radicalducati 65. Beast Fighting
65. Beast Fighting
For some reason, Ling Bingtian felt a mix of nervousness and subtle excitement. This was a psychological phenomenon that inevitably occurs when trying something new for the first time.
Seeing Ling Bingtian's expression, Leng Ming knew that he was probably already in the zone, so he didn't say anything more. He silently retreated to the door where he and Ling Bingtian had just entered and made a gesture in the direction of Zhang Lin.
Seeing Leng Ming's gesture, Zhang Lin nodded and pressed a button next to him with his right hand.
"Crunch, crunch—"
As Zhang Lin moved, the iron gate under his buttocks slowly shrank to the sides, revealing a large area of darkness behind it.
Ling Bingtian licked his dry lips and looked into the darkness. His ice armor had been summoned the instant the iron gate began to move, and two purple soul rings appeared behind him, shining with brilliant light.
"Whoosh."
Suddenly, a pair of eerie green eyes appeared in the darkness and slowly enlarged until their owner emerged from the darkness.
It was a wolf, its body a pale dark green, but there were some distorted lights around its body, making it seem somewhat illusory.
It is about two meters long, with a slender build, and is not particularly large.
But its pair of eerie green eyes looked quite unsettling, and its tail swayed behind it, indicating its owner's restless mood.
A hundred-year-old soul beast, the Netherworld Wolf.
Looking at the Netherwolf in the distance, Ling Bingtian's heart began to pound.
Unlike sparring with Ma Xiaotao, fighting with soul beasts is a life-or-death struggle. Even with a Soul Saint watching over them, there is still a possibility of death.
Seeing the Netherworld Wolf staring at him while slowly circling him, Ling Bingtian didn't want to wait any longer.
As a Great Soul Master with two thousand-year soul rings, why should I be afraid of a mere hundred-year soul beast?
That's the real joke!
Without much thought, the two spirit rings behind Ling Bingtian lit up simultaneously.
Ice Martial Arts Condensation!
The Soul of the Ice Phoenix!
Two millennium-old soul skills were released simultaneously, and Ling Bingtian also had a Frost Soul Chain Dragon Spear in his hand, which flew straight towards the Netherworld Wolf.
"Awooo—" The Nether Wolf did not back down. It howled and its strong limbs began to run, rushing towards Ling Bingtian who was flying towards it.
Drops of foul-smelling saliva dripped from the Netherwolf's open mouth, its gaping maw poised to lash out.
"What's going on? Did he take drugs?" Ling Bingtian was secretly alarmed. The Netherworld Wolf seemed oblivious to the danger and actually ran straight towards him.
However, since the Nether Wolf wanted to die, Ling Bingtian naturally wouldn't refuse its request.
Just as he was about to collide with the Netherwolf, Ling Bingtian aimed the tip of the Frost Soul Chain Dragon Spear at the Netherwolf's forelimb and thrust it straight at it.
However, to Ling Bingtian's surprise, the Netherworld Wolf made no attempt to dodge and pounced straight at him.
"Sizzle—"
The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out as Ling Bingtian's Frost Soul Chain Dragon Spear pierced through the Nether Wolf's forelimbs.
Even though the wolf's eyes had lost their luster, they were still fixed on Ling Bingtian, unwilling to look away.
Being stared at like that, Ling Bingtian inexplicably felt a chill.
At the same time, he couldn't understand why this ghost wolf was so crazy.
Ling Bingtian still couldn't understand it until a faint yellow soul ring appeared on the Netherworld Wolf's body.
At this moment, Leng Ming walked over from behind Ling Bingtian and answered his question.
"Many of the animals imprisoned here initially resist fiercely, but after a long and futile struggle, they either become frenzied or depressed. This ghost wolf has been here for almost a year; it should be the former."
While explaining the situation to Ling Bingtian, Leng Ming drew a small knife from his waist, pulled the Netherworld Wolf from Ling Bingtian's gun, and began to dissect the wolf's body.
"There's nothing wrong with that. Soul Masters are meant to engage in life-or-death battles with Soul Beasts. Facing a crazed Soul Beast now is better than encountering one alone in the wild in the future."
Leng Ming moved quickly, and the wolf skin, wolf meat, and wolf bones were soon skillfully separated under his knife, clearly not the first time he had done this.
"Furthermore, young master, your fighting just now was far too crude. Putting aside the fact that your ability to conjure weapons could create an ice bow to kill the Netherwolf, even in close combat, there was no need for you to engage in a head-on confrontation."
"With very few exceptions, wolves are creatures with heads of bronze, bones of iron, and waists of tofu. You have the ability to fly, so in battle you can feint an attack, then fly to the side of the Netherwolf and stab it."
"If we were to give your performance a technical score, you probably wouldn't even get 1 point."
With a cold face, Leng Ming said a long string of things that made Ling Bingtian blush.
Yes! In the past two years of study, I have learned about the weaknesses of wolf-type spirit beasts.
But I didn't think of it at all during the battle just now, which is really wrong.
As for whether he thinks the Ling family's practice of raising soul beasts is too cruel? Please, every year, a considerable number of humans die in the mouths of soul beasts. Ling Bingtian is not a saint.
"However, through this battle, I have a general understanding of your strength. With your current strength, you are more than capable of fighting against a thousand-year-old soul beast."
Leng Ming stopped what he was doing, took out several bags, packed the different materials in his hands separately, and then said to Ling Bingtian.
"As long as you can defeat the strongest thousand-year-old soul beast in the arena, you will pass the beast fighting test."
"Yes, Instructor Leng, I understand." Ling Bingtian responded loudly to Leng Ming, and then asked, "When can I challenge the strongest thousand-year-old soul beast?"
Leng Ming stood up, glanced at Ling Bingtian, and said, "Let's talk about it after you've learned to use every bit of your strength to attack every weakness of the soul beast. For the next month, you'll be here with me every morning to learn beast fighting techniques until you've mastered the best techniques."
"Uh—yes! I understand." Ling Bingtian initially wanted to object, but remembering his poor performance just now, he didn't say anything more and could only obey Leng Ming's instructions.
Hearing Ling Bingtian's loud response, a hint of admiration flashed in Leng Ming's eyes.
"No wonder he's a descendant of Commander Ling; he's a born soldier."
No matter how Leng Ming viewed it, from an instructor's perspective, he couldn't find any fault with Ling Bingtian.
When I wake up in the morning, I not only get out of bed the moment I hear the whistle, but I also wake up my roommates, tidy up my belongings, wash up, and gather on time.
These are all things that Leng Ming saw in the dormitory and tent area before the assembly. It can be said that Ling Bingtian has done the best that a new recruit can do.
Leng Ming could never have imagined that he had not received military training.
Of course, no matter how hard Ren Lengming thought about it, he could never have imagined that Ling Bingtian's soul came from another world and had even attended a highly disciplined school like J School.
These things were all part of Ling Bingtian's daily life at school in her previous life...
Leng Ming nodded to Ling Bingtian, then led him to bow to Zhang Lin, who was overseeing things in the distance. After that, Leng Ming took Ling Bingtian away. Next, he took him to receive the course of the disguise test, one of the four major tests.
Thinking of Ling Bingtian's terrifying cultivation level and his rumored status as a child prodigy, Leng Ming couldn't help but think to himself.
"Maybe he can break the training camp record..."