Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 40 Thrilling

The yellow, century-old soul ring suddenly lit up.

Soul Skill: Piercing Wind Strike!

Inspired by the century-old soul beast, the Gale Eagle, it is a dash skill that can be activated at an extremely fast speed.

Surrounded by azure winds, Xu Chi maintained his thrusting stance, the tip of his sword flashing with a sharp light, like a bolt of lightning slicing through space.

In the blink of an eye, he covered several meters and thrust his sword at Fang Ling.

This seemingly retreating but actually sudden dash attack skill is extremely difficult to stop.

Many people died in this sudden attack.

This is also the origin of his nickname "The Heart-Piercing Blaze".

Fang Ling was extremely wary of this, just as his own nickname "Ling the Throat-Cutter" came from the act of cutting throats.

Xu Chi's name also reflects certain of his fighting habits.

That matches exactly what the host said.

For example, a thorn!

This sudden retreat sent a chill down Fang Ling's spine.

The sudden burst of yellow light in his eyes confirmed his judgment: this was about to do something big.

Seeing Xu Chi's sudden advance, Fang Ling didn't think twice and instinctively dodged to the side.

The whistling of the wind was particularly piercing.

The sharp sound, like countless blades slashing through the air, brought a chilling sensation.

Xu Chi was extremely surprised to discover that the Wind Piercing Strike, which was usually invincible and sometimes able to achieve great success, was now in use.

It only managed to scratch the opponent's skin.

"Such a quick reaction!"

With a click of his tongue in amazement, Xu Chi pulled back the tip of his sword, and using the remaining force of his soul skill, thrust the black longsword at Fang Ling's heart again.

This time, Fang Ling was unable to dodge in time. Even though he used his scythe to block, he was too rushed and lacked the strength to completely deflect the attack.

There was a large gash between the ribs on the side of the heart.

"Damn it!" Lin Tianyang's expression suddenly tightened as he watched the tense and exciting battle.

He couldn't help but slap his thigh hard.

Fang Ling reacts quickly, but lacks strength. When we get back this time, we must give him a good beating and then conduct targeted strength training!

If he survives...

"Xiao Fang Ling!" Shu Manyun exclaimed in disbelief as she saw that they had suddenly fallen into a disadvantageous situation.

"Heart-piercing Blaze! Kill! Charge!"

"Ling, who had his throat slit, is about to be killed!"

"We're going to die!" The audience erupted in cheers.

The player with a thirteen-game winning streak is about to be killed by the player with a ten-game winning streak; the genius of the War King Academy is about to be killed by the city lord's youngest son.

What an exciting battle!

Fang Ling, the person who was stabbed, was pale.

The black sword pierced his lung, and the intense pain and difficulty breathing reached his brain.

Fresh blood dripped down his chest, and a strong, sweet, fishy smell rushed up his trachea and into his nasal cavity.

Undeterred by the pain, Fang Ling's eyes instantly hardened.

That was the closest he had ever come to death.

He was almost stabbed in the heart!

However, the moment his opponent finished his move gave Fang Ling a good opportunity.

The scythe vanished from his right hand and reappeared in his left, continuing to deflect the opponent's attacks.

He stomped forward with all his might, and as the sword pierced deeper, the scythe hooked the sword and extended it outward.

The rapid release of adrenaline made him oblivious to the immense pain caused by the sword cutting into his body.

"How ruthless!" the audience exclaimed.

"Hiss—!" Lin Tianyang couldn't help but clutch his chest, his heart pounding.

Everyone saw Fang Ling, in mid-air, flip his body and execute an extreme side kick.

This all-out kick landed on Xu Chi's side of the head.

"Thump!"

Fang Ling landed clutching her chest, nearly collapsing to her knees in the face of the explosive, near-death pain.

Xu Chi was sent flying several meters away, his body colliding violently with the ground.

The powerful kick nearly shattered his skull, almost knocking him unconscious!

Even though he hadn't completely lost consciousness, he had a huge hematoma on his head, a fractured skull, and his brain was still concussing.

Not only is his vision blurred, but his hearing is also greatly affected, and his senses have been weakened to the extreme.

