This Disciple Is Mine (Seeking Readership on Tuesday!)

The matter was settled.

The group all went to the principal's office.

Fang Ling was still lying on the stretcher and had not gotten up.

Several teachers had already gone back. They had gotten into a fight with people from the City Lord's Mansion today—what fun.

They had all left with smiles on their faces.

After fiddling with the snow-white ring in his hand for a moment, the principal tossed it to Fang Ling.

"Here, Fang Ling. The ring you swindled out of them."

"Thank you, Shigong!" Fang Ling sprang up in delight and caught it in one grab.

Blood was still dripping from his body, and the freshly split wounds made everyone grimace.

What a ruthless guy!

The fourth purple Soul Ring on his body flashed. Seeing the wounds he had just treated split open again, the head of the Treatment Room flashed with anger and promptly pressed him back down.

"What are you moving around for? Don't you want to recover?"

"Okay, okay, sorry." Fang Ling hurriedly apologized, though his hand still clenched the ring tightly.

"You shouldn't apologize to me. You should apologize to your own body. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Even if they're only superficial wounds, you still need to treat them properly."

The head of the Treatment Room shook his head helplessly.

"Fang Ling, does it hurt?" Shimu pursed her lips as she helped treat some of the smaller wounds at the side.

"It's fine. My unyielding will shall not bow to pain." Smiling, Fang Ling put the Frost Snow Ring on the index finger of his right hand.

The lustrous snow-white ring immediately fit snugly against his finger. It was neither tight nor loose, just right.

A constant cool sensation also spread from it.

No wonder it was an excellent Storage Soul Tool that had cost two hundred and fifty thousand. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

"Fang Ling, what level are you?" The principal stared at Fang Ling for a while before suddenly speaking.

"Fifteenth Level."

"Have you tested it?"

"My teacher tested it with a Crystal Ball."

Words alone were no proof. Without testing it with a Crystal Ball, who would believe such an outrageous rate of advancement?

"One and a half months, three levels. One level every fifteen days. Forcing out your potential through Life and Death Battles..."

This rate of advancement, along with this so-called forcing out of potential, struck Principal Lin Yuehua as extremely strange.

Something was off.

He stepped closer and pressed a finger against an uninjured patch of Fang Ling's skin.

Soul Power circulated through his body once.

"Solid Soul Power. No lingering bloodlust, no resentment-tainted Soul Power. Did you really force out your potential through those so-called Life and Death Battles?"

His face was full of astonishment. Even with the facts before him, he still found it unbelievable.

He had found nothing unusual. Fang Ling was not a Fallen Spirit Master, but that only made it stranger.

Could he truly be some kind of special genius?

Had the academy struck gold this time?

"They say your Reflection is very fast. Come on, try slashing at me."

"Principal! At least wait until his injuries have healed!" The head of the Treatment Room's brow twitched violently as anger surged within him.

They were all battle maniacs who had no respect for the wounded!

"Huh? Oh, right, haha." The principal gave an awkward laugh. "Then we'll wait until he's recovered."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After drinking three more pots of expensive Medicinal Soup, Fang Ling finally recovered completely, including the injuries he had suffered before.

Now, he could jump around and walk again.

"Kid Fang, how's your body? Fully recovered? If you are, come exchange a few moves with this old man. I won't use Spirit Skills, but you can use that thing of yours that boosts Nerve Reflex."

The well-proportioned principal, with a tuft of white hair at the front of his head, invited him to fight.

Just how talented could a combat genius be?

If he truly was a genius... heh!

Fang Ling leaped high into the air. "Of course! I've been looking forward to this. Just watch, Shigong."

His teacher and Shimu were both watching from the side.

His Scythe Technique also felt close to advancing. After so long without training, his body was practically rusting.

He wanted to see just how strong the principal was, to defeat three Soul Emperors in a one-against-three fight.

The sickle appeared in his hand in an instant. Its Scythe Blade was still silver-white, reflecting a dazzling gleam beneath the sunlight.

The faint damage it had suffered in the fight against Xu Chi had already been completely repaired.

Fang Ling gripped the sickle tightly, bent slightly at the waist, and his eyes instantly turned cold. Soul Power rapidly circulated through his body as he entered a combat state at once.

An intangible Killing Intent flowed from those sharp eyes.

It made the principal across from him nod inwardly.

No wonder he had won more than ten consecutive Life and Death Battles at the Great Soul Arena.

He had actually cultivated such Killing Intent and could enter a combat state instantly.

His talent was obvious from this alone.

A combat genius indeed, worthy of the name.

Yellow light flickered faintly as Fang Ling activated his Soul Ring at great speed.

Clang—!

His legs danced as he rapidly closed the distance and slashed at the principal.

This was the move Fang Ling had practiced the longest and knew best.

The principal held an ordinary Battle Blade and raised it one-handed with a clang, blocking Fang Ling's attack.

Taking advantage of the opening, his free palm swiftly struck toward Fang Ling's chest.

Fang Ling reacted quickly. The moment he saw the principal move, he immediately jumped back and dodged.

At the same time, he nimbly sprang away again, evading the principal's following downward slash.

"Oh? You really are fast." The principal gave a soft exclamation, surprise flashing through his eyes.

He had not held back much.

That palm strike was not very powerful. It would not seriously harm Fang Ling, whose injuries had only just healed.

But it was still enough to make Fang Ling lose his combat ability in one blow.

His Nerve Reflex being fast was no joke—he had actually dodged it.

And then he had dodged the following slash as well.

His talent was quite good.

"Again!"

The principal suddenly grew interested and took the initiative this time.

As a Soul Emperor, his speed was naturally extremely fast. With just one step, he caught up to Fang Ling, who had retreated twice.

Whoosh!

The Battle Blade chopped straight down at Fang Ling's head.

Fang Ling tilted his body to the side and kept moving.

Attacks that were too straightforward were easy to dodge.

Besides, the principal was a Soul Emperor, with six Soul Rings strengthening his body. Fang Ling, with only one Soul Ring, could not match him in strength.

He could not take this downward slash head-on.

He definitely would not be able to block it.

"Never use your weakness to clash against your enemy's strength."

Those were his teacher's words, and Fang Ling had always kept them firmly in mind.

The principal's attack rhythm was fast. With another whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, he rapidly swung three consecutive slashes.

Fang Ling could only dodge three times in quick succession before finally finding an opportunity to counterattack.

There was a problem with his counterattack—it was a trap set by the principal.

The principal raised his hand, intending to slap the sickle away, but the sensation of striking nothing made him freeze.

Because Fang Ling's pupils constricted sharply, and in that split second, he recalled his Martial Soul.

He had missed!

Though it had only been by a little, and often, a little was all it took.

"You managed to save it even then?"

The principal could tell that Fang Ling lacked Combat Experience. He had clearly fallen for the trap just now.

Yet he had relied entirely on his extreme Reflection to forcibly keep the situation from collapsing.

The principal was shocked.

Fang Ling summoned the sickle again and slashed it across the principal's arm.

Protected by Soul Power covering his body, the principal was not injured, but the light in his eyes deepened.

He immediately shouted in praise, "What a combat genius! This disciple is mine!"

Lin Tianyang, who had been waiting at the side for his father's admiration and praise, spat out a mouthful of water. "Dad!"

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