Kid, You're Really Ruthless!

He talked about danger, but his actions were anything but slow.

With an extremely flexible tilt of his body, Fang Ling caused him to strike empty air.

But he did not give up his attack.

Twisting his body, he followed through with a soccer kick from his left leg, aiming for Director Ou's knee joint.

It was an exceptionally vicious move.

It carried tremendous force and formidable power.

If it landed, a single kick would be enough to seriously injure an ordinary person—or even a One-Ring Spirit Master.

Naturally, it was useless against a Soul King.

Since he would not be injured and would only fight more fiercely because of it, Fang Ling held nothing back.

As he attacked the lower body, his upper body did not rest either. His left-hand scythe missed, then traced a defensive arc.

"Ah, kid, you really don't hold back!"

Director Ou sighed, retracting his right leg to evade the move before launching a lightning-fast front kick.

That swift and ferocious kick landed directly on Fang Ling's stomach.

Though it was powerful, most of its force was meant to send him flying.

This time, he failed to react in time.

Or rather, even if he had seen it coming, it would have been useless.

Nerve Reflex was not everything. Even though his combat reactions were extremely quick, the two of them were simply too far apart in terms of Combat Experience and basic physical ability.

Instinctive, lightning-fast movements were not so easily blocked.

Fang Ling's hairs stood on end as he desperately tried to resist, but he was still kicked straight into the air.

All he could do was twist his body and adjust his posture.

He then landed facing Director Ou.

The movement was smooth and elegant, carrying something of the grace of a dance.

Movement Technique Lv1 allowed him to barely manage such a feat.

After that brief direct exchange, Fang Ling understood his own shortcomings even more clearly.

He hungrily absorbed this precious Combat Experience.

His gaze focused as he prepared to attack again.

"That's enough. We'll stop here."

Seeing the growing heat in Fang Ling's eyes and that he still wanted to continue, Director Ou hurriedly raised a hand to stop him.

"That's it?" Fang Ling asked doubtfully.

"What else?" Director Ou retorted.

"I saw you fighting them earlier. Didn't you beat every one of them into a miserable state?"

Fang Ling hesitated slightly and casually pointed at the surrounding students who had already passed the assessment, their eyes filled with fear.

They could not help being afraid.

He was too vicious. A true monster had arrived!

Every move had been aimed at taking lives. They truly did not dare provoke him.

"How are you the same as them?"

Director Ou shot them a disdainful glance.

"I only need to give them a shove and they fall over. They can't even stay standing. They're all pigs!"

"But you have extraordinary combat talent. Even after I kicked you flying, you were able to recover your fighting stance."

"You also wield your Scythe Martial Soul very well. You aren't limited to relying on your Martial Soul either. Your coordination with your body is excellent—you don't focus on one thing while neglecting the other."

"Director Ou, don't make everyone hate me. I'm scared," Fang Ling quickly stopped him.

"Scared my ass. Let them fight you—who would dare?" Director Ou pointed at them.

"That Red Wolf kid, how about you give it a try?"

The young Spirit Master with the Red Wolf Martial Soul shuddered. "No, no."

That kind of fighting style could get someone killed.

If his throat got slit, he would die immediately. Even a Healing Spirit Master would be useless.

"What about the one with the spear? They say an inch longer means an inch stronger. How about you try?"

"Haha." The child whose Martial Soul was a spear laughed awkwardly, then lowered his head.

In an instant, he had unleashed three deadly attacks while still paying attention to defense, flexible movement, and using his opponent's strength against him.

And after being kicked flying, he could still adjust his posture and land steadily, rather than tumbling like a barrel off the platform.

That was terrifying. Could a human even react that fast?

Even having a longer weapon was useless.

If you couldn't keep up with an opponent's lightning-fast attacks, you'd be killed outright.

"Hmph."

Director Ou snorted coldly, then turned to Fang Ling with a smile.

"You're one of the rare geniuses who excels at combat. Your style is a little messy, but you're undeniably promising."

"Sit here for a while and take a look at what kind of talents your future classmates are."

"When your teacher gets here, have him show you around the academy. From now on, he'll correct your fighting methods and teach you deeper aspects of combat."

Fang Ling was a little confused. Had Director Ou sent someone to notify him?

Why hadn't he seen anyone?

"My teacher is?"

Director Ou beckoned to the next person taking the assessment as he replied to Fang Ling.

"His name is Lin Tianyang—the male teacher by the entrance. He's a highly talented Soul Ancestor. That gentle, virtuous, beautiful woman beside him is your Shimu, a Healing Soul Elder."

"This is the only way into the academy. They'll come over once they're done."

Fang Ling nodded in understanding and sat beside the table to watch.

He truly felt rather expectant.

A highly talented Soul Ancestor—he had to be very strong, right?

There would definitely be plenty to learn from him.

And he even had a gentle Shimu who was a Healing Soul Elder. What a dreamlike start!

As time passed, observing the matches gave him a rough understanding of the level of ordinary One-Ring Spirit Masters.

Those who came to War King Academy were all children who could endure hardship and weren't afraid of getting beaten.

They fell into two categories: those with a foundation in combat and those without one.

There was naturally no need to say anything about the latter.

Even among the former, none had been able to beat him.

Their fighting was riddled with mistakes, their footing unsteady, and their attacks ineffective.

Not one of speed, precision, or ruthlessness met the mark.

The Spirit Masters with the Red Wolf martial spirit and the spear martial spirit, whom Director Ou had specifically pointed out, were probably the strongest two.

Scythe Technique Lv1 and Body Technique, combined with Nerve Reflexes enhanced by sixty percent, along with Fang Ling's unconventional combat thinking, had produced a unique chemical reaction.

He finally realized what level he was at.

He had always compared himself to Tang San and Xiao Wu, forgetting that both of them were freaks.

Great geniuses with Innate Full Soul Power, capable of dominating those at the same level and fighting opponents above their rank.

Whether in combat skill or the normal speed of soul power cultivation, of course he couldn't compare to them.

But what other young Spirit Masters could possibly be as formidable as those two?

Fang Ling was more than enough to stand above his... peers.

He still didn't dare say those at the same rank, because One-Ring Spirit Masters were the most common in the world.

There were surely people among them who could no longer advance and had fought in the Great Soul Arena for years.

Some of them might have extensive Combat Experience and be very strong.

So even though he wanted to begin slaughtering immediately to earn Points, he couldn't rush it. Rushing would only lead to problems.

Learn first. Build himself up first. Become stronger first.

He would watch a while longer, take part in some sparring matches, and assess the combat level of the people here.

Only after making every preparation would the gamble with his life truly begin!

People came and went, and new One-Ring Spirit Masters kept arriving.

Then, during the arena assessments, they were repeatedly beaten into helplessness by Director Ou's deliberately restrained, simple attacks.

The crowd gradually thinned out. As Fang Ling saw fewer people waiting for their assessments, he suddenly realized something.

"Is Teacher coming over?"

He immediately sat up straight, waiting eagerly in his seat.

Before long, the valiant man and gentle woman he had seen at the entrance earlier walked toward the arena hand in hand, sweetly entwined.

"Teacher! Shimu!"

Fang Ling hurried over.

His overly familiar form of address caught both of them off guard.

"Huh?"

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