Douluo Continent: My Path to Godhood Through Stat Allocation

Chapter 9 Chickens Fighting Each Other

Moreover, he is no longer a beggar. Because of the panel, he will be walking a path of carnage, with corpses strewn everywhere and rivers of blood flowing.

Confidence should be cultivated starting now!

If you don't even dare to experience a small failure, how will you face bigger challenges in the future?

"You may be physically weak, but you're quite courageous, stronger than them. You can put your clothes away now."

While Fang Ling was searching for a suitable bed, Wang Sheng pointed to his own bed.

"You didn't bring any bedding, so you can put it on my bed first. It'll be cleaner since there's no dust there."

"Okay." Fang Ling felt a warmth in her heart and replied with a smile.

Wang Sheng speaks with barbs and sarcasm, deliberately picking on people's sore spots and giving them nicknames as soon as he opens his mouth. He acts superior, but he doesn't seem to be a bad person at heart.

Considering that he had always stood up for the work-study students, taken the beatings, and shouldered the responsibilities, it's normal for him to want the corresponding rights.

However, being willing to build good relations with them is one thing, while revealing one's strength to avoid being bullied in the future is another.

Researching the panel is the top priority; Fang Ling has her own things to do and her own path to follow.

We must never let ourselves be bound by it!

He placed the clothes on the bed that Wang Sheng pointed to, and then raised the sickle again.

The bright silver blade looked as if it had just been sharpened.

Wang Sheng saw the light and his expression turned solemn.

Then, with the help of their classmates, they set up their equipment in the open space created by pushing aside the surrounding beds.

This fight is different from any other.

Although his opponent was a cripple and not very strong, he was armed with a sharp weapon.

The sickle is not a weapon-type martial soul suitable for combat, and the sickle in Fang Ling's hand is just an ordinary farming tool.

But judging from its gleaming, sharp appearance, even a slight cut would definitely cause bleeding and leave a gash on the body.

Even though the academy's healing-type Soul Masters can heal it, it still hurts.

His soul power is as high as level eight, and his martial soul is the War Tiger, the king of beasts, making him the strongest among the work-study students.

However, since he is not a Soul Master, how could he possibly catch a blade with his bare hands?

Therefore, we must be extremely cautious.

"Wang Sheng, Martial Soul: War Tiger, Level 8 Soul Power."

"Fang Ling, Martial Soul: Scythe, Level 1 Soul Power."

Since it was just a friendly spar, both sides reported their cultivation levels as usual, and Fang Ling did not put his left hand into the lime bag.

Against a Soul Master protected by Soul Power, this little trick is of no use at all.

Upon hearing the cultivation level he reported, Wang Sheng felt reassured.

At the Soul Master stage, the difference in Soul Power level has an absolute impact on strength.

He's at level eight, while Fang Ling is only at level one and is missing half of his left calf. By any measure, he has a much better chance of winning.

Because they had the advantage, and to ensure Fang Ling had no psychological burden, and also to prevent him from dying inexplicably in a friendly sparring match.

Wang Sheng took a deep breath and then reminded him, "There are healing soul masters in the academy. Just don't aim for my neck or vital points, and my injuries will heal quickly."

After saying that, she took the lead and moved closer to Fang Ling.

He is only level eight, has no spirit rings, and no ranged attack spirit skills; melee combat is his only means of attack.

They approached slowly, their eyes fixed on the sickle in Fang Ling's hand as they moved.

Wang Sheng is already eleven years old and has been in the academy for five years.

His fighting skills weren't bad, but they weren't particularly good either.

Although he often stands up for others, he is always the one who gets beaten up, and the bruises on his face have not yet faded.

However, his long history of being beaten has allowed him to learn some things.

There is a set of methods for dealing with weapon-type spirit masters, the most crucial of which is to never let the weapon out of sight.

We are currently looking for opportunities.

Wang Sheng moved slowly and hesitated in battle, which Fang Ling did not want to wait for.

He will definitely take the initiative.

"Don't delay, let's finish this quickly!"

With a cold snort, the wooden prosthetic leg, now stripped of its cotton padding, slammed forcefully onto the stone floor.

It made a muffled "thump" sound.

With the sickle slightly tilted, Fang Ling gripped the wooden handle tightly and, using the momentum of his forward thrust, swiftly swung his arm upwards at an angle. The sharp blade sliced ​​directly towards Wang Sheng's abdomen.

Wang Sheng, on the other hand, focused intently on his movements.

He wanted to use his longer reach and faster speed to strike the side of the knife and knock it away with a single slap.

Fang Ling used his right hand, while he used his left hand. The direction of his strike was from the outside to the inside, and it was a downward pressing motion.

If he hits the target, Wang Sheng is certain that with his strong physique, he will win.

To be on the safe side and avoid being cut by the scythe, he let out a low roar and activated his martial spirit.

A faint yellow light immediately emanated from his body, and his speed and power suddenly increased significantly.

This is the power of Zhanhu!

So you've already used your martial soul?

Fang Ling's heart sank slightly. He had originally thought that Wang Sheng would be arrogant because of his limp and short stature.

I didn't expect them to use their Martial Soul from the very beginning.

It's a bit tough.

Fang Ling immediately stepped in to adjust the orientation.

We must prevent Wang Sheng from striking the side of the sickle.

Otherwise, if the force is too great, the body will be affected, and then we're destined to lose.

He gritted his teeth and did his best.

But the physical advantage of being five years older and the enhancement of the powerful beast spirit to the body are not to be underestimated. How could such a temporary reaction be timely?

Just as Wang Sheng was about to hit him, a quick idea suddenly came to Fang Ling's mind.

With a flicker of light, the scythe-wielding spirit vanished instantly.

Wang Sheng missed.

The force of the strike is not great, but missing the target still has a significant impact.

With incredible speed, it instantly passed Fang Ling's arm, leaving him feeling powerless.

Even his body was tilted slightly by this force.

Wang Sheng's eyes widened instantly, and he thought to himself, "This is bad."

Damn it, this is bad!

How could you forget again that weapon spirits can disappear!

Fang Ling was still charging forward when, after Wang Sheng's arm passed by, he pushed off with his left foot, slightly turned his body, and his scythe martial spirit appeared in his left hand at the right moment.

This time, grip it in reverse and use maximum force.

However, instead of using the blade, the back of the knife was used.

Even with soul power protecting them, how strong are the talents of a soul warrior?

One cut and it'll definitely draw blood!

If an attack fails to win, it will only enrage Wang Sheng, causing him to unleash even greater power.

This is not in line with Fang Ling's purpose.

He only needed to make Wang Sheng and the other trainees understand that he was not someone to be trifled with.

They fought to disobey Wang Sheng, not to offend anyone.

The next instant, the back of the blade struck Wang Sheng in the stomach.

Fang Ling was small in stature, and his sickle was not heavy, but his forward thrust was quite strong.

He can carve a prosthetic limb out of broken wood himself; the only thing worth mentioning is his arm strength.

When a piece of iron struck his most vulnerable area, his abdomen, with force, Wang Sheng couldn't help but cry out in pain.

My stomach churned, and I staggered a few steps before I could regain my balance.

But I did feel a sense of relief.

Wang Sheng asked in surprise, "Little cripple, no, Fang Ling, what's this?"

It's strange that they didn't press their advantage.

Having spent five years at the Soul Master Academy, how could he not see that the other side was holding back?

Fang Ling smiled and explained, "I only have level one soul power, I can't beat you."

(End of this chapter)