Entrance Assessment

"Fang Ling, right?"

The male teacher looked at Fang Ling, who had just arrived, and immediately noticed the prosthetic on his left leg.

A cripple could defeat someone above his level?

He had doubts but didn't show them.

"That's me," Fang Ling replied quickly.

"My name is Lin Tianyang. I'm a teacher at the academy. You can call me Teacher Tianyang," the male teacher introduced himself.

"Teacher Tianyang," Fang Ling immediately changed his address.

Lin Tianyang nodded slightly and pointed to the pale golden certificate.

"When you were level six, you really killed a fallen soul master above your level? You're nine years old now, what level are you?"

Facing the teacher's doubt, Fang Ling took out the badge from the Spirit Hall and calmly replied:

"I was the one who killed him. I'm now level twelve."

Lin Tianyang warned him, "If you're lying, the consequences will be serious."

Fang Ling wasn't intimidated. Instead, a hint of battle fervor lit up in his eyes.

"I wouldn't dare lie to a teacher. My martial soul is a scythe, I love to fight."

"That's why, even though I had a recommendation letter that would allow me to enroll directly in the Fasno Province, I chose to cross the Barak Kingdom and come from Notting Academy in Fasno for this entrance assessment."

"I want the best combat training!"

Leveling up too fast easily attracts suspicion of being a fallen soul master.

So it was necessary to establish a persona early, one forged through combat, through death, forcing potential out of the body.

It made perfect sense.

Lin Tianyang lightly punched Fang Ling in the chest and said approvingly, "Good kid, you've got a sharp eye."

"Come, let's test your soul power."

After a brief wait, a faint glow appeared on the yellow crystal ball in Fang Ling's hand.

Not too bright, but clearly level twelve.

If that checks out, it's unlikely he lied about the rest.

Lin Tianyang was quite satisfied. He accepted the recommendation letter and returned the golden certificate to Fang Ling.

Then he waved over a student nearby.

"Hey, you, bring Fang Ling inside for the entrance assessment."

"Got it, Teacher."

"Make sure he shows his credentials to Director Ou. If everything's in order, let him take the test first."

"Understood, Teacher."

Seeing Fang Ling move from the back of the line to the front and then enter the academy before them, the crowd outside erupted in protest.

If someone could just walk in like that, what were all the others waiting in line for?

Some candidates were unhappy and shouted at Fang Ling's back, "Teacher! Why does he get to cut in line?"

"Yeah! Is he some noble's son or what? Why should he go ahead of us?"

"This isn't fair!"

A flash of irritation crossed Lin Tianyang's handsome face. He barely resisted the urge to lash out.

"If you don't like it, get lost!"

"That kid killed a fallen one-ring soul master while still just a level six soul warrior, and he has proof from the Spirit Hall. Can you do that? Huh?"

"If anyone else here can, step forward! You'll get to skip the line too!"

No one dared speak again. Their eyes were filled with shock.

All applicants at War King Intermediate Soul Master Academy were one-ring soul masters, they knew how much a soul ring boosted one's strength.

And that kid? He was a cripple.

A level six soul warrior killed a one-ring soul master?

A powerful, fallen soul master at that.

Unbelievable.

Fang Ling, unaware of the scene at the gate, followed the student to an arena.

An elderly man, short and sturdy, with graying hair, was overseeing the assessment.

He didn't hold back in his tests, Fang Ling winced just watching.

Once the previous assessment ended, the student quickly brought Fang Ling up.

"Director Ou, here's a little genius with a certificate from the Spirit Hall. Teacher Tianyang said to show it to you."

Fang Ling respectfully handed over his proof.

Director Ou, with his graying hair, casually took the certificate. He glanced at it, then noticed the unique pale gold sheen and read it more carefully.

He glanced at Fang Ling again in disbelief.

The prosthetic leg was particularly eye-catching.

"When did you lose your leg?" he asked.

"Before my martial soul awakened. I used to be a beggar," Fang Ling replied.

Director Ou nodded slightly and asked more details.

"How did you defeat a fallen one-ring soul master?"

"I used the complexity of the forest terrain."

Fang Ling gave a brief answer, then elaborated:

"The fallen soul master was about my age. He started with half a level innate soul power. When we met again, he looked like a young man."

"I'm small, agile, and I love to fight. I train every day and don't get slowed down by branches or vines."

"He chased me into the forest and moved awkwardly. I realized he lacked experience and wasn't good at fighting, so I used the branches to control his position and struck low to take him out."

Director Ou's white mustache twitched as he praised him again and again.

"Good, good! Excellent thinking, truly courageous. And this is the first time I've heard a cripple claim to be agile."

"I'm eager to see for myself."

He pointed to a desk next to the arena, where a student was handling records.

"Now, you'll take the entrance test. Go register."

"Technically, with a recommendation from the Angel Legion of the Spirit Hall's Demon Hunting Camp, your talent is already proven, and we should accept you directly."

"But you've piqued my curiosity."

"Huh?" Fang Ling looked up while registering.

Director Ou continued, "There are benefits to fighting me. At War King Academy, combat is unavoidable, and combat comes with injuries."

"I can introduce you to a teacher. His wife is gentle, beautiful, and a healing-type Soul Exalted."

"A healing-type Soul Exalted!" Fang Ling's pupils shrank.

He had originally wanted to show off his talent, but now there was an unexpected bonus.

He didn't care much if she was beautiful, but gentle and a healing-type? That mattered.

If she was gentle, she wouldn't treat him like the healing-type soul masters at Notting Academy, who had blacklisted him.

"Can we start now?" Fang Ling was eager to begin.

Director Ou beckoned him over. "Attack me. I'm a Soul King. Don't hold back, just go for it."

No hesitation.

With a flash of cold light, a sharp scythe appeared in Fang Ling's hand.

A bright yellow century-old soul ring rose beneath his feet, gently pulsing.

He activated the ring and entered his Star Mole Transformation. His neural reflex speed surged by 30%.

Fang Ling didn't wait, he charged straight at Director Ou.

His opponent was a Soul King. As a mere soul warrior, he couldn't possibly hurt him.

But he'd definitely be given space to perform.

So the key was to fully display his combat skills and advantages.

That was Fang Ling's understanding.

And his advantage?

Combat skills, of course, Scythe Technique Lv1 and Movement Technique Lv1, and their coordination.

But the biggest edge was his ultra-fast neural reflexes.

Holding the scythe in his right hand, Fang Ling sprinted at Director Ou.

He leveled the blade and slashed horizontally from left to right, aiming straight at the neck.

The scythe whistled through the air.

It sliced the wind itself, the trajectory sharp and dangerous.

"Good kid, killer instinct is strong!" Director Ou's eyelids twitched.

Who aims for the neck in an entrance exam?

He reacted quickly, stepped forward, and raised his hand to block Fang Ling's arm.

But Fang Ling was even faster. He let his right arm be blocked, withdrew the scythe, and instantly summoned it into his left hand.

Using the force of the block, he slashed upward at an angle.

Director Ou's eyes widened. "Oh, dangerous! Dangerous!"

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