Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Zhang Mo pointed to the boy who was the first to raise his hand in opposition.

"Huh?" the boy exclaimed in disbelief, thinking he might have misheard.

But the next moment, a golden figure swept in front of him—it was Jiang Nannan!

Three spirit rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—appeared around her. The yellow ring, in particular, radiated light.

Jiang Nannan clamped the male classmate's body between her legs, flipped in the air, and kicked him out of the window that Zhang Mo had opened.

"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Mo smiled and clapped.

The remaining students who raised their hands all had the same incredulous expression. They couldn't believe that Zhang Mo would actually dare to make a move, and they couldn't believe that the aloof Jiang Nannan had become Zhang Mo's top henchman.

"I'll say it again, I don't care which class you came from, which teacher taught you, or even what your background is, what sect you belong to, or what royal family you come from."

"I don't care."

"If you don't follow my rules, get out of this class." Zhang Mo said this with what he thought was a very kind smile on his lips.

Little did the students below the stage know that the smile was very unfriendly, even a little... sinister.

Jiang Nannan was even more curious about this generous new teacher, wondering how he would handle the situation after this.

He was just a Soul Master, and was even unknown before winning the Master Cup. How dare he be so domineering?

Although there is a teacher in the academy with a very similar style, that teacher is a graduate of the academy and has a high rate of students advancing to the inner academy.

A girl who raised her hand trembled slightly, then shouted, "What right do you have to expel me! I know you, you're just a level 31 Soul Master! What right do you have to teach us? The students here either have similar or higher soul power than you."

"What right do you have!"

Zhang Mo didn't care at all after hearing this, and shouted at the classmate who had been thrown out of the window, "You're expelled! Go find Director Du Weilun to complain!"

Zhang Mo then closed the window, walked back to the podium, and looked at the extremely angry female student, saying, "Excuse me, what did you just say?"

"I said..." The female student's face was almost contorted with anger.

"Wait, wait." Zhang Mo interrupted the girl, flipping through the class roster. "Found it."

"Your name is Feng Yu, a level 33 Soul Master. Your Martial Soul is the Wind Leopard."

"It's me," the girl named Feng Yu answered almost roaringly.

Zhang Mo then called out the names of the remaining five students one by one from the student roster.

With a snap, Zhang Mo closed the student roster, his gaze slowly sweeping over the students below the stage once more. His expression was far more complex than when he had first entered the classroom.

Some watched with amusement, while others seemed indifferent, as if it were none of their business. In short, everything changed when they learned that Zhang Mo's soul power level was only level thirty-one.

Zhang Mo slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. That makes sense; this is the Douluo Continent. The level of soul power is paramount; it determines one person's attitude towards another.

But is this really right?

"That guy who dared to be the first to object, I fired him immediately. But I'll give you guys a chance, we'll go to the Soul Arena."

"I can take on all six of you by myself."

"I lost, which proves I'm incompetent and the academy misjudged people. I'm packing my bags and leaving. You all lost, so you're all expelled!" Zhang Mo said, staring into the eyes of the six students.

Upon hearing this, the students gasped in astonishment.

One level 31 Soul Master versus six Soul Masters. Putting aside the difference in Soul Power level, the sheer number of Soul Masters alone is enough to deplete the opponent's Soul Power and secure victory.

How could Zhang Mo possibly do that?

Battle Spirit Zone.

Normally, the Soul Fighting Zone should charge an entrance fee. However, Zhang Mo is a senior teacher, and he claims it's necessary for his classes.

So he brought his students here without spending a penny and even got a free referee.

Wang Yan, having heard the news from somewhere, rushed to the Soul Arena.

"Zhang Mo! Come here," Wang Yan called out.

"Hey? Teacher Wang, what brings you here?" Zhang Mo was quite surprised to see him.

"I've heard about it. You're going to challenge six people all by yourself. You're being too reckless. Your soul power level isn't high enough for that. It's very difficult," Wang Yan said, pulling Zhang Mo aside to dissuade him and trying to resolve the situation in a gentler way.

"Why, Teacher Wang? This is my first lesson! I definitely have to teach these arrogant little monsters a lesson."

"But your soul power level..."

"Teacher Wang Yan, do you know what my martial soul is?" Zhang Mo suddenly asked.

Wang Yan was taken aback upon hearing this. Yes, he had hurriedly brought Zhang Mo back to the academy from Tian Dou City, only knowing that his soul power was not high. He really knew nothing about his martial soul.

Seeing Wang Yan in a daze, Zhang Mo added, "Actually, I'm also a genius, but I prefer reading more books to cultivating."

He patted Wang Yan's hand, turned and walked towards the arena. "Alright, trust me. I was waiting to treat you to a meal when it was time to pay my respects, how could I leave the academy so early?"

Looking at Zhang Mo's confident demeanor, Wang Yan suddenly stopped feeling nervous for him.

He suddenly remembered that during the Masters Cup, he emerged as a dark horse. At that time, no one believed in him, but he confidently defeated him in the finals.

Zhang Mo walked into the Soul Arena step by step. Since it was still daytime, there were no spectators on the platform, only Zhang Mo's own students.

"Watch closely, this is the first lesson of the day. I will show you the importance of theory in practice!" Zhang Mo shouted to the students on the platform, raising his hands.

"Sigh." Jiang Nannan couldn't help but sigh as she looked down at Zhang Mo.

"What's wrong, Sister Nan? Do you also think he's bound to lose?" a girl next to Jiang Nannan said.

Jiang Nannan didn't answer the girl, but muttered to herself in a voice only she could hear, "I actually hope he wins. He still owes me twenty gold soul coins."

Zhang Mo felt a surge of inexplicable excitement. Although he had practiced countless times on his own since awakening his martial soul and soul skills, this was his first time fighting against a soul master. He was very curious about how far he could go.

"Start!" The referee waved his arm, announcing the start of the fight.

Zhang Mo waved to the six dissatisfied students in front of him.

"Come on, you six traitors, this is your last lesson at Shrek Academy."

"What are you pretending for!" Feng Yu had been holding back her temper all the way. She unleashed her martial spirit, and with a leopard's roar echoing throughout the entire battle arena, two feline ears appeared on her head, and long, sharp claws grew from her hands. Her body also looked a little stronger.

Three spirit rings, yellow, yellow, and purple, appeared behind her.

As the second yellow spirit ring flashed, Feng Yu slammed his foot into the ground, launching himself out like a cannonball.

The remaining people weren't idle either; they all displayed their martial spirits and spirit rings, charging towards Zhang Mo.

Looking at the six people rushing towards him and their yellow and purple spirit rings, Zhang Mo couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "As expected of students from Shrek Academy, they all have the best spirit ring combinations."

But everything has its flaws, and knowledge allows me to see through these flaws and feel the power that knowledge brings. Zhang Mo smiled to himself.

Seeing Zhang Mo suddenly laugh, Feng Yu's anger intensified.

"You won't be laughing for long! First Soul Skill!"

"Wind Claw!" Feng Yu's body was already very close to Zhang Mo, and her first yellow spirit ring flashed. Her right hand, wrapped in a violent hurricane, went straight for Zhang Mo's face.

Zhang Mo extended his right hand, and an object appeared in his palm. Yellow, yellow, and purple spirit rings appeared behind Zhang Mo.

Yellow and purple spirit rings flashed alternately behind them.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of Feng Yu.