Xu Chi tried to gather his scattered consciousness, but only felt a sudden dizziness. Clutching the gushing blood in his left chest to prevent further blood loss, Fang Ling held his breath and strode forward.

Brain injuries are not so easy to recover from.

For a person, it's practically a death sentence.

This is a golden opportunity. While Xu Chi is still recovering, kill him directly and end this dangerous battle.

"Kill!" he shouted angrily, trying to mislead him. Fang Ling staggered slightly and changed direction.

It's safer to walk from behind.

Xu Chi was still struggling when the black gold sword suddenly slashed out in the direction of the sound.

However, his incomplete senses only allowed him to vaguely perceive his location.

Fang Ling's misleading remarks played a significant role.

The black sword missed its target, but the scythe found its mark.

A single cut to the throat.

A piercing, burning pain—death!

We have already won, our opponent is dead, there will be no more changes.

Before the host could announce the results, Fang Ling immediately ran towards his master and mistress.

The injury was quite serious; my lung was cut open, and I bled quite a bit. I need to get treatment as soon as possible.

Lin Tianyang quickly came forward, picked up Fang Ling, and headed towards the lounge.

The specialized healing Soul Master from the nearby Great Soul Arena immediately followed up, using Soul Skills to stop the bleeding, washing away the blood and grime with water, and then performing suturing.

He also inserted a one-way tube for ventilation into the tip of Fang Ling's chest.

Master's wife, Shu Manyun, alternated between using her first and third spirit rings to prevent Fang Ling's wounds from getting infected and to allow them to heal quickly.

Thanks to their combined efforts, Fang Ling was saved without any lasting complications.

"My duties have come to an end."

"The rest is up to you."

The healing-type Soul Master in the Great Soul Arena put away his tools and nodded to Shu Manyun and Lin Tianyang.

Amidst their profuse thanks, they left the private lounge.

After resting for a long time, at least two hours, Fang Ling opened his eyes while lying on the bed in the lounge.

Seeing the slightly worried looks on his teacher's and teacher's wife's faces, he forced a smile and said, "Teacher's wife, teacher, I still won in the end."

"But Fang Ling, you almost died!" Shu Manyun wanted to curse, but in the end she was speechless, genuinely worried for him.

This life-or-death battle was unlike any other; it was far too perilous.

If Fang Ling had reacted even slightly slower, and his heart had been pierced, he would have been dead.

"I'm sorry, teacher's wife, I've made you and the teacher worry about me."

Fang Ling forced a smile, his voice suddenly becoming strong and resolute, "I was born stubborn and obstinate, and I've been tempered and refined through countless trials, how could I possibly fall here!"

He softened his tone quickly after speaking.

The teacher's wife clenched her fists, her eyes glistening with tears.

Fang Ling wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but her hand was too weak.

So I tried a different approach to comfort her.

"I have a feeling that if I cultivate for a few more days, I should be able to break through and reach level fifteen!"

I had a little left over before, and I gained a little more this time.

I'll add it in a few days.

Lin Tianyang was also inwardly blaming himself, but upon hearing this, he was taken aback and had no choice but to change his words:

"Fang Ling, you made a mistake during the fight. The scythe is wide enough to block the tip of the sword. Your reaction was enough to block the tip of the black gold sword with the scythe."

"I am very familiar with this martial spirit. It is hard but not sharp. It can definitely block it."

"Remember this: there are ways to fight when you are weak. Never use your weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths."

Fang Ling didn't blink. After a simple simulation, he found that it was indeed the case.

"Never use your weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths."

Repeat it again, and nod slightly.

"Teacher, I will remember this lesson very well."

"Just remember that. Go back and review it. You need to intensify your training afterwards."

Fang Ling tried to get up, but found that not only her arms, but her whole body was weak, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

Shu Manyun tapped his forehead and said irritably, "Don't move. You've lost a lot of blood, and your face is pale. You should rest for a while."

"Tianyang, hold Xiao Fangling, let's go back to the academy."

Upon hearing this, Lin Tianyang put one hand behind his back and the other under his knees, and picked Fang Ling up horizontally.

(End of this chapter)