Douluo: What the hell is the academic master development system?

Chapter 380 Hey hey, let's eat our fill!
Seeing Professor Mo suddenly raise his knife and slash at him, and his evil spirit masters suddenly pulling down their pants, some dying and others turning against him, Yan didn't say a word and ran away.

Yes, this time it was Yan who chose to run away without saying a word.

As an evil soul master, the most important thing when traveling in Douluo Continent is not learning how to kill or how to refine souls, but first mastering the art of running away.

There was no other way; they couldn't stay within the territory of the Sun Moon Empire forever. Once they set foot on the territory of the Douluo Three Kingdoms, they would have to be wary of Shrek Academy's pack of mad dogs biting them.

That's why Professor Mo watched helplessly as Yan's long legs suddenly grew several lengths longer, becoming as powerful and strong as an ostrich as he strode across the land of the exploding mountain range with incredible speed!
In just a few steps, the opponent had sprinted at least a hundred meters away. A proper hundred-meter run would only leave three footprints on the ground.

"Boom——"

Another solid, muffled thud was heard.

Just as Mo Fang had crashed into those hexagonal light screens before, Yan crashed into them solidly now.

Although Yan's head was probably made of steel, so much so that the opponent's sudden ramming caused cracks to appear in the hexagonal light screens in mid-air.

But with just this slight delay, Professor Mo's broadsword flew over and slashed down at Yan.

At this moment, the Holy Servants of the Holy Spirit Cult all widened their eyes and desperately poured their soul power into the linked defensive soul tools they were responsible for, fearing that Yan would take this opportunity to escape.

The branch elder and the Great Holy Spirit are dead, and the Second Holy Spirit's head was chopped off and held in Nana's hand.

With Nana, the popular figure in the academy who has already removed her veil and revealed her true face, leading the way.

The other servants also realized that this might be their only chance to rebel against the Holy Spirit's bloody control.

Even if they were to stop an evil soul master at the level of an eight-ring Soul Douluo, they would fight to the bitter end.

"A bunch of traitors! I will kill you all when I have the chance!"

"You think that killing me will liberate you?"

"Let me tell you, the ones who will hunt you down the hardest in the future are the Sun Moon Royal Family, not me, because you know too much!"

Yan's eyes were bloodshot. He never expected that the ones who would stop him from escaping were the very servants he had brought along just in case.

In Yan's eyes, this group of holy servants who were disloyal to the Holy Spirit Church were already on their way to death.

However, Yan couldn't care less about dealing with these people at this moment; his most important task was to save his own life.

"You should think about yourself first!"

Professor Mo let out a low shout, and the level nine melee soul tool in his hand suddenly flew out, like a large blade the size of a door panel, slashing towards Yan in mid-air.

Don't be fooled by the fact that Professor Mo usually only works with defensive and spatial soul tools; it doesn't mean he doesn't have soul tools for killing people!
Feeling the sharp whistling sound of the large door-shaped sword cutting through the air as it flew through the air, Yan dared not take it head-on. He could only suddenly turn his body sideways, trying to dodge Professor Mo's attack.

The large door-shaped sword controlled by Professor Mo seemed to have eyes. Although Yan dodged it with a sway of his body, it quickly somersaulted in mid-air, like an extra-large boomerang, and slashed at Yan again.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The key issue is that on both sides of Mo Fang, there were actually a row of liches, waving their staffs and gathering the violent elemental power between heaven and earth, condensing it into elemental balls, and smashing them towards Yan's position.

While Yan, as an evil spirit master, had seen some undead creatures similar to zombies and skeletons, these lich mages who were clearly practicing magic were completely beyond his comprehension.

Yan's eighth spirit ring, shimmering black, flashed briefly as he made a move that astonished everyone.

He actually went straight for the spinning door-shaped broadsword that Professor Mo had thrown without dodging or avoiding it.

"laugh------"

The next moment, Yan was slashed to pieces by Professor Mo's level nine close-combat greatsword, his flesh and blood splattering everywhere.

Could it be that this guy knew he couldn't go on living, so he deliberately chose to commit suicide to avoid leaking information?
of course not.

The next moment, the flesh that Professor Mo had slashed with his broadsword began to wriggle on its own, piecing together four small clumps of flesh that flew off in four different directions!

This is Yan's eighth soul skill, Flesh and Blood Split!
Even if he is struck and his flesh and blood splattered in an instant, during the duration of his eighth soul skill, every piece of his flesh and blood represents a part of Yan's life. As long as Yan reassembles and absorbs it, he can be reborn!

At this moment, in the exploded mountain range, Yan, who had been reduced to four pieces of flesh, could only truly be resurrected with the part of his flesh that preserved his brain, but the remaining three pieces of flesh still possessed abundant vitality.

At this moment, the four pieces of flesh and blood fled in four directions at the same time. Not to mention the holy servants didn't know which one to stop, even Professor Mo was stunned, having never seen such a bizarre situation before.

This is the characteristic of evil spirit masters; each evil spirit master has their own unique and unpredictable abilities.

