Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 39 Combat

The Grand Arena was building momentum for the two to attract more spectators.

Those who have won dozens of consecutive matches and are still participating in life-or-death battles are all top-notch ruthless individuals.

Even if both sides are only one-ring Soul Masters, they are qualified to fight in the main Soul Arena.

In the center of the main arena, the one-on-one arena.

The impeccably dressed host, stepping on the still-wet blood, passionately described the upcoming, extremely exciting battle.

"Tonight's one-on-one life-or-death battle has attracted two heavyweight guests."

"The first one is Fang Ling, a genius freshman who recently enrolled at the Battle King Intermediate Soul Master Academy!"

"He was nine years old at the time, a man of few words, and had an insatiable passion for battle."

"His left leg is missing, but that doesn't affect his amazing fighting ability."

"His fighting style is unconventional, precise and swift, with excellent reflexes. Every move is neither superfluous nor sluggish, and he possesses a unique, cold beauty."

"His martial spirit is a scythe. He won thirteen consecutive matches. Because he accurately slit the throat of his opponent in all ten of his life-or-death battles, the audience affectionately called him 'Ling the Throat Slitter'."

Fang Ling finished warming up and waited expressionlessly to the side.

He doesn't know who his opponent is yet, but anyone who can win ten consecutive matches in a life-or-death battle is not easy to deal with, and he is already prepared.

Prepare to kill the other party, or prepare to escape.

The audience cheered enthusiastically and applauded continuously, with many people cheering for the name.

The title "Ling the Throat-Slitting" may not sound very nice, but it's quite fitting.

Fang Ling reluctantly accepted it.

Seeing the lively atmosphere, the host immediately revealed the identity of the second person: "This second person is Xu Chi, the youngest son of the city lord of Vik Ice Edge City."

Lin Tianyang's expression immediately changed as he waited at the viewing area for the athletes' relatives, and he tightened his grip on his wife's hand slightly.

"It's the city lord's youngest son, who was said to be a born waste. I didn't expect him to win ten consecutive matches in a life-or-death battle. This time, things are a bit troublesome."

"Is it because of his status? But you didn't say he was a good-for-nothing," Shu Manyun asked, puzzled.

"The city lord doesn't care much about this son, but he has some grudges with his father and might use this as an excuse to cause trouble."

Lin Tianyang's expression turned solemn.

"Huh? Should we stop this match immediately?" Shu Manyun exclaimed in surprise.

After a moment's thought, he shook his head slightly.

"It's alright, Father is stronger."

"Furthermore, there are the rules of the Great Soul Arena, and the city lord wouldn't dare offend the Great Soul Arena, so there's no need to worry too much."

"Besides, there are too many spectators, and it's unlikely that things will stop now. Playing tricks on too many people will cause trouble."

"Let's see what Fang Ling does."

Upon hearing the identity of his opponent, Fang Ling, who was waiting, couldn't help but frown.

He has connections; hopefully, the teacher's connections are even stronger.

"Xu Chi's martial soul is the same as the city lord's, the Black Gold Sword, and he has won ten consecutive matches."

"Similar to Fang Ling's fighting style, it is extremely precise, using the fewest movements to achieve the most efficient kill."

"Because he was most skilled at stabbing, piercing the enemy's heart with a single sword strike, the audience affectionately called him 'The Heart-Piercing Blaze'."

"Now, please welcome the two of you to the stage."

The people who were just cheering for Fang Ling's name are also cheering for this.

I don't have any particular preferences; I just enjoy watching battles immersively.

"A piercing, burning flame!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The two jumped onto the ring amidst cheers from the audience.

Fang Ling stared intently at his opponent.

She had a full head of jet-black, glossy curly hair and a faint smile on her face.

She wasn't particularly good-looking, but her chubby, round face gave her a strangely approachable appearance.

Of course, it was of no use to Fang Ling.

When it's time to strike, you have to strike. This is a lesson learned from Tang San's defeat after being seduced by Xiao Wu.

Let alone if the opponent is a man, even if a stunningly beautiful woman is blocking his way, he can still kill her!

"I heard from the host that you are the city lord's youngest son?" Fang Ling asked, a hint of apprehension in his eyes, a rare occurrence for him to speak at the beginning.

"He is indeed the city lord's youngest son."

Xu Chi nodded, then said, "But don't worry, just go all out. I have four older brothers, all of whom are more talented than me."

"I have been weak since I was a child. I am only level 16 at the age of 12 this year. I have very poor talent and am not valued."

Fang Ling's doubts remained unresolved:

"What if I kill you, and your father comes to the academy seeking revenge?"

Xu Chi's eyes gradually burned with fervor: "It was his promise that I would participate in the life-or-death battle. He promised not to make things difficult for the person who killed me, so you can just swing your sword with confidence."

"If I die, it's just because my strength is negligible, so I can't blame anyone else."

"And can you guarantee you can kill me? A long winning streak doesn't necessarily mean you're strong."

Fang Ling understood, stopped talking nonsense, and silently summoned his martial spirit.

The scythe, which has evolved once, has not changed in appearance, but its texture in the hand has been improved.

The silver-white metallic scythe seemed to be waiting for the next soul to perish.

As Fang Ling's scythe appeared, Xu Chi also revealed his martial spirit.

The Wujin sword is entirely black, with faint blue patterns, giving it a deep and mysterious feel.

Like Fang Ling, Xu Chi had only one yellow spirit ring that pulsed up and down.

A century is the privilege a city lord's son should have.

Instead of the white spirit ring like Xiao Chenyu from Notting Academy.

The two began to confront each other, analyzing each other's weaknesses.

A moment later, they all rushed forward without prior arrangement.

"Clang—!" The reinforced back of the scythe clashed with the black gold sword, producing a metallic clang.

"Your martial spirit doesn't seem to be strong enough." Xu Chi looked at the faint mark on the back of Fang Ling's scythe and suddenly smiled.

The Black Gold Sword is a mid-to-high-level martial spirit, characterized by its hardness.

Although Xu Chi lacked talent, he genuinely inherited this powerful martial spirit.

Although Fang Ling's scythe has been upgraded to Lv2, it is still only a low-level martial spirit, so it is normal that it can leave a mark.

Feeling the slight stinging sensation from the injury to his martial spirit, Fang Ling immediately made a judgment.

Can fight!

If the opponent's martial spirit is too strong, and can easily cut a large gash in the thick back of the scythe, then it is certain that you cannot win.

When you encounter something like this, the only thing to do is run away as fast as you can.

The pain that reaches the sea of the spirit is beyond ordinary endurance; there is a very high probability of death.

Fang Ling withdrew his martial spirit, took a step, and leaned back.

The two were facing off when, unexpectedly, the black gold sword lost its resistance and slashed past him.

Then, Fang Ling gripped the sickle tightly, exerted his strength suddenly, and relied on his extremely fast nerve reflexes to deliver a swift vertical slash.

With the force of a thunderbolt, the blade slashed down with a "whoosh".

Faced with Fang Ling's fierce attack, Xu Chi reacted instantly, relying on his rich combat experience.

The sword returned swiftly, as smoothly as flowing water.

The block was as solid as a rock.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The two began to exchange blows with lightning speed, like blacksmiths striking iron.

After fighting for a while, Xu Chi seemed to be at a disadvantage.

He took a step back, sacrificing a bloody gash in his chest to dodge another sharp slash from Fang Ling.

They kept retreating quickly, seemingly wanting a brief rest.

But in the next second, his eyes immediately turned fierce.

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