Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 288: First Night

As soon as Ming Lei Douluo finished speaking, he took out a voice transmission soul tool, then raised his hand and slapped it forward. Accompanied by a piercing thunderclap, an electric net covered the area in front of him.

The power grid stretched out in the wind, growing enormous in the blink of an eye.

On the ground, a group of people were rushing towards the direction of Ming Lei Douluo. Soon, the teacher leading the group noticed something and looked up at the sky.

"not good!"

However, with his cultivation level of only seven rings, how could he compare to the Nether Thunder Douluo? Although he could see the electric net attack, he had nowhere to escape.

Left with no other option, they attacked the power grid in an attempt to hold it off for a moment.

The attack had barely landed when a chilling aura paralyzed his entire body, causing him to fall backward uncontrollably.

The remaining disciples, whose cultivation levels were even lower, could only struggle desperately within the net.

Lin Xiaoling stood in mid-air and glanced at Ming Lei Douluo beside him. He saw that the corners of Ming Lei's mouth were slightly raised, like a spider that had woven a web and was watching its prey struggle in vain.

As time passed, several figures covered in black cloaks gathered from the surrounding area.

The people caught in the net quickly stopped moving and fell unconscious. The Holy Spirit Cult disciples then skillfully stripped the people of their belongings.

Ming Lei Douluo clicked his tongue in regret.

"Tsk, it's a pity that the sect leader's intention is to capture these people alive and use them to threaten the three great empires." Ming Lei Douluo shook his head. "Otherwise, it would be quite entertaining to capture them and bring them to the arena to watch the fellow disciples fight each other."

After saying that, he suddenly turned to look at Lin Xiao, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh, but this is the only hobby I have."

"I'll have my disciples take them aside first. There might be others coming later. We'll go back together once we receive the message from Mingdu."

"Yes, whatever you decide, Third Brother."

Without further ado, Ming Lei Douluo descended to the ground, saying, "Since you've come all this way to Mingdu, why rush to leave? Why not stay here a few more days?"

Lin Xiao remained silent, simply watching the retreating figure of the Nether Thunder Douluo. A gentle breeze ruffled the hem of his robe, causing the cloak to flutter slightly, revealing a black robe underneath. The dark red lines adorning the robe, as if imbued with life, rippled softly...

After the first day of the Elite Competition ended, it was already night. The lights from the soul tools that illuminated the streets outside made Mingdu as bright as day, attracting many disciples from other academies to come out and visit.

"Yuhao, are you really going to participate in this dubious Elite Soul Master Competition? They're offering such generous rewards; it can't be just about money, right?"

Several figures were walking down the street.

Hearing Wang Dong's words behind him, Huo Yuhao shook his head slightly, "We don't need to worry about gold soul coins while we're in the academy, but for other soul masters and these merchants, making money is enough."

"I've heard that this year's Elite Tournament is different from previous Soul Fighting Tournaments. Betting is not allowed, which is why the Soul Master Tournament was created to attract people who like these things."

"The profits here far exceed those of rare metals. Don't forget, this is the Sun and Moon Empire, where the price of rare metals is much lower than what we usually encounter."

Wang Dong's expression remained somber. "But the standard for the Soul Master Competition is under thirty years old. There should be quite a few powerful Soul Masters here, right?"

"Don't worry, we only need to get some rare metals. Besides, even if a Soul Master outside is thirty years old, he might not be able to beat us. Don't forget, we come from Shrek Academy."

“But I’m still a little worried…” Wang Dong hesitated, but Huo Yuhao suddenly grabbed his hand. “Don’t worry, I brought you along, so I’m confident.”

"Junior brother, don't you think this place looks familiar?" He Caitou, who was walking at the front, suddenly turned around. At this moment, he was wearing a thick wig to cover his conspicuous bald head.

"I know." Huo Yuhao nodded. As a Soul Master with the spiritual attribute, he also realized exactly where he was.

Although the building has changed, he still remembers that not long after he arrived at the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy, it was here that he discovered the traces of the evil soul master.

"I never expected that the Soul Master Competition would actually be held here."

"Should we still participate?"

Huo Yuhao nodded heavily upon hearing this, "That's precisely why I'm even more determined to participate in this Soul Master Competition."

Huo Yuhao frowned slightly as he looked at the building in front of him, recalling the figures he had seen in the Holy Spirit Sect's group during the day.

A bold guess had already formed in his mind, but since he couldn't communicate with others, he could only continue his investigation through this Soul Master Competition to see what secrets lay within.

Inside this building, Lin Xiao had returned to his room and was meditating quietly.

The door suddenly opened, and the figure of Ming Lei Douluo appeared in the doorway. "Alright, alright, let's get ready to go to the arena."

Lin Xiao stood up. "What are your orders, Master?"

"What orders could I possibly give?" Nether Thunder Douluo waved his hand. "According to the information from the disciples nearby, a total of twenty-six matches were held today, and a total of twenty-six teams were eliminated."

"We intercepted all twenty-three of them from all directions. One team was from an academy of the Sun Moon Empire, and two others showed no signs of leaving yet. The leader has already ordered people to keep an eye on them."

Lin Xiao sighed softly upon hearing this. Those sects who came to participate probably never imagined that what was supposed to be a popular event on the Douluo Continent would turn into hostages of the Sun Moon Empire.

"Let's go, there's another match waiting for us."

"Teacher, Eighth Elder."

Just as Lin Xiao and Ming Lei Douluo stepped out, Huang Zheng, Ming Lei Douluo's disciple, appeared from the end of the corridor.

"What happened?" Seeing this, Ming Lei Douluo stopped in his tracks.

"Teacher, we have received news that several more young people have just come in. They all look to be under twenty years old and are probably contestants for the Elite Competition."

"These are the registration details they provided."

Upon hearing this, Ming Lei Douluo took the item from Huang Zheng's hand, glanced at it, and then turned to look at Lin Xiao. "See, I knew people would be unable to resist coming to participate. This is already the nth wave tonight."

Lin Xiao looked down at the two names "Tang Si" and "Tang Wu" registered in Ming Lei Douluo's hand, and paused slightly.

"It seems that these academies are really short of rare metals."

Upon hearing this, Ming Lei Douluo suddenly leaned closer mysteriously and lowered his voice, "These are all outdated. In a while, I'll show you some new and interesting things."

(End of this chapter)