Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

"Zhang Mo! How could you openly attack a teacher!" Du Weilun roared at Zhang Mo.

Although Du Weilun did not reveal his martial soul, the soul power pressure of a Soul Douluo expert was released involuntarily, and all the teachers present bowed slightly to resist this pressure.

But Zhang Mo still stood straight with his hands behind his back, as if he was not affected by the pressure.

"Ha, Director Du. I am also the director of the Martial Soul Department, and I also have the right to criticize teachers."

"If you have any complaints about me, feel free to complain to Yan Shaozhe, or even to the Sea God Pavilion!"

Today, Zhang Mo was very assertive, a stark contrast to his cunning self last semester.

"Furthermore, Huo Yuhao is my disciple, 'Master' Zhang Mo's, and I will not allow anyone, in any way, to insult him!"

"Hmph." Zhang Mo said, then turned and left with an air of dominance, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

That was Teacher Zhang Mo, right? Not the Dean or the Elder of the Sea God Pavilion, right? Why are we a little scared?

"Well, we'll be going now." The two teachers from the Academic Affairs Office took off running. It's too much trouble if we get dragged into a fight between gods.

Du Weilen sighed softly and said, "I'll take Teacher Mujin to the infirmary."

This incident came to an end, and from this day forward, no one would dare to use Huo Yuhao as a pawn in the power struggle.

Because Zhang Mo is behind him!

Of course, some people have also given Zhang Mo a nickname because of today's events: Mad Dog Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo calmly walked towards the fifth-grade school building with his books in his arms.

He is still teaching Class 1 this semester.

I was a little late because I went to support Huo Yuhao.

Zhang Mo pushed open the door and walked into the classroom. The entire classroom was silent, and everyone waited quietly for Zhang Mo.

With a barely perceptible smile on his face, Zhang Mo said, "Very good. A holiday has passed and you haven't forgotten whose students you are. I'm very pleased."

"Next, I'll tell you about the academy's promotion assessment..."

……

Soon, the morning classes ended, and Jiang Nannan followed Zhang Mo to his makeshift office.

Although the upgrade assessment has not yet started, the teaching building needs to be made available for the new students, so the incoming fifth graders have moved to the new teaching building first, and Zhang Mo's makeshift office has also been changed.

He went to the office and handed a new magnetic card to Jiang Nannan.

"Has Xu Sanshi been bothering you lately?" Zhang Mo asked curiously.

"It's rare now. Someone told me that he sometimes spends time alone."

"yes……"

Zhang Mo gently pinched his chin, deep in thought. It seemed that Xu Sanshi's fate had also quietly changed.

He raised his hand to look at the soul tool; it was getting late.

"Nannan, it's the same as always these days, thank you for your help." He handed his notes and lesson plans to Jiang Nannan, "I might be very busy these next few days."

……

In the afternoon, at Shrek Academy's fighting arena.

The incoming second-year students gathered here one after another.

Dai Huabin came over to provoke Huo Yuhao and made a bloody bet.

Wang Yan happened to be passing by and changed the bet to the loser having to kowtow to the other party to admit defeat.

"No, Wang Yan, this is so boring."

Wang Yan turned his head upon hearing the sound, and Zhang Mo walked over from a distance with his hands behind his back.

"Master." Huo Yuhao bowed respectfully.

"Hello, Director Zhang." The other students simply greeted him.

Zhang Mo walked over and ruffled Huo Yuhao's hair, then looked at Dai Huabin and asked, "How is Teacher Mu Jin?"

This was undoubtedly a provocation to Dai Huabin, but Dai Huabin was powerless to do anything about it, given Zhang Mo's identity.

"Teacher Mu... she's alright," Dai Huabin replied through gritted teeth.

"Really?" Zhang Mo looked at Dai Huabin with a feigned surprised expression.

"And what about you, Hua Bin?"

"What?"

"Hey, what about you, Hua Bin?" Zhang Mo leaned closer to Dai Hua Bin and whispered in his ear, "You think I'm talking nonsense? Didn't Teacher Mu tell you? Anyone who dares to bully my students in this academy again will be in big trouble."

"Zhang Mo, you mustn't!" Wang Yan quickly advised.

"Master!" Huo Yuhao called out.

Zhang Mo then withdrew his outstretched body, and Huo Yuhao quickly said, "Leave it to me, Master. I won't lose! This disciple is no longer the same as before."

Zhang Mo naturally believed in the weight of those words, so he nodded, then looked at Wang Yan, put his arm around him, and said, "Hahaha, I was just joking with a student. How could I go back on my word to a student? Come on, let's go up to the platform..."

And so, Zhang Mo, with Wang Yan in his arms, left the entrance of the arena.

Dai Huabin had never felt such humiliation. He was sweating profusely and felt as if he had just escaped death.

Zhang Mo is only nineteen or twenty years old! What a load of bull, a useless piece of trash who's bad at cultivation! What makes him dare to threaten me!

Dai Huabin's expression grew even more gloomy.

"Hua Bin..." Zhu Lu reached out her hand from behind, wanting to comfort him, but Dai Hua Bin was not one to listen to reason.

The high platform of the Colosseum.

All the second-grade teachers gathered together, along with Du Weiren.

The moment Mu Jin saw Zhang Mo, he smiled and reached out his hand to her, which startled Mu Jin so much that she quickly ran to the side.

Wang Yan looked on helplessly at this scene and said to his good brother Zhang Mo, "You shouldn't have done that."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mo's playful expression vanished. He looked up at the blue sky and quietly said, "Wang Yan, do you know?"

"When I first entered the academy, I was full of ambition, you know that, Wang Yan."

"But everyone looks down on me, do you know why?"

Wang Yan lowered his head and remained silent. He knew all too well, because he was also a theorist at Shrek Academy.

"Because my soul power level is low, my fists are small. Because I don't have a sect, or rather, I don't have a sect from Shrek Academy."

"I always want to prove that the world doesn't necessarily need to be proven with fists."

"But later I realized that I was the one who was wrong."

"Because you can only reason with someone who uses fists to reason with fists."

Before Wang Yan could say anything more, Zhang Mo patted him on the shoulder and gestured towards Huo Yuhao in the audience.

"Just watch, Wang Yan. Huo Yuhao will be the best example."

The assessment began, and everything remained the same.

Huo Yuhao still chose a hundred-year-old soul beast, and then used a simulated soul skill to simulate two hundred-thousand-year soul rings, scaring all the soul beasts in the arena to death.

Dai Huabin knelt down and kowtowed with resentment and what he called humiliation.

When Elder Gong unleashed his fury, Huo Yuhao received Elder Gong's probing attack.

Seeing Du Weiren's flustered state, Zhang Mo smiled, shook his head, and left.

The assessment resumed two days later.

Yan Shaozhe arrived at the high platform of the arena.

Watching Du Weilun bustling around Yan Shaozhe, Wang Yan looked at Zhang Mo, who returned a wry smile.