Further Advances in Scythe Technique and Body Technique (Seeking Readership on Tuesday!)

Lin Tianyang said anxiously, "Dad! He's my disciple!"

"You're still my son, aren't you? He's just a disciple." The principal curled his lip disdainfully.

"Would giving him to me cost you a piece of flesh? Just go find another one."

Lin Tianyang panted heavily. "Then go find me a genius with reflexes this fast, someone who can rise three levels in a month and a half!"

"I painstakingly taught Fang Ling for months, Dad. Isn't it a little unfair for you to come in and pick the fruit?"

The principal sneered. "Look at what you've taught him. Misleading a student with your half-baked skills."

"He could already slash me once. How am I misleading a student?"

"Setting aside Endurance and strength, which require long-term training, you're not training the Body Flexibility that can greatly improve combat mobility and evasion range?"

"I was correcting the flaws in his attacks first. That was supposed to come later..."

The two began arguing. Fang Ling quietly slipped over to Shimu, who was staring blankly, and tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"Shimu."

She pinched Fang Ling's little cheek. "The father and son argue often. It may look serious, but nothing should happen, probably?"

"Probably..."

Fang Ling watched as the two summoned their Martial Souls and fought with all their strength.

In the end, Teacher Lin Tianyang, bruised and battered and unsurprisingly defeated, helplessly reached an agreement with his father.

Fang Ling would still be Lin Tianyang's disciple, but the principal would be primarily responsible for his future training.

Lin Tianyang would train alongside him and cultivate diligently as well.

Supposedly, it was to properly correct the lazy, slack attitude he had developed over the years.

When he participated in the Soul Master Competition four years ago, he had been twenty-four and already at level thirty-nine.

Yet he had only reached level forty-six at twenty-eight, gaining seven levels in four years.

That was barely over one level per year, not even two.

Fang Ling had gained three levels in just a month and a half.

The difficulty of cultivation differed, but no matter what, he was only a Soul Ancestor.

It wasn't as though he had passed level sixty, where cultivation speed would drop drastically.

He had indulged too much in tender comforts!

Though the principal dearly wanted to hold a grandson, strength ruled the world of Soul Masters. If he wanted to protect his family, he had to train properly.

The principal rattled off a long speech to Lin Tianyang, but that was roughly what he meant.

Besides, Fang Ling needed him as a sparring partner.

Otherwise, was this Old Bone supposed to keep fighting Fang Ling to make up for his lacking Combat Experience?

Time flew by, and two months slipped away in an instant.

With Lin Tianyang fully cooperating and Shu Manyun always standing by to treat injuries sustained during battle,

one of Fang Ling's weaknesses, Combat Experience, rose at an astonishing pace.

His Scythe Technique had not broken through during his earlier clash with Principal Lin Yuehua.

However, during these two months, as he fought Teacher Lin Tianyang to his heart's content, it finally underwent a significant transformation.

Scythe Technique Lv2→Lv3 (Skill Specialty: Deeper training has made you more proficient in every technique involving the Sickle. Although your combat techniques are still only at the beginner level, your overall combat strength has already surpassed that of most people.)

Scythe Technique Lv3 was not especially powerful. Fang Ling's proficiency with the various techniques was still rated by the Stats Panel as merely beginner-level.

However, with the boost from his innate combat talent and his Nerve Reflexes, it was at least enough to function like Lv4.

And as for Lv4, he had a feeling that it would be a new threshold.

With his Scythe Technique advancing, his Body Technique naturally did not remain stagnant.

Under Shigong's guidance and through grueling specialized training in Body Flexibility, his Body Technique also broke through.

Body Technique Lv2→Lv3 (Skill Specialty: Increased Body Flexibility allows you to perform more evasive movements, and your attacks can flow more smoothly. This is the limit of your current Body Technique. The loss of the lower part of your Left Calf prevents your Body Technique from advancing any further.)

A lame leg limited his Body Technique. There was nothing he could do about that.

Even if it was made from better, more advanced materials, it was still only an ordinary prosthetic, not some high-end cybernetic limb.

Fang Ling was not surprised. He had long been prepared.

The maps he had borrowed from Spirit Hall in Notting City before coming here had not been borrowed for nothing.

After realizing he was in Douluo Continent, he did not remember much else, but because of his lame leg, he remembered the location of the Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, which could grant Limb Regeneration, with particular clarity—

It was within a stretch of Mountains near Holy Soul Village.

The outer mountain walls were extremely steep, with cliffs almost perpendicular to the ground at ninety degrees.

At the pool, there was also a waterfall twenty meters wide and two hundred meters high above it.

The maps Spirit Hall had allowed him to see were not especially detailed, but rivers and the directions of mountain ranges were all marked.

Such a massive waterfall was naturally marked as well.

It was not exactly close, but it could not be too far away either.

A waterfall twenty meters wide and two hundred meters high carried an enormous volume of water. To meet those conditions, it could only come from a major river.

So he had initially followed the river's flow to search for it, but found nothing.

That meant the waterfall originated from a large underground river, and tracing it upstream was not feasible.

Fang Ling began working backward.

The waterfall flowed into the pool, but the pool did not overflow. Where had the water gone?

It could only have entered an underground river!

And there happened to be a river flowing out from an underground river that emerged from an endless range of steep Mountains.

Combining all those conditions, he easily pinpointed on the map the location within those Mountains that had both a large waterfall and a pool.

Unfortunately, he could not go claim it yet.

Setting aside how he would climb the mountain and enter the cave behind the middle section of the waterfall,

while Tang San remained in Notting City, Tang Hao would most likely linger around only those two places.

If he ran into him, he would undoubtedly die.

Tang Hao's old injuries had not healed, but smashing him into a meat patty with one hammer would still be effortless.

Fang Ling did not believe he had the ability to evade the senses of a Titled Douluo.

What should he do?

Wait.

Four years later, when Tang San went to Suotuo City and entered Shrek Academy, Tang Hao would definitely follow him.

He had watched the daytime assessment, then beaten Zhao Wuji up that night.

The two places were too far apart. Even a Titled Douluo could not make a round trip during the day, so that would be the best time to obtain the Soul Bone.

For now, he would keep using the prosthetic.

He only needed to stay hidden, develop slowly, and wait for the right opportunity to arrive.

Fang Ling was resilient. He did not rely on luck and had patience to spare.

And aside from the advancement of his two specialties, the growth of his strength and Endurance was also encouraging.

The principal's training focused more on fundamentals.

After some thought, Fang Ling still told them the astonishing truth: he could eat a lot, absorb energy quickly, and one meal was worth three.

All three of them were shocked beyond words.

Efficient energy intake meant stronger physical growth and the ability to acquire Soul Rings with greater year limits.

Only strong hardware could perfectly unleash the corresponding Scythe Technique moves.

Rather than like now, where he could only attack and counterattack by dodging around.

Likewise, stronger hardware would allow for more efficient killing and leveling.

At the demands of both the principal and his teacher, he now ate five meals every day.

With Shimu, a Healing Soul Elder, always on standby, and his body overflowing with energy, the principal and his teacher trained him even more ruthlessly, practically treating him as less than human.

In just two short months, his physical strength and Endurance had grown substantially.

Fang Ling could grip the Sickle with both hands and barely block an ordinary one-handed downward slash from Lin Tianyang.

The Flowing Wind Blade did not specialize in strength, but Lin Tianyang was a Soul Ancestor with the enhancement of four Soul Rings.

Moreover, a downward slash from high to low was the most powerful kind of strike.

Even an ordinary slash could kill a normal person.

The fact that Fang Ling could receive it was enough to show his astonishing growth.

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