Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 80 Awkwardness

Chapter 80 Awkward Moment (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

The martial spirit is sufficient for now; these points will be used for upgrading.

Instead of immediately reaching level 28, Fang Ling planned to maintain a pace of one level per month, and then slow down a bit later.

There weren't many life-or-death battles, mainly because of the upgrade of the scythe technique.

It's not an advancement to Lv4.

Although he boasted that his powerful reflexes allowed him to use his Lv3 scythe technique to rival that of Lv4, he actually didn't know what the strength of Lv4 really was.

This is a new stage, and Fang Ling believes that, analogous to the evolution of martial souls, there should be a significant improvement.

Similarly, the difficulty will also increase dramatically.

The main focus of those three months was on adapting to the sickle technique and the long-handled war sickle.

He realized that there was still considerable room for improvement in the use of the long-handled war scythe at level Lv3 scythe technique.

Therefore, they chose to train more combat techniques in strategic battles.

Because of the previous seven-game winning streak, it only took three days to easily reach the Bronze rank in the Arena of Gaming.

Then, after spending more than a month and not losing many matches, he successfully reached the Silver Soul rank.

The combination of the cursed blade and nerve reflexes is indeed ruthless; not many people can withstand it.

This applies even to those who are already level 30 but haven't yet acquired their Soul Rings and are considered Quasi-Soul Masters.

Soul power is not absolute; proper combination of soul skills can achieve a synergistic effect greater than the sum of its parts.

For example, Star Mole Transformation and Cursed Blade, under the catalysis of the warrior's will, underwent a wonderful chemical reaction.

Fang Ling had already shown mercy and let many people go.

Another battle has ended.

The host, his expression one of utter astonishment, loudly announced the results:

"In the second-on-two match, the fifth game this afternoon, the victors are the Ling Ling duo from the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy!"

That's right, it's the Lingling duo.

Ling in Fang Ling, Ling in Ye Lingling.

Under Ye Lingling's disdainful gaze, Fang Ling's name was a terrible choice.

The story actually began three months ago.

She agreed to become friends with Fang Ling, and after only two days of having fun in Tiandou City, Fang Ling lured her to the Great Soul Arena.

Observe Fang Ling fight a life-or-death battle, and then a game of strategy.

They even made a considerable profit from their bets in the middle.

But she wasn't particularly fond of fighting, and she didn't want to spend her time with Fang Ling in the Great Soul Arena just watching and earning a pittance.

After she expressed her intention to leave, Fang Ling opportunely brought up another thing that attracted her—

Help her become a Silver Fighter Soul.

Ye Lingling wasn't interested in that, but she was very interested in being able to flaunt it in front of her teammates.

Aside from team training, she rarely participates in Soul Fighting competitions due to her withdrawn personality.

It's impossible not to envy this thing that can be used to show off.

However, a support-type Soul Master cannot participate in a one-on-one competition. She is aloof and does not like to team up with others to compete.

Until Fang Ling arrived.

Fang Ling led her in a two-on-two game of strategy.

Ye Lingling's task is very simple.

All you need to do is hide by the arena, heal Fang Ling, and let Fang Ling take on two opponents by himself.

It's not about carrying a heavy burden.

Because Fang Ling would only try to help intercept, and if she couldn't stop them, she would just let them pass.

Ye Lingling will choose to concede defeat and jump off the stage, allowing Fang Ling to fight two opponents at once.

They didn't encounter any particularly difficult opponents and won smoothly most of the time.

After the battle, Ye Lingling, having accumulated enough points, changed her badge.

She held up her silver battle spirit badge, showing it to Fang Ling, then excitedly hugged him tightly, screaming:

"Ah—Fang Ling, you're amazing!"

The loneliness and indifference I felt before had vanished.

The confusion and emptiness in my eyes have been replaced by clarity and liveliness.

Although she was still a bit reserved in front of others, she finally behaved like a normal young girl in front of Fang Ling.

Fang Ling, who was being held in his arms, couldn't be bothered with surprise; it was just another ordinary battle.

After two months of rapid progress in sickle technique, progress has slowed down in the past month.

It seems that the competition is not strong enough and the pressure is not great enough, so progress has been slow.

Fang Ling plans to test his opponent's strength once he reaches the Gold Soul level. Alternatively, he might try fighting someone of a higher level.

Experience the power of a Soul Master.

As long as they don't encounter someone like Yu Tianheng, whose lightning attribute is powerful and counters metal weapons, they are not without a fighting chance.

If it's not a life-or-death battle, with Ye Lingling as our great healer, we can be a bit bolder.

The most critical issue now is that Ye Lingling, in her excessive excitement, is hugging him too tightly!

They were already dressed in thin clothes, and when they hugged tightly, their bodies were pressed close together.

The soft, delicate, and surprisingly tender touch stirred something within him.

Her delicate, smooth neck, with skin as white as snow, almost touched the tip of his nose.

A captivating and alluring fragrance lingered around the nose, making one almost want to take a kiss.

But Fang Ling dared not do such a thing.

Instead, she felt a little awkward, her arms flailing erratically in the air, unsure whether she should hug him back.

"Sister Lingling, I can't breathe..." Fang Ling's expression froze as she tried to break free.

Ye Lingling suddenly realized her lapse in composure and quickly let go.

A blush involuntarily rose to her cheeks.

Her heart was pounding like a deer's, and her movements were slightly flustered.

A shy feeling suddenly welled up in her heart, and a silent atmosphere filled the space between the two of them.

She looked up and found Fang Ling's expression quite stiff. She couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then, feigning composure, teased him:

"You're shy already? You seem mature, composed, and incredibly strong, with a strong will, but you're really just a little brother who's still quite young."

Fang Ling saw a playful smile in her eyes and knew she was deliberately teasing him, so he immediately retorted:

"I don't think you're much better off, Sister Ling. Aren't you a virgin just like me?"

"He's five years older, yet he doesn't even know how to interact with others or manage his stress. I, his younger brother, have to worry about him."

"Why should I need your concern? My relationship is going very well!" Ye Lingling retorted.

Fang Ling gave a soft hum, speaking in a sweet, coquettish tone:

"I don't know who it was, but three months ago, someone was crying alone in the woods. They only stopped after I, someone who had just entered the academy and had only met you once, comforted them."

Ye Lingling's eyes widened slightly, and she said urgently, "It was different before, so it doesn't count."

"Why can't you do it? Aren't you the same person? Only three months have passed, and you're no longer yourself?"

Ye Lingling couldn't answer, so she resorted to shamelessness:

"That doesn't count. If I say it can't be done, then it can't be done."

"The Ye Lingling who is living in the world now is a brand new Ye Lingling."

Fang Ling deliberately said, "They're the same, both are Ye Lingling."

"No!"

"Calculate!"

……

The two chatted casually as they walked, when Ye Lingling suddenly stopped when she saw someone:

"Huh~ Sister Yan Yan?"

Fang Ling followed her gaze and looked over.