Battle

The Great Soul Arena was building anticipation for the two of them, hoping to draw in even more spectators.

Those who could win dozens of matches in a row while still participating in Life and Death Battles were all ruthless figures of the highest caliber.

Even if both combatants were only One-Ring Spirit Masters, they were qualified to fight in the Main Soul Arena.

At the center of the one-on-one stage in the Main Soul Arena.

The neatly dressed host stepped on blood that had yet to dry and passionately introduced the highly anticipated battle to come.

"Tonight's one-on-one Life and Death Battle features two heavyweight guests."

"The first is Fang Ling, a genius freshman who recently enrolled at War King Intermediate Spirit Master Academy!"

"He is nine years old, a man of few words, and fanatical about battle."

"His left leg is crippled, yet it does nothing to hinder his astonishing combat strength."

"His fighting style is unconventional, precise and swift, with exceptional reactions. None of his movements are unnecessary or sluggish, carrying a uniquely cold beauty."

"His Martial Soul is a sickle. He has won thirteen consecutive matches, and in ten life-and-death battles, he killed his opponents with precise throat slashes. The audience fondly calls him 'Throat Cutting Ling'!"

After finishing his warm-up, Fang Ling stood to one side and waited expressionlessly.

He still did not know who his opponent was, but anyone who could win ten consecutive Life and Death Battles would not be easy to deal with. He had already made his preparations.

To kill his opponent, or to run away.

The audience cheered enthusiastically and applauded without pause. Many were shouting that title.

Though "Throat Cutting Ling" was not exactly a pleasant title, it suited him perfectly.

Fang Ling reluctantly accepted it.

Seeing how excited the atmosphere was, the host immediately revealed the identity of the second contestant. "The second is Xu Chi, the youngest son of the City Lord of Icefront City!"

Lin Tianyang, who was waiting in the area reserved for contestants' relatives, immediately changed expression and tightened his grip on his wife's hand.

"It's the City Lord's youngest son, the one rumored to have been born useless. I didn't expect him to win ten Life and Death Battles in a row. This could be troublesome."

"Because of his status? But didn't you say he was useless?" Shu Manyun asked in confusion.

"The City Lord does not care much about this son, but he has some old grievances with Father. He may use this as an excuse to make trouble."

Lin Tianyang looked grave.

"Huh? Then should we stop this match right away?" Shu Manyun asked in alarm.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly shook his head.

"It's fine. Father is stronger."

"Besides, the Great Soul Arena has its rules. The City Lord would not dare offend the Great Soul Arena, so there is no need to worry too much."

"More importantly, there are too many spectators. At this point, it would be impossible to stop the match. Toying with so many people would cause trouble."

"Let's see what Fang Ling does."

Upon hearing his opponent's identity, Fang Ling, who had been waiting, could not help frowning as well.

He has backing. Hopefully, Teacher's backing is even greater.

"Xu Chi's Martial Soul is the same as the City Lord's: the Black Gold Sword. He has won ten consecutive matches."

"His fighting style resembles Fang Ling's. He is likewise extremely precise, using the fewest possible movements for the most efficient kills."

"Because he excels at thrusting his sword into his enemies' hearts, the audience has given him the elegant title 'Heart Piercing Chi'!"

"Now then, please welcome both contestants to the stage."

Those who had just cheered Fang Ling's title now cheered for this one as well.

They had no particular preference. They simply enjoyed immersing themselves in the battles.

"Heart Piercing Chi!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amid the audience's cheers, the two leaped onto the stage.

Fang Ling stared at his opponent.

He had a head full of glossy black curls and a faint smile on his face.

He was not particularly handsome, but his chubby round face gave off a strangely approachable air.

Of course, that had no effect on Fang Ling.

He still had to strike when it was time to strike. That was the lesson he had learned from Tang San being seduced into defeat by Xiao Wu.

Never mind that his opponent was a man. Even if a heavenly beauty stood before him, if she blocked his path, he could still kill her!

"I heard the host say that you are the City Lord's youngest son?"

A trace of wariness appeared in Fang Ling's eyes as he spoke at the start of a match for once.

"That's right. I am the City Lord's youngest son."

Xu Chi nodded, then said, "But you needn't worry. Just fight with everything you have. I have four older brothers, and all of them are more talented than I am."

"I have been weak since childhood. I only reached level sixteen this year at the age of twelve. My talent is terrible, and I am not valued."

The doubts in Fang Ling's heart had yet to fade.

"What if I kill you and your father comes to the academy to seek revenge?"

Xu Chi's eyes gradually burned with fervor. "He allowed me to participate in Life and Death Battles, and he promised not to trouble whoever kills me. Just swing your blade without hesitation."

"If I die, it will only mean that I was not strong enough. I cannot blame anyone else."

"And can you be certain that you can kill me? Having more consecutive wins does not necessarily mean you are stronger."

Fang Ling understood. He said no more and silently summoned his Martial Soul.

The sickle that had evolved once had not changed in appearance, but it felt even better in his hand.

Its silver-white metal Scythe Blade seemed to be waiting for its next departed soul.

As Fang Ling's sickle appeared, Xu Chi revealed his Martial Soul as well.

The Black Gold Sword was black as ink from end to end, faintly decorated with azure patterns that gave it a deep and mysterious feeling.

Like Fang Ling, Xu Chi had only one Yellow Spirit Ring pulsing around him.

A hundred-year Spirit Ring was what the City Lord's son ought to have.

Not a White Spirit Ring like Xiao Chenyu from Notting Academy.

The two began to face off, analyzing each other's weaknesses.

A moment later, they charged forward at the same time.

Clang—! The reinforced back of the sickle collided with the Black Gold Sword, producing the sound of metal striking metal.

"Your Martial Soul does not seem strong enough." Xu Chi suddenly smiled as he looked at the faint mark on the back of Fang Ling's sickle.

The Black Gold Sword was a mid-to-high-grade Martial Soul, and its defining trait was its hardness.

Though Xu Chi lacked talent, he had undeniably inherited this powerful Martial Soul.

Although Fang Ling's sickle had risen to Lv2, it still lingered within the category of low-grade Martial Souls. It was only natural for it to be marked.

Feeling the slight stabbing pain caused by the injury to his Martial Soul, Fang Ling immediately made his judgment.

I can fight him!

If his opponent's Martial Soul had been too strong and had hacked a huge gash into the sickle's thick back in a single strike, then he would have had no chance of winning.

Against someone like that, he could only run as quickly as possible.

Pain that reached directly into the spiritual sea was not something ordinary endurance could withstand. There was an enormous chance of dying.

Fang Ling withdrew his Martial Soul, planted his foot, and leaned backward.

The two had been locked in a standoff. Caught off guard, the Black Gold Sword lost its resistance and swept past his body.

Then Fang Ling gripped his sickle tightly and exerted force with all his might, relying on his incredibly fast Nerve Reflex to deliver a fierce vertical slash.

Carrying the force of Thunderous Might, the blade came down with a whoosh.

Faced with Fang Ling's ferocious attack, Xu Chi relied on his abundant Combat Experience to react instantly as well.

The sword swiftly returned, flowing as smoothly as water.

Yet its block was as steady as a boulder.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two began exchanging blows at high speed as though they were hammering iron.

After fighting for a while, Xu Chi seemed to fall into a disadvantage.

He took a step back, paying the price of a bloody gash across his chest to evade another sharp slash from Fang Ling.

He kept retreating in quick steps, seemingly intending to recover briefly.

But in the very next moment, his gaze turned savage.

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