Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 34 The Game of Strategy, Testing the Waters

The next night, it was dark.

Having just finished eating, Lin Tianyang and Shu Manyun, along with Fang Ling, arrived at the Great Soul Arena.

Registration was very quick.

Since he was the only one there, he naturally booked a one-on-one match.

This was Fang Ling's first time fighting in the Soul Arena, and he was slightly excited, his body trembling.

Master's wife, Shu Manyun, calmly brushed a stray hair behind her ear, looked at him like this, and said gently:

"How's it going? Nervous about your first time participating in the Soul Battle?"

"A little," Fang Ling replied honestly.

"Are our combat geniuses still nervous?" she chuckled lightly.

"They're all too weak. I'm afraid I might accidentally kill them."

This statement was so arrogant that people around couldn't help but turn their heads.

Some people wanted to make sarcastic remarks, but when they saw that Lin Tianyang was wearing the clothes of a teacher from the War King Academy, they could only shut up in time and leave silently.

The Great Soul Arena will maintain basic order, but if someone gets beaten up for swearing, it's none of their business.

Those who heard this thought the lame kid was arrogant, but Lin Tianyang interpreted it differently.

He laughed and scolded, "Good lad, don't hit his vitals. It's a bit troublesome if someone dies in a battle."

"Losing money is fine, the teacher can help, but you'll have to work for me from now on."

"Okay, don't worry, teacher, I won't attack anyone's vitals." Fang Ling nodded indifferently.

We need to practice first, so that we can ask the teacher for permission to participate in the life-or-death battle later.

The one-on-one matchups are determined by drawing lots.

While other Soul Masters are engaged in Soul Battles, the waiting Soul Masters can choose to be spectators or choose to rest.

Fang Ling naturally chose to watch the game.

He is full of energy and doesn't need this last-minute meditation.

Combat is simply about attacking with a sickle while dodging enemy attacks; there's nothing to overthink about.

These matches were slightly better than yesterday's, so Fang Ling watched them with great interest.

Soon he heard someone call his name.

After a battle ended, a host in a tuxedo stood in the center of the ring once again.

"Next, we will begin the fourth round of one-on-one battles in our sixth Soul Arena, featuring two Soul Masters."

"The two are Fang Ling, a Soul Master with the weapon spirit scythe and a newcomer to the Soul Arena, facing off against Tian Wen, who has won two consecutive matches and possesses the beast spirit Exploding Fire Monkey."

"We'll have to wait and see who wins and who loses."

The battles between Soul Masters at the first level were not very entertaining, and there weren't many spectators in the stands.

However, one could clearly hear someone calling Tian Wen's name.

His battles were quite intense, and the scenes were quite cool, leaving a certain impression on people.

A short, red-haired youth quickly arrived at the Soul Battle Stage amidst cheers.

His skin was wheat-colored, and although he wasn't particularly muscular, his strong muscle definition revealed his formidable fighting prowess.

With his arms crossed over his chest and a hint of arrogance on his face, he exuded the aura of a powerful figure.

On the other side, Fang Ling tapped twice and easily leaped from the Soul Battle Arena onto the stage.

His body has already begun to grow faster with the help of digestion.

The muscle definition in his arms is gradually becoming visible, though he can't compare to these adults, but he still has the strength to cut open a neck.

"There are children among the fighting spirits in this ring?"

"How old are you? Coming to the Grand Arena so soon?"

"Look at his feet, he's a cripple!"

The audience erupted in cheers.

Nothing makes people more curious than the appearance of something new and exciting.

The match between the newcomer with a limp and the young man who has won two consecutive games is quite interesting.

Lin Tianyang and Shu Manyun, who were in the audience, immediately focused their attention.

This is my apprentice's first battle of the Souls, we can't miss it.

"Can we win?" Shu Manyun asked worriedly, clutching her chest with one hand.

"Just by looking at their stance, you can tell Bao Ying is in the bag."

