Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 45 I Want This Disciple (Please read on Tuesday!)

The event is over.

The group arrived at the dean's office.

Fang Ling was still lying on the stretcher and had not gotten up.

Several teachers have already gone back. They had a fight with the city lord's men today; it was quite a spectacle.

They all left with smiles on their faces.

After fiddling with the snow-white ring in his hand for a moment, the dean tossed it to Fang Ling.

"Here you are, Fang Ling, the ring you swindled."

"Thank you, Master!" Fang Ling stood up in surprise and took it.

Blood was still dripping from his body, and the newly opened wound made everyone grimace.

That's ruthless!

The fourth purple soul ring on his body flashed. The head of the treatment room saw that his wound, which had just been healed, had reopened. A look of anger flashed across his face, and he pressed him back down.

"Why are you moving around like that? Don't you want to get better!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Fang Ling quickly apologized, her hand still tightly gripping the ring.

"You shouldn't apologize to me; you should apologize to your own body. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Even if it's just a superficial injury, you must treat it properly."

The head of the treatment room shook his head helplessly.

"Fang Ling, does it hurt?" The teacher's wife pursed her lips as she helped treat some minor wounds.

"Fortunately, my stubborn will will not yield to pain." Fang Ling smiled as he put the Frost and Snow Ring on the index finger of his right hand.

The lustrous, snow-white ring instantly adhered snugly to my finger, neither too tight nor too loose, just the right fit.

There was also a persistent feeling of coldness.

It truly lives up to its reputation as an excellent storage soul tool that cost 250,000 to acquire; the more you look at it, the more you like it.

"Fang Ling, what level are you?" The dean stared at Fang Ling for a while before suddenly speaking.

Level 15.

"Has it been tested?"

"The teacher tested it with a crystal ball."

Talk is cheap; without testing with a crystal ball, how could anyone believe such an outrageous upgrade speed?

"One and a half months, level three, fifteen days to level one, forced out of my potential through life-or-death battles..."

The speed of this upgrade and the so-called forced potential made Dean Lin Yuehua feel very strange.

That doesn't seem right.

He took a few steps closer and pointed to a relatively healthy spot on Fang Ling's skin.

The soul power circulated throughout the body.

"The soul power is solidified, without any bloodlust or lingering resentment. Is it really just a matter of forcing out a person's potential through a so-called life-or-death battle?"

His face was full of astonishment; even with the facts right in front of him, he still found it unbelievable.

Nothing was found during the examination; he wasn't a fallen soul master, but that's precisely what makes it strange.

Could he really be some kind of special genius?

Did the college really strike gold this time?

"Everyone says you're quick-witted. Come on, try and slash me with your sword."

"Dean! At least wait until he's fully recovered before we talk about it!" The head of the treatment room's brow twitched violently, his anger surging.

They're all fighting maniacs who have no respect for the wounded!

"Huh? Oh, haha." The dean chuckled awkwardly. "Let's wait until he's healed before we talk about it."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After drinking three more pots of valuable medicinal soup, Fang Ling finally recovered completely, along with her previous injuries.

Now he can jump around and get out of bed again.

"Young Fang, how are you feeling? Have you recovered? If you have, come and spar with this old man. I won't use soul skills; you can use yours that enhances nerve reflexes."

The dean, with a well-proportioned build and a tuft of white hair in front, extended a challenge to him.

How much of a genius can a combat prodigy be?

If he's a true genius... hey!

Fang Ling jumped three feet high: "Of course, I'm looking forward to it, Master, just you wait and see!"

The teacher and his wife were watching from the side.

He felt that he was about to advance in his sickle technique; he hadn't trained for so long that his body was practically rusting.

Let's see just how strong the Dean is, that he can defeat three Soul Emperors in a one-on-three battle.

The sickle appeared in his hand in an instant, its blade still silvery-white, reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight.

The minor injuries he sustained during his previous battle with Xu Chi have been completely healed.

Fang Ling gripped his scythe tightly, his body slightly bent, his eyes instantly turning icy cold. His soul power circulated rapidly within his body, and he immediately entered battle mode. An invisible killing intent flowed from his sharp eyes.

The dean on the other side couldn't help but nod in approval.

No wonder he won more than ten consecutive matches in the life-or-death battles of the Grand Soul Arena.

It was astonishing that he could cultivate such a murderous aura and instantly enter a battle state.

You can tell from this that he has great talent.

A combat genius, true to his name.

A faint yellow light flickered as Fang Ling activated his soul ring at an extremely fast speed.

"Zheng—!"

With legs dancing, he quickly closed the distance and slashed at the dean with his sword.

This is the move that Fang Ling has practiced the longest and is most familiar with.

The dean, wielding an ordinary battle sword, blocked Fang Ling's attack with a single, resounding clang.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, she swiftly struck him in the chest with her free hand.

Fang Ling reacted quickly, and the moment she saw him make a move, she immediately jumped back to dodge.

At the same time, he nimbly leaped, dodging the dean's next slash.

"Huh? That's really fast." The dean exclaimed softly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He didn't hold back much.

This palm strike wasn't very powerful; it wouldn't seriously injure Fang Ling, who had just recovered from his injuries.

But that was enough to render Fang Ling unable to fight.

The nerve reflex was incredibly fast—no joke—and he actually dodged it.

He then dodged the next blow.

He has great talent.

"Again!"

The dean suddenly became interested and made the first move.

As a Soul Emperor, his speed was naturally extremely fast, and he caught up with Fang Ling, who had retreated twice, in just one step.

"Whoosh!"

The battle blade slashed directly at Fang Ling's head.

Fang Ling shifted her body to the side and continued to flash.

An attack that is too straightforward is easy to dodge.

Moreover, the dean is a Soul Emperor with six Soul Rings to enhance his body, while he, with only one Soul Ring, is no match for him in terms of strength.

This downward strike is unavoidable.

It's impossible to stop them.

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

These were the words his teacher taught him, and Fang Ling always kept them in mind.

The dean attacked very quickly, unleashing three rapid slashes in quick succession.

Fang Ling had no choice but to dodge three times in quick succession before finally finding an opportunity to counterattack.

The counterattack went wrong; it was a trap set by the dean.

The dean raised his hand to slap the sickle away, but the feeling of hitting nothing made him pause in surprise.

Fang Ling's pupils contracted sharply, and he instantly recalled his martial spirit.

Missed the shot!

Although it's just a little bit short, and often that's exactly what's missing.

"They actually managed to save them?"

The dean realized that Fang Ling lacked combat experience and had clearly fallen for a trap.

They managed to keep the situation from collapsing by sheer, extreme reaction.

He was deeply moved.

Fang Ling, whose scythe had been summoned again, slashed his arm with it.

Protected by his soul power, the dean was not injured, but the light in his eyes became even more profound.

He immediately cheered loudly, "What a fighting genius! I want this disciple!"

Lin Tianyang, who was waiting on the sidelines for his father's envious praise, spat out a mouthful of water: "Dad!"

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