Corpse explosion, beast soul, life refinement, and Yan's flesh splitting at this moment—it's really hard to guard against on the first meeting. After all, even a level 98 Super Douluo can be defeated!

In desperation, Mo Fang could only wield his battle sword and randomly select a mass of flesh to slash at. The thunderbolts and fireballs summoned by the liches' staffs exploded wildly and haphazardly.

In the midst of the chaos, a mass of flesh flew unimpeded to the corpses of the two Holy Spirits, completely engulfing them. In the blink of an eye, this mass of flesh devoured the corpses of the two Holy Spirits, then bounced like a ball, rolling towards Nana!

Clearly, this targeted entity, capable of replenishing its own strength by devouring the flesh and blood of others, intending to take advantage of the chaos to kill Nana and the other holy servants, is none other than Yan himself!

Nana swung her level-five soul tool, the Crimson Flame Blade, and a crimson streak shot up with the force of a wildfire, striking the flesh and blood that Yan had transformed into, but the blade pierced right into it.

Mo Fang was able to slice Yan to pieces with a single strike using his melee soul tool, purely because the destructive power of a level nine melee soul tool is undeniable, not because Yan's flesh and blood martial soul defense is particularly weak.

Nana is only a five-ring Soul King, and the damage she can unleash is worlds apart from Mo Fang's. How could she possibly stop Yan's attack?

In an instant, countless sharp flesh threads flew out from the mass of flesh that Yan had transformed into, directly slicing the Crimson Flame Blade in Nana's hand into more than a dozen pieces, and then continued towards Nana with undiminished momentum.

A look of despair appeared in Nana's eyes at this moment. She couldn't afford the Invincible Shield, a luxury item that cost tens of thousands of gold soul coins but could only be used for three seconds!

Dad, Mom, I can't go back to see you anymore, so I've come to stay with you.
Looking at the flesh and blood threads so close to her, about to take her life, Nana was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

"Certainly!"

The next moment, Chen Ping's extremely calm voice rang out.

The flesh and blood that Yan had transformed into, including the flesh threads that were flying in mid-air as if they were about to cut everything to pieces, were instantly frozen in place.

The emerald green Scorpion Staff, held in Chen Ping's hand, had shrunk to the size of a baseball bat. Chen Ping swung his arm and lashed it out with a heavy blow.

With a loud bang, the mass of flesh and blood that Yan had transformed into was sent flying by Chen Ping's staff, only regaining control of itself in mid-air.

The utterly bewildered state of the fleshy ball after regaining control of itself revealed just how sinister Chen Ping's Cold Fixing Seal, which immobilized people out of thin air without any warning, truly was.

"Didn't I just give you the protection of the mortal world? Why don't you use it?"

Chen Ping turned his head to look at Nana, puzzled, which made Nana blush.

She's the type who's used to a hard life.

Because she hadn't used a defensive soul tool for many years, even though Chen Ping had given her one beforehand, Nana was still used to taking damage head-on.

After being rescued by Chen Ping, who gave her a slightly reproachful reminder, Nana quickly controlled the linked defensive soul tool to reappear and surround the piece of flesh that Yan had transformed into.

Not only Nana, but the other holy servants also instinctively wanted to scatter and flee when they saw Yan about to go on a killing spree.

But seeing Chen Ping knock the opponent back to the center of the field with another blow, they all regained control of their linked defensive soul tools and pressed towards Yan.

"Give me a chance! We are both people with holy power, why must we kill each other!"

At this moment, Yan finally panicked and shouted out.

His regenerative abilities are very strong. Not only can he split himself into four pieces and scatter them to escape, but he can also devour the flesh and blood of others to restore his own state.

Yan's original plan was to devour the corpses of the two Holy Spirits and then consume Nana and the others as well.

Then it turned back and absorbed the other three parts of its flesh and blood, thereby restoring itself to its optimal state, and then made a quick escape.

Even if his other three clumps of flesh were turned into mincemeat, it wouldn't matter to Yan.

As long as there is still a piece of flesh and blood there, he can greatly restore his own condition after devouring it.

The problem is that the spirits that are scattered all over the mountains have not eaten flesh and blood for thousands of years. How can they resist when they see the three buffets that Yan split off?
As soon as these three lumps of flesh running around appeared, every single one of the undead present had their eyes shining and their soul fires flaring wildly.

Hey hey hey, I'm here!
Whether it tastes fishy or smelly, it's meat in my mouth.

Even without tofu and chive blossoms, we'll have this for dinner tonight!

Let's go, brothers!
In just a few seconds, Yan's three clumps of flesh were devoured by the undead army, leaving only a quarter of Yan's original body scattered in the wind.

Seeing the undead creatures suddenly eating more food while fighting, Mo Fang felt a chill run down his spine.

The saying "evil people will be punished by other evil people" is probably quite apt.

The splitting of Yan's flesh and blood is very strange, even terrifying, to ordinary soul masters, and there is no solution.

But in the eyes of the undead, they are like food deliverymen who bring food to your door without you having to pick it up.

Five-star praise!

(End of this chapter)