Chapter 39: Fighting

The Great Fighting Spirit Arena is building momentum for the two so that more spectators can come.

It is extremely rare that those who can win dozens of games in a row and are still participating in life-and-death battles are all top-notch ruthless people.

Even if both opponents are only first-ring soul masters, they are qualified to fight in the main soul fighting arena.

In the center of the one-on-one arena in the main fighting arena.

The neatly dressed host stepped on the wet blood and introduced the next extremely interesting battle in a vivid and emotional manner.

"Tonight's one-on-one life-and-death battle has two heavyweight guests."

"The first one is the talented freshman who just enrolled in the War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy - Fang Ling!"

"He was nine years old at the time, a man of few words, and extremely enthusiastic about fighting."

"His left leg is broken, but it does not affect his amazing fighting ability."

"Its combat is unconventional, precise and swift, with excellent reactions. Every move is neither redundant nor dragged out, and has a unique cold beauty."

"His martial spirit is a sickle. He has won thirteen games in a row. Because he accurately cut the throats of his opponents in all ten life-and-death battles, the audience likes to call him 'Slit-throat Ling'."

Fang Ling finished warming up and waited on the side with an expressionless face.

He doesn't know who his opponent is yet, but anyone who can win ten consecutive life-and-death battles is not easy to deal with, so he is ready.

Prepare to kill the other person, or prepare to escape.

The audience cheered enthusiastically and applauded continuously, and many people were cheering for this title.

Although the nickname "Slit-Throat Ling" doesn't sound very nice, it is just right.

Fang Ling accepted it reluctantly.

Seeing the heated atmosphere, the host immediately announced the identity of the second person: "This second person is the youngest son of the mayor of Vic Bingfeng City, Xu Chi."

Lin Tianyang, who was waiting at the area where the relatives of the contestants were watching the competition, immediately changed his expression and tightened his grip on his wife's hand slightly.

"It's the city lord's youngest son who is said to be a natural loser. I didn't expect him to win ten rounds in a row in a life-and-death battle. This time he's in trouble."

"Is it because of his identity? But didn't you say he was a waste?" Shu Manyun asked puzzled.

"The city lord doesn't care much about this son, but he has some issues with his father and might take advantage of this to make trouble."

Lin Tianyang looked solemn.

"Ah? Should we stop the game immediately?" Shu Manyun was shocked.

After a little thought, he shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, father is stronger."

"Besides, there are the rules of the Great Fighting Spirit Arena. The City Lord doesn't dare to offend the Great Fighting Spirit Arena, so there's no need to worry too much."

"What's more, there are too many spectators. It's impossible to stop now. If we play tricks on too many people, we'll get into trouble."

"Let's look at Fang Ling's."

Fang Ling, who was waiting, couldn't help but frown when he heard the identity of his opponent.

I have a background, and I hope the teacher has a bigger background.

"Xu Chi, his martial spirit is the same as the city lord's, the Black Gold Sword, and he has won ten games in a row."

"Similar to Fang Ling's fighting style, also extremely precise, using the least amount of moves to perform the most efficient kill."

"Because he was best at stabbing, and could pierce the enemy's heart with one sword, the audience gave him the beautiful name 'The Heart-piercing Blaze'."

"Then, please come on stage, both of you."

The people who cheered Fang Ling's name just now were also cheering for this.

I don't have any preference, I just like to immerse myself in watching the battle.

"Heart-piercing fire!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The two jumped onto the ring amid the cheers of the audience.

Fang Ling stared at his opponent.

She has a head full of shiny black curly hair and a faint smile on her face.

He doesn't look good, but his chubby round face gives people a strange sense of friendliness.

Of course, the opponent Ling is useless.

The sword must be drawn when it is time to draw it. This is the lesson Tang San learned from being seduced and defeated by Xiao Wu.

Not to mention that the opponent is a man, even if a beautiful woman stands in front of him and blocks his way, he can still kill her!

"I heard from the host that you are the city lord's youngest son?" Fang Ling had a hint of fear in his eyes and rarely spoke at the beginning.

"It's the city lord's youngest son, for sure."

Xu Chi nodded, and then said: "But don't worry, just go all out. I have four older brothers in my family, and they are all more talented than me."

"I have been weak since I was a child. I am only level 16 at the age of 12 this year. I have very poor talent and am not taken seriously."

Fang Ling still had doubts in his heart:

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

Xu Chi's eyes gradually heated up: "He promised me to participate in the life-and-death battle. He promised not to make things difficult for the person who killed me. Just feel free to swing your sword boldly."

"If I die, it's just because I don't have enough strength, I can't blame anyone else."

"And can you guarantee that you can kill me? Having many consecutive wins doesn't mean you are stronger."

Fang Ling understood, stopped talking nonsense, and silently summoned his martial soul.

The sickle has evolved once, and although its style has not changed, the texture when held in the hand has been improved.

The silver-white metallic sickle blade seemed to be waiting for the next dead soul.

At the same time as Fang Ling's sickle appeared, Xu Chi also revealed his martial spirit.

The black gold sword is as black as ink, with faint green patterns dotted around it, giving people a sense of deep mystery.

Xu Chi had the same yellow soul ring on his body as Fang Ling, which moved rhythmically up and down.

A hundred years is what the city lord's son should have.

Instead of the white soul ring like Xiao Chenyu from Notting College.

The two began to confront each other and analyze their opponent's flaws.

After a moment, they rushed forward at the same time.

"Clang!" The back of the strengthened sickle collided with the black gold sword, making a sound of metal colliding.

"It looks like your martial spirit isn't strong enough." Xu Chi looked at the faint mark on the back of Fang Ling's sickle and suddenly smiled.

The Black Gold Sword is a mid-to-high level martial spirit, and its characteristic is hardness.

Although Xu Chi did not have much talent, he inherited this powerful martial spirit.

Even though Fang Ling's sickle had been upgraded to Lv2, it was still in the realm of low-level martial spirits, so it was normal for it to leave traces.

Feeling the slight tingling sensation from the injured martial soul, Fang Ling immediately made a judgment.

Can fight!

If the opponent's martial spirit is too strong and can cut a big hole in the thick back of the sickle in one go, then you will definitely lose.

If you encounter this kind of situation, you can only run away quickly.

The pain that goes straight to the sea of ​​​​spirituality cannot be endured by ordinary endurance, and there is a high probability of death.

Fang Ling put away his martial spirit, took a step, and leaned back.

The two were confronting each other, and suddenly, the black gold sword lost its resistance and passed through his body.

Then, Fang Ling gripped the sickle tightly, exerted force suddenly, and relied on his extremely fast nerve reflexes to make a swift vertical chop.

With the force of thunder, the knife chopped down with a "swish".

Faced with Fang Ling's fierce attack, Xu Chi also reacted instantly with his rich combat experience.

The sword returned quickly, as smooth as flowing water.

The block is as solid as a rock.

"Ding! Dang! Ding! Dang!"

The two began to fight as quickly as hammering iron.

After fighting for a while, Xu Chi seemed to be at a disadvantage.

He took a step back, leaving a bloody wound on his chest, and dodged another sharp blow from Fang Ling.

He kept retreating quickly, as if he wanted to take a short rest.

But in the next second, his eyes suddenly became fierce.

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(End of this chapter)