The academy had graduation assessments, but the requirement of ten matches at the Great Soul Arena was not demanding. Everyone who could graduate had completed it long ago.
Fang Ling was no exception.
"Throat Cutting Ling" had not visited the Icefront City Great Soul Arena for quite some time.
His legend still circulated there.
After advancing to two rings, he had thought he could once again kill to earn Points.
But everyone recognized him.
The crowd's cheers were overwhelming. Even when the price was raised to ten thousand, he had only cleanly killed one opponent in a betting match before no one was willing to fight him anymore...
The Cursed Blade's power and sudden bursts were simply too terrifying. No one wanted to take a battle that was certain to end in death.
Left with no choice, Fang Ling could only rest and train.
He would deal with it after going to Heaven Dou City.
Besides, he would most likely have to arrange betting matches again. The Silver Soul Fighter Badge did not distinguish between levels.
Including the two Points he had saved up, he already had four—enough to advance by one level.
But having just returned and rising from Level Twenty-Two to Level Twenty-Three would be far too strange, so he planned to wait a little longer.
After another month of resting and training at the academy, during which he familiarized himself with the use of his new scythe, his teacher Lin Tianyang came to find him.
"Your surprise has arrived. Come on, dad's waiting for you in the principal's office."
Fang Ling followed behind him, anticipation filling his heart.
He had once casually mentioned that he wanted to attend Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
That was the most natural place to get close to Dugu Yan.
And if that