The incident had come to an end.
Everyone had gathered in the Headmaster's office.
Fang Ling was still lying on a stretcher, not yet able to stand.
Several teachers had already left. After all, they had just fought with people from the City Lord's Mansion, what a show!
They left laughing.
After fiddling with the snow-white ring for a bit, the headmaster tossed it to Fang Ling.
"Here, Fang Ling, the ring you managed to swindle."
"Thank you, Grandmaster!" Fang Ling sat up in surprise and caught it with one hand.
Blood was still dripping from his body. The newly reopened wounds made everyone watching wince.
What a ruthless guy!
As his fourth purple soul ring shimmered, the chief of the treatment ward saw that the wounds he'd just healed had split open again. His face showed a flash of anger, and he forcefully pushed Fang Ling back down.
"What are you moving for? You want to stay hurt?"
"Oh, right, sorry," Fang Ling quickly apologized, though his hand still tightly gripped the ring.
"You shouldn't be apologizing to me. You should apologize to your body. Doesn't it hurt?"
"Even if it's just a flesh wound, you must treat it seriously."
The treatment chief shook his head helplessly.
"Fang Ling, does it hurt?" The headmaster's wife pursed her lips as she helped treat the smaller wounds on the side.
"It's fine. My strong will won't yield to pain," Fang Ling smiled while slipping the Frost Snow Ring onto the index finger of his right hand.
The smooth, snow-white ring instantly fit snugly around his finger, not too tight or too loose, just right.
It even emitted a constant cool sensation.
No wonder it cost 250,000 to buy this excellent storage soul tool, he liked it more the longer he looked at it.
"Fang Ling, what level are you at now?" the headmaster stared at him for a moment before suddenly asking.
"Level 15."
"Have you tested it?"
"My teacher tested me with a crystal ball."
Words alone aren't proof. Without the crystal ball test, no one would believe such a ridiculous leveling speed.
"One and a half months, three levels... one level every fifteen days, pushing your potential through life-or-death combat..."
This leveling speed and the idea of pushing potential made Headmaster Lin Yuehua very suspicious.
Something felt off.
He stepped forward and pointed at a relatively uninjured part of Fang Ling's body.
Soul power flowed through his body in a cycle.
"Soul power is dense. No lingering blood energy, no resentful soul traces. So this really is just pushing potential through life-and-death battles?"
His face was filled with astonishment. Even though the evidence was right in front of him, he still found it hard to believe.
He didn't find anything wrong. Fang Ling wasn't a fallen soul master, which only made it stranger.
Could it really be some kind of special genius?
Did the academy just hit the jackpot?
"They say your reactions are quick. Come, slash at me and let me see."
"Headmaster! At least wait until he's healed!" the treatment chief's eyebrow twitched violently, his heart filled with fury.
These battle maniacs never respect their injured!
"Ah? Oh, haha." The headmaster laughed awkwardly. "Then let's wait until he's fully recovered."
Three days passed in a flash.
After drinking three more pots of expensive medicinal soup, Fang Ling had fully recovered, including all previous injuries.
Now, he could bounce around again.
"Fang Ling, how's your body? All healed? If so, come and spar with this old man. I won't use soul skills, you can use that neural reflex boost of yours."
The headmaster, with a proportionate build and a patch of white hair at the front, extended a sparring invitation.
A combat genius, just how much of a genius?
If he really is one… hehe.
Fang Ling leapt three feet high. "Of course! I've been looking forward to it. Grandmaster, get ready to be impressed!"
His teacher and the headmaster's wife stood by watching.
His scythe technique was also on the verge of breaking through. After so long without training, his body felt rusty.
It was time to see how strong the headmaster really was, after all, he had defeated three soul emperors in a one-against-three battle.
The scythe appeared instantly in his hand, still silver-white, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.
The minor injuries from fighting Xu Chi were completely healed.
Fang Ling gripped the scythe, bent his body slightly, and his eyes instantly turned cold. Soul power surged rapidly through him as he entered battle mode.
An invisible killing aura flowed from his sharp gaze.
The headmaster nodded subtly to himself.
No wonder he could win over a dozen matches in the Great Soul Arena's life-and-death battles.
To cultivate that kind of killing intent and enter battle mode so quickly,
Just this alone showed exceptional talent.
A yellow light flickered as Fang Ling activated his soul ring with impressive speed.
"Zheng!"
His legs sprang into action, rapidly closing the distance, and he slashed at the headmaster.
It was the move he had trained in the longest and was most familiar with.
The headmaster blocked with an ordinary combat blade. With a "clang," he parried Fang Ling's strike with one hand.
While Fang Ling was off guard, his free hand aimed a palm at his chest.
Fang Ling reacted swiftly, dodging back the moment he saw the attack.
He even leaped again to avoid the next slash from the headmaster.
"Oh? That fast?" the headmaster murmured in surprise, a glint in his eyes.
He hadn't held back much.
That palm wasn't powerful enough to seriously hurt the recently recovered Fang Ling,
But it was enough to knock him out of the fight.
Yet Fang Ling actually dodged it.
And avoided the follow-up slash as well.
Quite the talent.
"Again!"
Suddenly more interested, the headmaster struck first this time.
As a Soul Emperor, his speed was naturally extreme. With one step, he caught up to the twice-retreating Fang Ling.
"Swish!"
The combat blade slashed directly at Fang Ling's head.
Fang Ling leaned his body to the side and dodged.
Overly straightforward attacks are easy to avoid.
And since the headmaster was a Soul Emperor, enhanced by six soul rings, Fang Ling, with only one, was at a clear disadvantage in strength.
He couldn't take that high, downward slash.
He definitely couldn't block it.
"Never use your weaknesses to clash with the enemy's strengths."
That was what his teacher had taught him, and Fang Ling always remembered it.
The headmaster kept up a fast rhythm. "Swish! Swish! Swish!" He followed up with three consecutive slashes.
Fang Ling had to dodge three times in quick succession before he finally found an opening to counterattack.
But his counterattack ran into a problem, the headmaster had set a trap.
He raised a hand to knock the scythe away, but to his surprise, he hit nothing.
That's because Fang Ling, eyes narrowed in concentration, recalled his martial soul at the last second.
Missed!
It was close, but sometimes, close is all that matters.
"He saved it?"
The headmaster could tell Fang Ling lacked experience; he had clearly fallen for the trap.
But he had salvaged the situation purely through extreme reflexes, maintaining the fight without collapse.
The headmaster was stunned.
Fang Ling re-summoned his scythe and slashed at the headmaster's arm.
With soul power protecting his body, the headmaster wasn't injured. But his eyes showed deeper interest.
He loudly praised, "What a battle genius! I'm taking this disciple!"
From the sidelines, Lin Tianyang, who had been waiting for his father to praise him, spat out a mouthful of water. "Dad!"
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