Chapter 17 Attacked, Counterattack

The successful acquisition of physical skills made up for his last shortcoming in combat.

If you don't have enough resources, don't even think about things like body training.

As long as you dodge quickly, others can't hit you.

Now, as long as he can integrate and coordinate his sickle techniques and body techniques so that he can attack while moving, he will have a certain basic combat capability.

It's barely enough to protect yourself.

There is no need to set up many traps like before to kill the old beggar.

When this thought came to his mind, Fang Ling was stunned and quickly slapped himself.

There was a crisp "pop" sound.

He was ashamed of his thought.

Still not cautious enough!

Of course it is better to use traps if you can.

First cripple, then harvest.

If he could get out of the trap, Fang Ling could fight this man openly.

To prepare for hard work with ease, and to defeat injury with health, this is his light.

After re-examining his inner thoughts, Fang Ling's thinking returned to the right track.

It's time to take a shower now. I still have to practice later and can't delay.

Even a mosquito leg is still flesh, not to mention the meditation practice that can increase soul power?

When coming in, one foot was shallow and the other was deep, and when leaving, he stepped on tree roots and rocks and jumped out easily.

It's not smooth yet, but there's hope for the future!

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January has passed

Fang Ling has coordinated his sickle technique and body movement very well, and his fighting skills have also become quite good.

If I fight Tang San now, then...

Forget it.

If he fights with Wang Sheng, he is confident that this guy with strong resistance to blows will not be able to touch him at all.

Then he fell to the ground covered in blood and wounds.

It was early summer and the sun was at its highest point in the sky.

He walked in the shade of the trees, carrying his water bottle and heading towards the slaughterhouse at a brisk pace.

Halfway through the journey, I suddenly saw a person lying on the ground.

It was a young man, his skin was pale and he looked weak,

as if he had fainted. He lay there with his eyes closed, sleeping quietly.

The deep eye sockets and dark circles give people a vaguely familiar feeling.

familiar?

Fang Ling frowned and became alert.

Given that he mostly went between the academy slaughterhouse and the orphan's behavior of occasionally going to the fat man in the butcher's shop to play, he was sure that he had never seen this man.

And there was a person lying on the side of the road who looked like a drug addict, which seemed a little strange.

Fang Ling didn't plan to go and see.

Only by not being curious and not meddling in other people's affairs can you live long in Douluo Continent.

He adjusted his direction slightly and prepared to change the route.

The pale-faced young man raised one hand slightly, and gently hooked his fingertips, saying weakly: "Young man, please help me."

"Who are you?" This is the question a normal person would ask.

But Fang Ling is not normal, he is extremely cautious.

A strong sense of disharmony came from the young man in front of me, and a warning sign suddenly arose in my heart.

Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately retreated slowly.

"Hey! Young man, don't leave." The pale-faced young man was anxious, and Eli began to tempt him, "Please help me and carry me to the city, and I will give you a gold soul coin."

He took out a golden round coin from his bag.

As if to prove that he was not lying.

A gold soul coin!

Is it as simple as helping him back to the city?

There must be something fishy going on when his values ​​and behaviors don't match!

Fang Ling's actions were beyond his expectations. Hearing about such an advantage, he actually sped up and retreated.

Sure enough, he stepped back and the situation changed in an instant.

The pale-faced man struggled to get up with his face twitching: "Today I am unlucky to meet such a vigilant lame kid." "Are there still poor ghosts who don't like gold soul coins?"

He would not admit his mistake. The only advantages of this coarse linen shirt were that it was cheap and durable.

Except for those coolies and those who do dirty and tiring work, no normal person would wear such clothes because it is uncomfortable to wear.

Fang Ling sensed deep malice in his tone and turned and ran.

But he found that even with the help of his body skills, he couldn't outrun the opponent.

Opposite him was a young man. Fang Ling was no more than a kid, and their legs were of different lengths.

One step of his is equal to two steps of Fang Ling.

But it shouldn't be faster.

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a soul master.

Fang Ling thought quickly in his mind, but didn't realize that he had offended anyone.

I really don't know where I offended him.

It's too urgent now, and it's not the time to think about these things.

If I don't move fast enough, he will catch up with me. I can't go on like this. I must find a way to get rid of him!

I must not get caught.

As this thought flashed through his mind, Fang Ling changed his train of thought.

He pointed his toes, shifted his body, and plunged into the dense woods.

In this hot summer, the woods are very lush.

The land is dry and the environment is complex, which is just right for him to display his Lv1 skills.

Moreover, the forest is dense and inherently hidden.

Dare to have ill intentions towards Fang Ling, and can't catch up with him in a short time. Most likely, he is just a one-ring. How strong can a soul ring be? Just kill him!

Being remembered by others, if the opponent doesn't die, he will be very upset!

Fang Ling ran in front, and the pale-faced young man chased behind.

The tangled branches greatly reduced the field of vision and hindered movement.

The pale-faced young man's ears turned into a pair of big bat ears.

His mouth was open at this moment, and two pairs of bloody fangs made his already weak face look even more hideous.

He has a bat spirit, and after the spirit possesses a body, it can use ultrasound to assist in positioning.

Even a one-ring soul master with a hundred-year soul ring could only barely keep up with this cripple.

I kept cursing in my heart.

Why do these branches only block me and not him?

They are just some ordinary trees, how could they be divided?

I am possessed by the spirit, but it is still so difficult to catch me!

He is just a little cripple, but he is as slippery as a monkey.

Finally, after chasing for a while, Fang Ling's speed had slowed down visibly.

It seems like I can't run anymore.

The frail young man's face lit up with joy: "Wow, it's really a little devil. He's out of energy. He's finally slowing down, right?"

It seems like I can't run anymore.

The distance between the two people is getting closer.

He was almost within one hand's reach and was about to catch up, but Fang Ling in front of him suddenly turned around, beyond his expectation.

A sharp sickle radiated dazzling light in the sunlight, and it passed through many blocking branches at an extremely tricky angle and came towards his chest and abdomen.

He was a soul master, and he used the ultrasound to detect the little cripple's attack immediately, so he could dodge it even if he wanted to.

The young man immediately tried to retreat, but was stuck in the dense bushes.

"Damn it!"

He cursed inwardly and activated his only yellow soul ring.

The claws on both hands, which were covered with gray-brown fur, suddenly grew longer, and the nails at the front became pointed, as sharp as a knife.

"when!"

The collision between the sickle blade and the steel claws made a fierce sound.

Fang Ling exerted a little force, his hands shook slightly, and he immediately broke free from the restraints.

After tilting slightly, it slid down with a domineering momentum, with a fierce look on its face, as if it wanted to cut off his fingers directly.

The young man was so frightened that he immediately stopped.

"He's a rookie soul master." Fang Ling made a judgment in his mind.

The bat spirit, with its pale face, gave him an especially familiar feeling.

While he was running away, he finally remembered someone.

(End of this chapter)