Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 33 First Steps into the Great Soul Arena

It shouldn't have been at this time.

No matter how much the War King Academy advocates combat and the unparalleled combat power of Soul Masters, it will never do anything to force growth.

Generally speaking, each junior Soul Master will only be trained to a certain level of basic combat strength and be allowed to go to the Great Soul Arena to broaden their horizons after at least one year of enrollment.

But Fang Ling is the exception, isn't she?

At the age of seven, he was able to kill a Fallen Soul Master whose combat power was stronger than that of an ordinary Soul Master.

Now, relying solely on skill without using soul techniques, he can actually withstand the swordsmanship of this Soul Master.

Those Soul Masters in society probably couldn't beat him.

Geniuses are certainly different.

In that case, he, as the teacher, has no reason to obstruct the path chosen by a genius.

First, he went to the treatment room to tell his wife, and then Lin Tianyang quickly led Fang Ling out of the academy.

Because it's just to get a feel for it, not to start fighting immediately.

Therefore, the master's wife approved of their actions.

The Great Soul Arena is not far from the academy, only two streets away.

They arrived at their destination in no time, about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Just as the magnificent architecture of the Spirit Hall is a landmark of every city, a city with a Great Spirit Arena has a Great Spirit Arena that is worthy of being compared to it.

The Vic Ice Peak Arena is oval in shape and reaches a height of 120 meters.

Its interior is divided into one main battle arena and twenty-eight sub-battle arenas.

It can accommodate 70,000 spectators at the same time.

This includes 120 VIP boxes.

The lights are on all night, and people come and go in an endless stream. Apart from the area around the college, this is the most prosperous place.

Because of the city's tough and spirited people, there are many spectators. This one place alone contributes more than 50% of the city's tax revenue.

Lin Tianyang led Fang Ling to the registration area, while giving a general introduction to the overall situation.

"There are three types of fighting spirit. One is the game of strategy, which is mutual sparring, but killing is prohibited."

"The second type is a life-or-death struggle, which is usually used to resolve irreconcilable disputes."

He paused, a hint of disdain on his face.

"However, many people also enjoy watching people wail as they die, so there are often desperate people who participate in life-or-death battles for money."

"The third type is a wager, which is an upgraded version of a life-or-death struggle. The winner gets everything stipulated in the wager. This is usually how nobles and clans resolve disputes. You won't encounter this kind of thing, so you don't need to know about it."

"Oh~"

Fang Ling didn't remember these things very clearly, but after hearing him say them, she immediately understood.

We can try game theory first.

The main purpose is to test the fighting skills of the people here.

He will probably mainly participate in these life-or-death battles from now on.

Seeing that he was listening attentively, Lin Tianyang felt a surge of accomplishment in teaching, but then suddenly remembered that he hadn't done a crucial part of the lesson:

"By the way, Fang Ling, did you see that stone tablet from when we came here?"

"What stone tablet? The one with so many names on it?" Fang Ling vaguely remembered glancing at it, but didn't pay much attention.

Lin Tianyang's words were somewhat profound:

"Those are tombstones for the dead, inscribed with the names of Soul Masters who died in the Soul Arena."

"You are a fighting genius, but even the best can make mistakes. If you don't want to end up like that, remember this: be careful, be careful, and be extra careful in future battles."

"Yes, Fang Ling will keep your teacher's teachings in mind."

Fang Ling is cautious and meticulous in his actions, and he always gives his all in every battle, so there's no need for others to elaborate on this.

But it's still pretty good to receive such meticulous care from the teacher.

This teacher is the right one.

There was nothing to look down on or any ridiculous, pretentious incidents like being slapped in the face. Signing up for the Soul Fighting event was very simple, and the registration process didn't take much time.

The teacher originally wanted to help pay the bill, but Fang Ling stopped her.

He brought money specifically for this.

Then I received an Iron Soul Badge.

The decorations of each arena are similar, but they are also divided into different levels.

So Lin Tianyang chose a place where first-ring Soul Masters gathered and led Fang Ling in.

He gave Fang Ling more detailed information.

Each arena is divided into two main categories: the strategic zone and the life-or-death zone.

Each category has three modes: one-on-one, two-on-two, and team battle.

Each arena has six separate fighting stages. Lin Tianyang led Fang Ling to the gaming area.

Tickets for the One Ring Battle were very cheap, and since Fang Ling was alone, his teacher led him to a one-on-one audience seat.

"Since this is your first time here, don't rush to go in. Take a look around first."

Lin Tianyang turned his head and lingered for a moment in Fang Ling's burning eyes.

"A new battle is coming soon. You can take a look and mentally simulate it."

"Take your eyes off other people's necks and change your fighting habit of aiming your sword at their necks."

"It must be remembered that in strategic warfare, one cannot resort to ruthless killings!"

"Yes, teacher."

Fang Ling awkwardly agreed, shifting her gaze away from the necks of the people on the ring.

However, what he was thinking was something else entirely.

How can you not be staring at his neck? Is he trying to wage a game of strategy?

It was a life-or-death battle.

Of course, this can't be rushed.

Rushing makes it easy to make mistakes; take a look first.

Fang Ling suppressed his rapidly beating heart and focused his gaze on the battle on the field.

The host's opening remarks reached my ears.

"Next up is our sixth Soul Arena, the sixth one-on-one Soul Battle tonight, featuring two Great Soul Masters."

"They are Long Ze, a Soul Master with the Beast Soul White Spirit Python, and Lola, a Soul Master with the Weapon Soul Great Wooden Stick, whom she has already defeated once."

"What exactly is it...?"

After a brief introduction, Fang Ling automatically ignored the host's rambling.

All eyes were focused on the battle taking place in the arena.

Both sides in the battle were burly men; at a glance, they could be described in two words: "strong" and "big".

Both men were of imposing stature, with strong, well-defined muscles all over their bodies.

His skin was dark, as if it had been tempered and refined, showing its resilience.

The veins twisted and intertwined, resembling small, dark blue snakes covering his body.

Their eyes were sharp and fierce, filled with menacing light.

The one with the weapon spirit, the giant wooden stick, is slightly thinner, but not by much.

As soon as the two entered the arena, they both let out a deafening roar, the sound waves like thunderclaps, shaking everyone's hearts.

The surrounding temperature seemed to drop a few degrees due to their imposing presence, and the tense atmosphere elicited loud cheers from the audience.

He looks like an idiot.

Fang Ling made this assessment.

He was completely unmoved by this shouting match.

They're just two Soul Masters at the first ring. If they're going to fight, they should fight. Why are they yelling?

They all have white spirit rings, making it seem like they're incredibly strong.

The momentum is good, but those moves are full of flaws, tsk...

Just as Fang Ling had expected, it wasn't very strong.

The fighting was simple and brutal, with a few techniques, but not many; it was basically pure brute force, which made him frown deeply.

The match ended quickly, with the Great Wooden Stick Soul Master emerging victorious.

Having a weapon-type martial spirit in the early stages always gives you a slight advantage.

The next match will begin immediately.

The two players in the match were slightly stronger.

I watched it all night, until almost 10 o'clock.

Lin Tianyang then took him back to school. "How are you feeling?"

"They all look weak. Shall I try out tomorrow?" Fang Ling requested.

"Hmm...okay, then your master's wife and I will go watch the game and cheer you on."

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(End of this chapter)