Duoluo Dalu: Path to Godhood

Although he said it was dangerous, his movements were anything but slow.

With an extremely flexible tilt of his body, the attack from Fang Ling missed.

But he didn't stop attacking.

He twisted his body and followed up with a powerful soccer-style kick from his left leg, aimed directly at Director Ou's knee joint.

It was an extremely aggressive move.

The force behind it was tremendous.

If it landed, it would be enough to seriously injure an average person, or even a one-ring Soul Master.

Of course, it was useless against a Soul King.

Since he wouldn't be injured and his combat strength was much greater, Fang Ling went all out without hesitation.

While attacking the lower body, he didn't let his upper body rest either. His left-hand scythe, though it missed, drew a defensive arc in the air.

"Sigh, kid, you really don't hold back!" Director Ou commented, withdrawing his right foot to dodge the kick, then instantly launched a straight kick of his own.

That fast and powerful kick landed squarely on Fang Ling's stomach.

Though the kick was strong, the force behind it was mostly for show.

This time, Fang Ling didn't have time to react.

Even if he saw it coming, it wouldn't have helped.

Reflexes aren't everything. No matter how quick your combat reactions are, if the foundational experience and instincts are miles apart, it won't make up for it.

Fast, instinctive movements aren't so easily countered.

Fang Ling's hairs stood on end. He tried to resist, but was still sent flying by the kick.

He twisted his body mid-air to adjust his posture.

Then landed facing Director Ou.

His movement was smooth and elegant, almost dance-like.

His Movement Technique Level 1 barely allowed him to pull that off.

After that brief direct confrontation, Fang Ling had a deeper understanding of his own shortcomings.

He hungrily absorbed the valuable combat experience.

His gaze sharpened, he was ready to go again.

"That's enough, let's stop here."

Seeing Fang Ling's burning eyes and fighting spirit, Director Ou quickly raised his hand to stop him.

"That's it?" Fang Ling asked, puzzled.

"What else did you expect?" Director Ou replied.

"I saw you fighting the others just now, and you beat them so badly."

Fang Ling hesitated, pointing to the surrounding students who had already passed their assessments, all looking at him with fear in their eyes.

They couldn't help but be scared.

This guy was vicious, every move was out for blood. No one wanted to mess with him.

"Are you the same as them?"

Director Ou gave a dismissive glance.

"I barely had to push them and they fell over. Couldn't even stand. A bunch of fools!"

"But you? Your combat talent is extremely high. Even after getting kicked away, you could still stabilize and prepare to fight again."

"You used your scythe spirit well, and didn't limit yourself to it. Your coordination with your body was excellent, you weren't all attack and no defense."

"Director Ou, please don't paint a target on my back. I'm scared," Fang Ling quickly interrupted.

"Scared of what? Who here would dare fight you?" Director Ou pointed around.

"That kid with the Red Wolf Spirit, wanna try?"

The young Soul Master with the Red Wolf Spirit shuddered. "No, thank you."

This kind of fighting could get someone killed.

One wrong move and you're gone. Even healing-type Soul Masters couldn't help in time.

"What about the one with the spear? Don't they say reach is strength? Want to give it a go?"

"Haha…" The boy with the spear laughed awkwardly and lowered his head.

Three sets of lethal attacks executed in an instant, while also maintaining defense, utilizing agility, and even leveraging the enemy's force?

And after getting kicked away, he could still adjust and land properly instead of tumbling off the stage?

Terrifying. Could a human really react like that?

Length of weapon means nothing when you can't keep up with the opponent's lightning-fast attacks—you'd get killed in an instant.

"Hmph."

Director Ou snorted coldly, then turned back to Fang Ling with a smile.

"You're a rare combat talent. Your style is a bit chaotic, but you're definitely a promising seed."

"Sit here for a while and watch what kind of classmates you'll have in the future."

"When your teacher arrives, he'll take you into the academy. He'll help you refine your techniques and teach you deeper combat skills."

Fang Ling was a little confused. Did Director Ou send someone to notify his teacher?

Why didn't he see anything?

"Who is my teacher?"

Director Ou waved over the next person for the test and answered Fang Ling:

"His name is Lin Tianyang. He's that male teacher at the gate with great talent, already a Soul Sect. That gentle, elegant lady next to him is your teacher's wife, a healing-type Soul Emperor."

"This path is the only way into the academy. Once they finish up, they'll be over here."

Fang Ling nodded with understanding and sat down by a table to watch.

He was honestly feeling excited.

A Soul Sect with excellent talent must be really strong.

He'd surely learn a lot from him.

And with a gentle healing-type teacher's wife? This was a dream start!

As time passed, by watching more fights, Fang Ling gradually understood the typical standard of one-ring Soul Masters.

Everyone coming to War King Academy could endure hardship and weren't afraid of getting hurt.

They could be grouped into those with a combat foundation and those without.

The ones without? No need to comment.

Even those with a foundation couldn't beat him.

Their battles were full of flaws, their footing was unstable, attacks weak and poorly aimed.

Not one of them had speed, precision, or power.

The Red Wolf and Spear Soul Masters that Director Ou pointed out were likely the strongest among them.

But with Fang Ling's Level 1 Scythe Technique and Movement Skill, enhanced by a 60% boost in neural reflex speed, combined with his unorthodox combat mindset, a unique chemistry emerged.

He finally realized his true level.

He'd always compared himself to Tang San and Xiao Wu, forgetting that those two were monsters.

They were innate full-spirit-power prodigies who could fight above their rank.

In both technique and soul power cultivation speed, he couldn't keep up.

But how many other Soul Masters were as monstrous as those two?

Fang Ling could at least stand proud among his… peers.

He didn't dare say same-rank, because the world was filled with one-ring Soul Masters.

Some of them had stopped progressing and spent years fighting in the Great Soul Arena.

Those people could have tons of combat experience and be quite strong.

So even though he really wanted to start killing and earning points now, he knew better than to rush in.

Impatience led to mistakes.

First, learn. First, build a foundation. First, become stronger.

After observing more fights and taking part in a few spars to assess the local level, then, once everything was ready, he'd bet his life.

People came and went, more and more one-ring Soul Masters arriving.

Yet one by one, they were beaten effortlessly by Director Ou's light attacks in the assessment ring.

As the crowd began to thin and fewer people were waiting to be tested, Fang Ling suddenly realized something.

"My teacher must be coming soon?"

He immediately sat up straight, eagerly watching the gate.

Before long, the heroic man and graceful woman he'd seen at the entrance walked hand in hand toward the ring.

"Teacher! Teacher's wife!"

Fang Ling quickly ran up.

His overly familiar greeting left both of them a bit stunned.

"Huh?"

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