Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 5: How to allocate skill points for killing?

He was slightly unsteady, and if you listened carefully, you could hear his faint but heavy breathing.

It's obvious they've fallen into a trap; they're suppressing the pain.

Judging from the manner of the attack, it seems that the left foot or left leg was pierced.

Perhaps he's still cursing under his breath, wondering how anyone could set a trap in their home.

"Haha, I really want to laugh."

Fang Ling felt a surge of joy, but quickly regained her composure.

Laughter is fine, but for now, it's just a thought.

They've just fallen into a trap, slowing down their progress; it's not yet time to be completely safe.

At least wait until both his legs are trapped.

Watching him luckily avoid several traps in the bushes, Fang Ling was incredibly anxious, constantly cursing inwardly:

"Hurry up and stomp on it!"

Whether it was luck or skill, the shadowy figure moved stealthily in the dark, dragging an injured leg, and cautiously approached, yet still managed to miss.

There's no other way; you have to leave enough space to set up traps.

But that won't work.

The sound of the landing was heavy, and the voice was deep and slightly weathered, definitely that of a grown man.

Even with his foot injured, Fang Ling's small frame would make it difficult to fight him head-on.

We must not let this person get close; we must take the initiative to attack while he is still surrounded by traps.

How should we launch the attack?

Lure him into a trap!

Use your strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

The wise words of our ancestors should not be ignored.

The array of traps on the ground is Fang Ling's strength.

The shadowy figure, still moving forward despite being trapped, was like a frightened bird. He had no choice but to slowly move forward through the trap array, parting the bushes. This was his weakness!

"kill!"

Fang Ling roared, his voice suddenly exploding in the quiet night, and he threw a broken tile.

This action was not intended to harm anyone, but rather to alert the enemy.

The shadowy figure trembled at the fierce shouts of killing from inside the room, its heart filled with fear, and it was immediately terrified.

He dared not be hit by this attack from an unknown source, so he turned and dodged to the left.

Then they successfully stepped into the trap.

The sharp wooden spear pierced through the dark figure's tattered cloth shoes and then through his other foot.

The dark figure's legs buckled, and he collapsed instantly.

He instinctively leaned against a tree trunk.

Coincidentally, there were also arrow traps made of the tree branches, using wooden arrows with carbonized tips.

He won the second one!

Pulled by the elasticity of the tree trunk, the wooden arrow shot out with great force, striking him directly in the back, penetrating halfway and entering his lung.

The intense pain was too much for the shadowy figure to bear any longer, and he collapsed to his knees.

It let out a pitiful scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"ah--!"

"die!"

With a cold snort, he leaped off the windowsill.

Using his weight, Fang Ling flashed a light in his hand, and a sharp scythe instantly appeared, aimed at the shadowy figure's neck.

Just as it was about to be wiped away, the dark figure endured the pain and immediately raised its hand.

"Clang!"

A fine dagger and a sickle clashed, producing a crisp metallic clang.

"You little cripple, you're dead!"

The dark figure let out a cold snort, its tone sharp and piercing as it endured the pain, yet it still sounded somewhat familiar.

"Huh, this can block it?"

Startled, Fang Ling didn't bother to identify who the person was and immediately reached for the pocket at his waist with his left hand.

He grabbed a handful of white ash and instantly scattered it towards the shadowy figure's eyes.

The darkness provided the best cover, and the shadowy figure was caught off guard and fell victim to the attack.

He never imagined that someone could be so insidious.

Traps were everywhere, on the ground and in the trees; even in battle, ambushes and underhanded tactics were employed. "Ah! Quicklime! Your mother..."

Fang Ling made quicklime himself using fire and limestone—a great tool for scheming against people!

The burning sensation that shot through his eyes made the shadowy figure involuntarily close his eyes, tears streaming down his face. He instinctively reached out to rub his eyes.

Fang Ling dared not be distracted for a moment, and seized the opportunity to swing his sickle swiftly.

