Enrollment Examination

"Fang Ling, right?"

The male teacher looked at Fang Ling, who had followed him over, and immediately noticed the prosthetic on his left leg.

A crippled leg, yet he could kill someone above his level?

He was doubtful, but he did not show it.

"That's me," Fang Ling hurriedly replied.

"My name is Lin Tianyang. I'm a teacher at the academy. You can call me Teacher Tianyang," the man introduced himself.

"Teacher Tianyang." Fang Ling immediately changed how he addressed him.

Lin Tianyang nodded slightly and pointed at the information on the pale-gold certificate.

"When you were Level Six, did you really kill a Fallen Spirit Master above your level? You're nine now. What level are you?"

Facing his doubts, Fang Ling took out his Spirit Hall Badge certificate and replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"I killed him. I'm already Twelfth Level."

Lin Tianyang warned, "If you dare deceive me, the consequences will be severe."

Fang Ling was not intimidated. Instead, a trace of Frenzy for battle appeared on his face.

"I wouldn't dare hide it from you, Teacher. My Martial Soul is a sickle, and I like fighting."

"So even though I received a recommendation letter that would have allowed me to enroll directly in Fasinuo Province, I chose to cross the Balak Kingdom and come here from Notting Academy in Fasinuo Province to undergo the Enrollment Examination."

"I hope to receive the best combat instruction!"

Leveling up too quickly was far too conspicuous. It would be easy for others to label him a Fallen Spirit Master.

Then he needed to establish his persona early on—use battle to force himself onward, use death to draw out the potential within his body.

That was perfectly reasonable.

Lin Tianyang lightly punched Fang Ling in the chest and praised him. "Good kid. You've got good judgment."

"Come, let's test your Soul Power."

After a brief wait, the yellow Crystal Ball in Fang Ling's hand emitted a faint, hazy glow.

It was not particularly dazzling, but it was indeed Twelfth Level.

One point checked out, which meant there was a high chance he had not lied about the rest.

Lin Tianyang was quite satisfied. He took the recommendation letter and returned the pale-gold Spirit Hall Certificate to Fang Ling.

Then he beckoned to a student standing nearby.

"You there, take Fang Ling inside for the Enrollment Examination."

"Understood, Teacher."

"Remember to have him show the certificate to Director Ou. If it's acceptable, let him take the examination first."

"Understood, Teacher."

When they saw Fang Ling move from the back of the line to the front and enter the academy before them, a commotion immediately broke out outside.

He got in so easily—what were all of them standing in line for?

Some examinees refused to accept it and angrily pointed at Fang Ling's back. "Teacher, why does he get to cut in line?"

"Exactly! Which noble family is he from? Why does he get to cut in line?"

"We refuse to accept this!"

A flash of anger crossed Lin Tianyang's handsome face as he held back the urge to hit someone.

"If you don't accept it, get lost!"

"Someone else killed a One-Ring Fallen Spirit Master, whose combat strength is generally greater than those of the same level, when he was a Level Six Spirit Scholar. He has Spirit Hall proof too. Can any of you do that? Huh?"

"Anyone who can, step the hell forward! You can cut in line and go straight in too!"

No one dared respond, their eyes filled with shock.

Everyone who had come to register at War King Intermediate Spirit Master Academy was a One-Ring Spirit Master. They all knew how enormous a boost a Soul Ring gave in combat.

Not to mention that the person earlier had been crippled.

A Level Six Spirit Scholar killing a One-Ring Spirit Master?

And a Fallen Spirit Master with formidable combat strength at that.

It was simply unimaginable!

Fang Ling knew nothing about the small disturbance at the academy gates.

Following the student guiding him, he arrived at an arena.

A short, sturdy old man with graying hair was in charge of the examination.

He was really ruthless with his strikes, making Fang Ling grimace.

After waiting for one person to finish the examination, the student immediately brought Fang Ling forward.

"Director Ou, there's a little genius here. He has a Spirit Hall Certificate in his hand. Teacher Tianyang told me to bring him over for you to take a look."