Although he hadn't seen this person last night, Lin Tianyang was still certain that Fang Ling's agility and lightning-fast reflexes were the key to his success.

This guy is just asking to get utterly crushed. The red-haired youth, Tian Wen, saw a child opposite him and his eyes widened in surprise: "Whose kid is playing in the Soul Arena?"

"I heard that the War King Academy just finished recruiting students."

"Are they students from there? What's the problem?" Fang Ling asked, puzzled.

"You didn't just enroll, and you've already sneaked off to the Great Soul Arena, did you?"

The red-haired youth was taken aback for a moment, then said with a grin, "Take my advice, go back and cultivate properly. You're too young and disabled, I can't bully you."

Fang Ling was not affected by his words.

"You'll know what shame is once you're defeated by this disabled person!"

"What kind of behavior is this, cowering and timid?"

The red-haired youth was taken aback: "Hey~ kid, you!"

He glanced at him with feigned disdain, gripped his scythe tightly, and roared, "Enough talk, activate your Martial Soul, let's fight!"

"You've won two games, what are you pretending for? It's like you've forgotten who you are."

It's not a life-or-death battle where the opponent needs to underestimate you. In a strategic battle, the opponent still needs to show some strength.

This is how you can see more of your own level.

So, provoke them first.

Fire-attribute Soul Masters have fiery tempers, and they're the kind of people who immediately put on airs and show off how awesome they are; they have significant personality flaws.

Just a few casual words will do.

The red-haired youth was indeed fooled, his lips twitching:

"Fine, I'll definitely teach you a lesson on behalf of your college teachers!"

A red light flashed between his brows, and his body was covered in crimson monkey fur.

Flames roared overhead, and the Explosive Fire Monkey Soul Master clenched his fists, let out a furious roar, and charged angrily towards Fang Ling.

Lin Tianyang held his wife's soft little hand and whispered in her ear.

He wanted to show off, so he explained the situation to everyone present:

"Under normal circumstances, and for the sake of the future, most Beast Soul Masters choose an amplification-type Soul Skill for their first ring."

"Look at that fire monkey advancing now, it means it's going to engage in close combat."

"boom--!"

Lin Tianyang analyzed it this way, and then he heard a loud bang.

Seeing the blazing yellow spirit ring of the Explosive Fire Monkey Spirit Master, it breathed fire directly at Fang Ling.

He dodged and retreated in an instant.

Shu Manyun couldn't hold back and burst into a soft laugh.

Lin Tianyang's expression stiffened, and his tone carried a hint of annoyance.

"Alright, a ranged soul skill. What kind of setup does this trash soul master have? Watch how my good disciple teaches him a lesson!"

Fang Ling had already activated his spirit rings, and his nerve reflexes had doubled from the original 30%.

He noticed the Fiery Monkey Soul Master's open mouth.

Fang Ling's innate, keen combat sense allowed him to instantly recognize the opponent's trick.

The fact that they had to resort to tricks to beat up a lame kid shows that provoking someone really works.

Unfortunately, it's still too slow.

Fang Ling's expression was cold and stern, because he had anticipated the opponent's attack and made his move in advance.

He didn't even turn his body; he simply took a light step and dodged the seemingly powerful flames.

While dodging the flames, it quickly rushed forward for more than ten meters.

The arena is only twenty meters in diameter.

The Fiery Monkey Soul Master was still breathing fire when he realized that not only were his soul skills useless, but the opponent was also running right up to him.

Startled, he hastily stopped his soul technique, tensed his muscles, and threw a punch.

Fang Ling dodged the fist with precise sidestep, and at the same time, the scythe landed on his neck.

Achieving maximum effect with minimal movements is his fighting style.

The icy-cold touch penetrated to the core, and all arrogance and petty cleverness vanished.

Tian Wen, the Soul Master of the Fiery Monkey, broke out in a cold sweat in an instant.

"Don't draw your knife, I surrender!"

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