Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 27 First Impressions of Vic Icewind City

Twenty days later, in the Kingdom of Silves, in the city of Vic Ice Edge.

Looking at the bustling city with its endless stream of caravans entering the city, Fang Ling's weary heart finally perked up again.

This was the first time he had ever traveled such a long distance.

With only one ring remaining, his strength was still very weak, and his left leg was also missing, so of course he wouldn't slowly walk over.

He was very frugal, so instead of hiring a carriage, he chose to pay some money to join a caravan.

His status as a first-ring battle spirit master and the deterrent effect of his century-old spirit ring gave him great advantages.

Along the way, he casually killed two ordinary mountain bandits who had no innate soul power.

The progress bar has grown a little bit.

It wasn't particularly remarkable; the only advantage was that it saved me travel expenses for this period of time.

It involved two transfers.

After a total of twenty days of arduous journey, he traversed the entire Kingdom of Barak and finally arrived here.

Winter break isn't long, so even if you leave a month in advance, time is still a bit tight.

After paying the city entrance fee, Fang Ling headed into the city.

Before long, I witnessed how unique this place was.

Ordinary people were fighting in the street, and people around them kept cheering.

The soldiers on duty in the city not only ignored it, but also joined in the cheering.

This bizarrely harmonious scene left Fang Ling in awe, truly befitting the fierce and unyielding spirit of the local people.

As far as he knew, there was only one place where fighting in the street wouldn't be a problem—

That is the city of slaughter.

They can do whatever they want, not only in battle, but also indiscriminately kill and even make love in the street.

The two men here fought without using weapons, which must be due to some legal restrictions, unlike over there.

But it has already given him a high level of expectation.

In a land of fierce and untamed people, where Soul Master academies excel in combat, the two are a perfect match.

Fang Ling randomly picked a restaurant that was crowded and started ordering.

We were eating dry rations and water every day in the wild, and sometimes some dried meat. I was getting sick of it.

I desperately need to eat something hot to cleanse my stomach.

"Hey~ waiter, don't go!"

Seeing the waiter about to leave after serving the dishes, Fang Ling called him back and placed a silver soul coin on the table.

The waiter turned around in confusion, saw the Silver Soul Coin, and quickly sat down next to Fang Ling, putting on a perfect act of changing his expression.

"You've come to the right person."

Based on his experience as a waiter for so many years.

A lone child who spends lavishly must be a Soul Master.

At this point in time, he was certain that they were definitely coming for the War King Academy.

"My esteemed Soul Master, please feel free to ask me anything you wish to ask."

Fang Ling didn't ask him why he could tell her identity.

The most pressing question was asked: "Where is the Battle King Intermediate Soul Master Academy?"

Sure enough, I guessed right.

The waiter pointed outside: "Just walk straight along this main road outside, turn left at the second intersection, and you'll see a long queue. That's it."

"On my way here, I saw a fight. What happened to the city guards?"

Fang Ling still found it unbelievable.

In Nottingham, such behavior would have landed someone in jail long ago.

"Why aren't you doing anything about it?"

The waiter remarked, "This is the essence of the fierce and unyielding spirit of the people of Vik Ice Peak City."

"When I first arrived, I was in the same boat as you. Later I realized that we were all just resolving disputes."

"As long as there is no fighting, no deaths, and no attacks on vital points, let them be."

"I see." Fang Ling said thoughtfully.

The strong prevail, which has the feel of a fantasy world.

"I heard the dean of War King Academy is a Soul Emperor?"

"I don't know about other things related to Soul Masters, but I do know a lot about this one."

The waiter said with great pride, "He is a Soul Emperor, and a very powerful one at that."

"He has achieved the remarkable feat of defeating three equally powerful opponents simultaneously without sustaining any damage!"

Fang Ling was secretly delighted and his anticipation grew even stronger. The Soul Emperor was wonderful.

He must have had some unique skills to defeat three people.

Even the most powerful martial spirit needs excellent combat skills to truly demonstrate its power.

This trip was worthwhile!

After finishing his meal at lightning speed, Fang Ling took a short break and quickened his pace toward the academy the waiter had pointed out.

Continue along this road and turn left at the second intersection.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge, trapezoidal, dark blue-green stone tablet.

Standing over six meters tall and made of exceptional material, it bears eight large red characters engraved from top to bottom: "War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy".

The school emblem features a fist and a sword intertwined, embodying the spirit of martial arts.

Next to the stone tablet is the academy gate, cast in fine iron, and very heavy.

It has wheels underneath, and it's just that big when it's open.

Two long tables were placed at the entrance, and two young Soul Masters sat behind the tables.

They are testing their soul power with a crystal ball and collecting letters of recommendation.

Judging from their wealth, this is definitely not some low-class academy like Shrek.

There was a long queue now, and Fang Ling observed that most of the people in it were teenagers who were not much different from him in age.

Some of them even had their parents with them.

The long line stretched all the way to the college gate.

Looking from a distance along the line, there were no fewer than a hundred people.

More junior Soul Masters like him continued to arrive one after another.

When will the queue end?

As he ran his fingertips across his cheek, Fang Ling paused to think, recalling the certificate issued to him by the Angel Legion's Demon Hunter Camp.

It is said that taking it out when joining an intermediate soul master academy has a miraculous effect.

Moreover, since it's an academy that focuses on combat, shouldn't he be qualified to cut in line, given that he can kill Soul Masters of a higher level?

Fang Ling stepped out of the group and walked directly forward under everyone's watchful eyes.

The male student maintaining order, seeing this unruly child, turned cold and stopped him, saying:

"Even geniuses don't have special privileges. No cutting in line, get back in line!"

"Hi sir, I'd like to ask the admissions officer at the academy, what's the purpose of this?"

Fang Ling smiled slightly and took out the light gold certificate that had been kept in good condition.

"No matter what you bring out..." The male student glanced at it and impatiently pushed it away.

After thinking for a moment, I felt something was wrong.

"Level six, a kill above a higher level? Wait a minute..."

He grabbed Fang Ling's arm, then glanced at him again: "The Spirit Hall's Angel Legion Demon Hunting Camp?"

In addition, the paper and the print reflect a special, dazzling luster under the sunlight, making it quite extraordinary.

Although he didn't know him, he was still a little unsure.

"Come with me."

He instructed another companion to take charge of a section, and then took Fang Ling directly to the teacher in charge of admissions.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, who dared not speak out in anger, he forcefully led his men to push his way in front of a beautiful and gentle female teacher.

"Teacher Shu, I've never seen this before. Could you take a look at this?"

At the male student's prompting, Fang Ling handed over the pale gold certificate.

Teacher Shu smiled gently, took it, and examined it carefully.

A moment later, amidst his surprise, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.

She didn't know her either.

He took it directly to ask another handsome and extraordinary young male teacher next to him.

The male teacher took the certificate, his eyes lighting up.

"Seven years old, level six, scythe-wielding martial soul, and able to kill a fallen soul master of a higher level—a genius!"

I've never heard of this so-called Angel Legion Demon Hunter Camp, but it must be real.

It doesn't matter if it's fake; the entrance exam will reveal the truth.

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