Fang Ling respectfully handed over the certificate at the right moment.

Director Ou, whose hair was graying, took it without much interest and casually glanced at it first.

Then he was drawn in by the pale-gold seal's texture. He read it carefully once, then looked at Fang Ling again in disbelief.

The missing leg was especially conspicuous.

"When did you lose your leg?" he asked.

"Before awakening my Martial Soul, I was once a beggar," Fang Ling replied.

Director Ou nodded slightly and asked in detail.

"How did you defeat a One-Ring Fallen Spirit Master?"

"I used the forest's complicated terrain."

After that simple answer, Fang Ling explained further.

"That Fallen Spirit Master was about the same age as me. He had innately half a level of Soul Power, yet when I met him again, he looked like a young man."

"I was small, moved quickly, liked fighting, and trained every day. Tree branches and vines couldn't block my path."

"He chased me into the forest and had trouble moving around. I realized he lacked experience and wasn't good at fighting, so I used branches to trap his position, then attacked his lower body and killed him."

Director Ou's short white beard twitched as he repeatedly praised him. "Good, good, good!"

"A very good idea. You truly have extraordinary courage. And this is the first time I've heard a crippled person claim he's agile."

"I'm eager to see it for myself."

He pointed to the desk beside the arena, behind which a student was responsible for registration.

"Come. You'll take the Enrollment Examination now. Go register."

"Strictly speaking, since you have a certificate issued by the Spirit Hall Angel Legion Demon Hunt Camp, it already proves your talent for battle. We should admit you directly."

"But who told you to arouse my curiosity?"

"Huh?" Fang Ling was registering beside them and could not help looking up at those words.

Director Ou said, "Fighting me has its benefits. War King Academy cannot avoid battles, and battle cannot avoid injuries."

"I can introduce you to a teacher. Shimu is gentle and beautiful, and she's also a Healing Soul Elder."

"A Healing Soul Elder!" Fang Ling's pupils instantly contracted.

He had already wanted to display his talent, yet he had not expected to gain such a benefit as well.

It did not matter whether Shimu was beautiful. The important thing was that she was gentle—and a Healing Soul Elder.

Since she was gentle, she could not possibly blacklist him like the Healing Spirit Master at Notting Academy had, right?

"Start now?" Fang Ling was eager to try.

Director Ou beckoned to him. "Attack me. I'm a Soul King, so attack without worry."

Without further hesitation, a cold glint flashed as a Sharpness sickle immediately appeared in Fang Ling's hand.

A bright yellow Hundred Year Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet, pulsing lightly up and down.

He lit up his Soul Ring, activated Star Mole Transformation, and his Nerve Reflex speed abruptly increased by thirty percent.

Fang Ling did not wait. He charged straight at Director Ou.

He was a Soul King. As a mere Spirit Master, there was no way I could hurt him.

He would definitely give me room to perform.

Therefore, what I needed was to display my combat techniques and strengths to the fullest.

That was Fang Ling's understanding.

And what were his strengths?

His combat techniques were naturally Scythe Technique Lv1 and Movement Technique Lv1, as well as the coordination between the two.

But those were not the main point. His greatest advantage was, of course, his extremely fast Nerve Reflex speed.

As Fang Ling rushed at Director Ou with the sickle in his right hand, he held the weapon level.

From left to right, he slashed horizontally at Director Ou's neck.

In an instant, the sickle let out a sharp whistle through the air.

Even the air seemed to be cut apart, its trajectory fierce and dangerous.

"Good kid, what heavy Killing Intent!"

Director Ou's eyelid twitched.

Who aimed straight at the neck in an examination?

He reacted quickly, stepping forward and instantly raising his hand, intending to knock Fang Ling's arm aside.

Yet Fang Ling's reaction was even faster. He allowed Director Ou to block his right arm.

He withdrew his Martial Soul, and it appeared in his left hand in an instant.

Borrowing the force of Director Ou's block, he swung his left hand diagonally upward.

Director Ou's eyes widened. "Oh—dangerous! Dangerous!"