the dean placed the fat mole on the ground.

"Come on, hurry up and kill it to absorb it. Although your body is flawed, absorbing it shouldn't be a problem. Your martial soul is a scythe, so I won't give you a dagger."

He gave each person guidance before they absorbed their spirit ring.

Now, he is also giving Fang Ling pointers:

"You need to learn to make more use of your martial spirit. The scythe is not like a sword or knife, which are straightforward, and its usage is also different."

"I'm not good at using weapons, so that's all I can tell you. You'll have to think it over carefully yourself."

"Thank you for your guidance, Dean!" Fang Ling nodded gently.

Then, decisively, he drew his blade, and the sharp scythe severed the head of the star-nosed mole.

Faint yellow specks of light began to gather above the star-nosed mole's body.

A hundred-year spirit ring is indeed a hundred years old; it looks much more advanced than the previous white spirit ring.

It is clearer, the light is brighter, and the energy it contains is much greater than it was ten years ago.

After a short wait, a yellow spirit ring appeared.

Fang Ling was deeply moved and thanked the dean again.

Immediately, he sat down on the ground, activated his soul power, and began to absorb it.

Nerve Reflex Soul Skill, and most importantly, the new specialty, come on!

The yellow halo began to drift toward the scythe in Fang Ling's right hand.

As the hundred-year soul ring drew closer, he gradually felt a faint pressure.

My body felt slightly stiff.

After a moment of tension, Fang Ling calmed down.

How could he not absorb such a weak soul beast?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

The yellow halo appeared above Fang Ling's head, then suddenly contracted, transforming into a solidified soul power ring only the size of a bracelet.

It directly equipped Fang Ling with his scythe martial spirit.

(End of this chapter)