Even a simple farm sickle used for cutting grass severed half of his neck in the instant it sliced ​​through.

The trachea was severed, and two superficial but vital blood vessels on both sides of the neck were cut, causing blood to gush out and splatter all over Fang Ling's face.

Blood gushed onto his face. Fearing being killed by a desperate counterattack, Fang Ling dared not linger and immediately retreated.

They retreated indoors, only revealing their eyes in the corner of the wall.

On the other side, the shadowy figure was already on the verge of death.

The loss of blood supply to his brain nearly eliminated his ability to think.

Blood rushed into his throat, causing him to grunt and groan.

With the help of his remaining memories, the shadowy figure could only wildly swing his dagger before dying.

Then select a direction and throw it out suddenly, hoping to cause some damage to Fang Ling.

Not only was it completely off target, but Fang Ling was also hiding indoors, pressed against the wall, so of course it missed.

The dagger fell to the ground with a soft, crisp sound.

Fang Ling was paying attention to the direction from which the sound came, but had not yet taken any action.

Something unexpected happened to him—the gray progress bar in his eyes suddenly increased a little, advancing by one percent.

His pupils dilated sharply in an instant.

We've found a way to increase your points!

It is extremely vicious, and in the Douluo Continent, it is closer to the advancement method of a Fallen Soul Master, or even an Evil Soul Master.

Add points to the kill skill!

Of course, as a visitor from another world, Fang Ling, who has a relatively flexible moral compass, doesn't mind this quick way of improving his cultivation.

He was all alone, a beggar whose martial spirit was just an ordinary scythe, and who had no family.

As long as it can be upgraded, Bloodbath is acceptable.

Adding points to the panel won't have any side effects.

But this amount is too small. An ordinary adult male without soul power only grew by one percent. What does this mean?

He needs to kill a hundred people to gain one point, one level!

You need to kill a thousand people to reach level ten!

After a simple calculation, Fang Ling was stunned and stood there in place.

To be honest, it's hard to judge.

Soul Masters can usually provide a higher progress bar, and it's not impossible for one person to add a little bit to the progress bar.

However, Fang Ling is absolutely no match for any Soul Master right now, not even a support-type one, so he's not being considered for the time being.

Killing ordinary people is unrealistic.

Angels are revered, and the Spirit Hall, which suppresses the world, has committed too much slaughter and will surely be wiped out.

Moreover, this is contrary to his true intentions.

They didn't offend you, so why did you kill them for no reason? What kind of behavior is that?

Bearing the resentment of others, changing one's own kind heart, ultimately disregarding life, and making oneself an enemy of the world.

From any perspective, this kind of indiscriminate killing will ultimately only destroy itself.

There are better options available to people.

Fang Ling instantly thought of two places: the Great Soul Arena, where life-or-death battles could be fought, and the Slaughter City.

Especially the Killing City, a place where you can kill at will, is simply a holy land for leveling up!

It's full of mid-to-high-level Soul Masters, even some Title Douluos.

The amount of points one can gain from killing a Title Douluo is simply unimaginable.

Of course, this requires him to improve his combat strength and have enough raw power to pass the test; otherwise, he'll just be easy prey.

Even a titled Douluo's light soul power could kill him in his current state.

Moreover, while it's easy to enter the City of Slaughter, it's not so easy to leave.

If Tang San didn't have Tang Hao behind him, and Hu Liena didn't have Bibi Dong behind her, let alone a hundred matches, they would have been killed by the giant bat in seventy or eighty matches, no, sixty or seventy matches.

Therefore, Fang Ling must gain the support of one of them.

Because of the broken leg, he will definitely try to get the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone, which will make enemies with the rats, so this path is not feasible.

Then we can only take the Bibi Dong route.

This female pope may look beautiful, but she harbors a hidden madness. It's best to avoid contact with her if possible.

We need to think about this carefully.

(End of this chapter)