Peerless Douluo: Blood of the Black King Nidhogg!

Chapter 44: Shattering Your Passionate Dream with One Punch (Part )
After the first round of freshman assessment, the next step was for the remaining two hundred or so students. The sixty-four teams were divided into two groups for one-on-one elimination competitions.

Each team only needs to play two games at most every day. The team that loses the first game can go back to class and continue studying, while the winning team will continue to play.

With this schedule, after only a day and a half, only eight teams, or twenty-four students, remained out of the sixty-four strong teams that emerged from the first round of assessments.

This may sound like the competition is very fierce, and it is indeed so. Even Bai Yi and Nanmen Yuner, two second-ring soul masters, almost fell to a strong team without Mo Yuan's intervention.

It is not known whether it was a coincidence or someone did it on purpose, but the four teams of the academy led by Soul Masters were coincidentally separated in the two draws.

Wang Dong, Huo Yuhao and Xiao Xiao from the freshman class also advanced to the quarterfinals thanks to their good luck.

"I was so scared just now that I almost flipped over. If it weren't for you, Brother Mo, pulling me up, I would have been knocked away by that Dragon Soaring Leap."

Bai Yi sat tiredly on a chair in the lounge area, looking at the three figures walking down the stage from the other side, and patted his chest in fear.

"That's right, who would have thought that Cao Jinxuan's martial spirit could stop time?"

Nanmen Yuner also echoed. After spending a few days together in the same team, the distance between her, Mo Yuan and Bai Yi was undoubtedly shortened a lot.

Listening to what Bai Yi and Nanmen Yuner said, Mo Yuan on the side didn't say anything, but just watched quietly as three figures walked down from the stage with disappointed expressions. They were their opponents just now.

Cao Jinxuan, Long Xiangyue, and Zhou Sichen from the freshman class ten, in the original novel, this team advanced to the semi-finals without Soul Master leading the team.

What they rely on is Cao Jinxuan's martial soul - the Time Flies Clock, which is a time-type martial soul that is almost rarer than the original martial soul.

As the saying goes, space is king and time is supreme. As long as the martial soul or soul skill is related to time, there is no weak one.

In the previous competition, Cao Jinxuan used his second soul skill to control them from the very beginning. Logically speaking, even if they were Soul Masters, Cao Jinxuan could only control them for a maximum of one second under the effect of his second soul skill.

Unfortunately, the opponent he met was the monster Mo Yuan. Even without using Time Zero and Moment to offset the effects of the soul skills, Mo Yuan broke free from his control with just a slight resistance.

However, Cao Jinxuan and his team were not a Soul Master team after all. According to the original plan, Mo Yuan still did not take action. He just helped Bai Yi and Nanmen Yuner, allowing them to avoid the winning attack from Long Xiangyue and Zhou Sichen.

After that, Bai Yi and Nanmen Yuner adjusted their status and fought hard with him. Because Cao Jinxuan lost his combat effectiveness due to the backlash of his martial spirit, Bai Yi finally won the victory with the advantage of the sky in the two-on-two situation.

Recalling the feeling of time being briefly stopped and controlled, Mo Yuan shook his head slightly. The Time Flies Clock was indeed an extremely powerful martial spirit.

But in terms of the cultivation system of Douluo Continent, it would be difficult for time-type martial spirits to realize their true potential without wasting their talents.

After all, there are only so many soul beasts that are related to time. If you don't have a top-notch background, it will undoubtedly take a huge amount of time to hunt those soul beasts, and you may end up with nothing.

Thinking of this, Mo Yuan couldn't help but sigh: Time Zero is really a buggy word spirit...

At the same time, Bai Yi, who was resting on a chair, seemed to have remembered something and asked Mo Yuan,
"Brother Mo, I suddenly remembered something. What did Teacher Mu Jin say to you after the last match yesterday?"

Hearing this, Nammun Yoona immediately pricked up her ears like a curious baby. After the thirty-two and nearly sixteen rounds of competition yesterday afternoon,

When the three were about to leave, Mu Jin suddenly stopped Mo Yuan, saying that she had something to talk to Mo Yuan about, and then pulled him away.

Hearing this, Mo Yuan shook his head slightly and said nothing. He turned his head and looked towards the assessment area not far away. A high platform was erected there yesterday. The platform was twenty meters above the ground and supported by six metal pillars.

