Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 59 Opening My Eyes to See a Cat (Please read on Tuesday!)

As the giant centipede rushed towards him, Fang Ling's breathing became rapid and heavy.

Sweat dripped into his eyes and onto the cracks in his body, yet he seemed completely unaware.

He exuded an aura of tension and determination.

His eyes were like a cheetah locking onto its prey, his pupils fixed intently ahead.

The movements were slow and deliberate, revealing a determination to disregard life and death.

Fang Ling's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile appearing on his face.

Despite the extreme danger, his eyes still burned with fighting spirit.

This may be the last dance of his life.

If he were to die, he would still hope to die with a smile on his face.

The centipede approached rapidly, its fangs wide open, and a venomous mist filled the air, almost within arm's reach.

Fang Ling felt a wave of dizziness, but her judgment was not affected.

Aim precisely.

And now!

"kill!"

With a sudden shout, his emotions were instantly ignited.

My heart pounded violently, as if it were about to break free of the confines of my chest. Blood surged through my veins with unstoppable force, soaring straight to the sky.

Because the scythe is now only a short section, and he has to kill his opponent with his mouthparts, he changed his fighting style.

Instead of swinging and slashing, it thrusts straight forward.

All the remaining soul power, the last ten percent of soul power, surged wildly through the meridians in his body, unstoppable, passing through every tiny vein and converging into an unprecedented power.

Like a river bursting its banks, or a volcano erupting, it all surged into the second soul ring.

With an overwhelming power, it traversed and converged, finally condensing into a dazzling stream of light on the broken scythe.

The enormous, poisonous fangs were about to strike Fang Ling's stomach.

The broken sickle was about to pierce the centipede's mouth.

The fierce wind carried a foul, poisonous odor, making Fang Ling's heart grow even heavier.

The situation is not good.

But with nowhere to retreat and no way to escape, he had no choice but to take this gamble.

Whether they live or die, the answer will soon be revealed!

Just as a fierce collision was about to occur, a dark figure with cat ears suddenly entered Fang Ling's line of sight.

"Someone's coming to the rescue!"

Fang Ling was overjoyed when he realized this.

Regardless of who comes or what their purpose is, surviving is of course the best outcome.

He could no longer stop moving; he saw the newcomer block his broken scythe with a claw, preventing it from advancing an inch.

Then he violently slammed the centipede to the ground with one hand, creating a huge explosion.

"boom--"

Wood chips flew everywhere from the huge tree roots, and soil was scattered in all directions.

The hard carapace cracked inch by inch, completely caved in, and purplish-red poisonous blood splattered everywhere; it was clear that he would die on the spot.

A man with black fur, cat ears, and jet-black pupils smiled and said, "Kid, you should feel lucky."

A high-level Soul Master with the Black Cat Martial Soul?

Fang Ling felt relieved. She didn't hear what he said, and the joy of surviving successfully filled her heart.

The tension suddenly eased, and the exhaustion and accumulated pain erupted like a flood, causing him to lose consciousness and fall forward in an instant.

He wasn't worried about his soul bone being discovered.

The external soul bone given to him by the one-eyed giant antelope is quite special. Its enhancement of jumping ability is more passive, and it can be enhanced with soul power without needing to be outwardly displayed.

Theoretically speaking, the Demolition feat does not require the Soulbone to be manifested.

Ultimately, it's just a skill that gathers soul power and then explodes.

The soul bone only served to protect his feet.

As long as your physical body can withstand the reaction force from the soul skill, and you're not afraid of blowing your own feet to smithereens.

"Hey kid!" The thin, middle-aged man with a black cat as his martial spirit caught Fang Ling as he fainted.

Ignoring the blood flowing onto his body, his gaze was fixed on Fang Ling's clothes soaked in red and the cuts on his skin, a hint of undisguised amazement flashing in his eyes.

What kind of hardships must one go through to forge such a strong will?

He sighed inwardly, and then flashed back to the group with Fang Ling.

"Uncle Li, how did it go? Did you manage to save him?"

The pretty little girl raised an eyebrow and asked softly when she saw Fang Ling, whose life was uncertain, in her arms.

"Of course, Miss, I, Old Li, am a powerful agility-based Soul Saint."

He boasted slightly, then placed Fang Ling in a tent and explained in a low voice, "This young man probably fainted because he was too tired or his injuries were too severe."

"Miss, what do you think?"

The little girl he called "Miss" didn't think much of it and casually called over another person.

"Auntie Mei, come help me."

"Yes, Miss." A young-looking beautiful woman nodded slightly.

Summoning his martial soul, a green light fell upon Fang Ling, who was surrounded by five soul rings—yellow, purple, and black—making him appear as a powerful healing-type Soul King.

Under her treatment, Fang Ling's wounds began to heal rapidly.

While he was receiving treatment, the little girl silently observed him.

The child in front of me wasn't particularly good-looking, but he wasn't ugly either; he could be considered somewhat handsome.

I wanted to save him just now because I saw that he was lame in one leg. However, he was a Great Soul Master and still had a firm will and never gave up when facing a thousand-year-old soul beast.

This reminded her of herself, who would also be facing a hopeless future alone.

Now that I'm closer, I suddenly feel my martial spirit being stirred by something, causing a momentary tremor.

If it can activate a martial soul, does that mean that you have a martial soul fusion skill with a stranger you just met?

How is that possible?

It should be the coward who ran away, not this one.

The pretty little girl was shocked and couldn't believe it. She wanted to feel more of it, but the feeling vanished in an instant.

Is it just an illusion?

The little girl cautiously approached and observed more carefully.

She even touched Fang Ling's forehead with her fair, delicate fingers.

Just then, Fang Ling's consciousness returned to normal.

He opened his eyes and saw this scene: a beautiful and elegant young woman with a graceful figure touched his forehead with her slender fingers.

What's going on?

When his eyes met those beautiful eyes, he froze for a moment, a blush instantly rising to his face. He greeted them somewhat awkwardly.

"Hello, my name is Fang Ling."

The stunningly beautiful girl froze for a moment, then swiftly withdrew her finger.

Like a thief caught in the act, her face burned and instantly turned red.

Feeling flustered, she hurriedly touched her beautiful long hair to make herself look a little busy, and then whispered, "My name is Zhu Zhuqing."

"Zhu Zhuqing?!"

Fang Ling was shocked, but stared at her as she walked away quickly as if nothing had happened.

No wonder she has such a great figure, such a beautiful face, a cold and aloof demeanor, and an air of nobility.

It turned out to be a cat.

He was invigorated, not only by the name but also by the faint stirring of the scythe spirit.

Could it be a Martial Soul Fusion Technique?!

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