Looking up from below, you can vaguely see dozens of figures standing there watching the battle. At a height of twenty meters, it is enough to overlook the entire assessment area and see clearly the situation of the competition in each venue.

With the blessing of dragon blood, Mo Yuan, with his sharp facial features, could clearly see all the people above. They were basically the head teachers of the freshman class and teachers from other grades.

Mo Yuan's gaze paused slightly on Du Weilun, Mu Jin and Zhou Yi, and when he was about to move away, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly when he swept across the originally empty space at the edge of the platform.

A strange figure appeared there at some point. It was a slovenly old man with disheveled hair and torn clothes. He was barefoot and casually resting his feet on a chair.

He was slurping something from a purple-red gourd in his hand. A pile of sizzling chicken legs sat on a paper bag beside him. The moment Mo Yuan's gaze fixed on the old man, the dazed-looking man seemed to sense something and glanced back at him.

Suddenly, an invisible sense of oppression came over him. Mo Yuan was secretly shocked, but he did not look away and his expression was calm.

This feeling of oppression is like murderous intent. As long as there is no fear in your heart, it will basically have no effect.

Xuanzi, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult? What was he doing here? Was he looking for any promising candidates from the Holy Spirit Cult?
Mo Yuan looked at Xuan Zi and teased in his heart. After seeing the old man clearly, he basically understood who he was. After all, Xuan Zi's characteristics were too obvious...

"Nice boy."

After Xuan Zi said this with a satisfied look on his face, he swallowed the wine in his mouth and took a bite of the chicken leg, then became dazed again.

Seeing this, although Mo Yuan didn't understand why Xuan Zi came here, he didn't care. After all, as long as Xuan Zi didn't lead the team out of the academy, there would be no danger.

After a midday break and a series of eliminations, the remaining eight teams, totaling 24 students, gathered under the high platform and will compete for the top four this afternoon.

On the high platform, Mu Jin glanced at Mo Yuan and the other two, as well as Wang Dong and the others below, then turned and exchanged a subtle glance with Du Weilun, who was preparing to draw lots for the battle. Then, with a smile on her face, she came to Zhou Yi's side.
"Zhou Yi, your class's team is pretty good. They were lucky enough to make it all the way to the quarterfinals. Unfortunately, the outcome of the next match won't be determined by luck."

Zhou Yi's face turned cold, "Are you here to provoke me?"

Mu Jin stopped pretending, "Yes, I'm here to provoke you. Doesn't your class have good grades? I want to see how many of your students can make it into the top four.

This is the first time I've felt so good since you fired my brother despite my pleading. I heard you wanted to get promoted to a senior position, but I'm afraid it's going to be a failure again. After all, three of the eight teams are from our class, so the chances of us meeting them are very high."

Zhou Yi stopped looking at Mu Jin's provocative expression and cast her gaze downwards. After seeing Huo Yuhao and the other two, she seemed to recall something and said calmly,

"A bet?"

"Ok?"

Mu Jin was stunned when she heard this, with a puzzled expression on her face. The words she had prepared were stuck in her throat. Then a flash of joy flashed across her eyes. Before Zhou Yi could continue, she quickly said,
"What are you going to bet? What are you going to bet with me?"

"As long as your team defeats our team later, I will give you a soul bone. Do you dare?" Zhou Yi said in a deep voice.

"Okay, but you have to add one more rule!" Mu Jin said sternly.

"If you lose, you will voluntarily submit your resignation letter to the academy and leave. The same goes for me if I lose!"

The other teachers who were watching were shocked when this was said. Were these two rivals in love or deadly enemies? How could this be getting worse and worse?

Zhou Yi fell silent upon hearing this request, but thinking of the power of Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong's spirit fusion technique,
Contrary to Mu Jin's statement that 'Mo Yuan won't attack unless he encounters a Soul Master team', Zhou Yi felt that her chances of winning seemed to be greater.

The advantage is mine!

"Okay, I'll bet."

Seeing Zhou Yi agreed, Du Weilun, who had been ready to draw lots, immediately stood up.

"Then I'll be a witness."

After exchanging a subtle glance with Mu Jin, Du Weilun walked down the platform with the box for drawing lots and came to the eight teams.
"Now we begin the quarterfinals. As before, the opponents will be determined by drawing lots. The freshman class will step forward to begin the drawing."

　I won’t write about the battles in the middle, as they are not only boring but also dull. I will just finish the remaining two games and speed up the plot.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)