Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Zhang Mo looked at the sky full of golden leaves without changing his expression, as if he were a villain without fear.

His right hand trembled slightly, and the hand holding the mirror sword pulled back slightly.

Then, Zhang Mo thrust his sword forward with all his might!

Angelic Sword Technique, First Move: Light Speed!

After making the forward thrust, Zhang Mo seemed to vanish from his spot.

No one could see his figure clearly; it was as if he had vanished from this world.

But in less than a breath, he stood behind Ye Wuqing with his right hand holding a sword, his left arm outstretched, and his right leg slightly bent.

What?!

Ye Wuqing turned his head to look at Zhang Mo's back, then looked at the place where his Golden Leaf Dance had shot.

There was no sign of Zhang Mo there, only Ye Wuqing's golden leaves scattered all over the ground.

How is that possible? How is that possible!

Ye Wuqing only realized that Zhang Mo's true form was behind him after several breaths had passed and he heard the heavy breathing of the second generation and the exclamations from the spectator stands.

He didn't believe it at first, so he went back to confirm it.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through Ye Wuqing's body.

He looked down and saw a deep gash on Ye Wuqing's abdomen. He reached out his trembling left hand to touch it in disbelief.

Yes, it's blood.

Ye Wuqing suddenly felt his legs go weak, and he slowly knelt on the ground before collapsing.

"Brother Ye!"

"Boss Ye!"

The students from Zhengtian Academy in the audience shouted anxiously upon seeing this.

Shrek Academy wins! Best of seven, four wins this round-robin tournament.

As the referee announced loudly, the people from Zhengtian Academy rushed up to the competition platform and carefully carried Ye Wuqing off the platform.

"We won? We won?!" Wang Yan was so excited he couldn't speak, and he covered his face with his hands.

"How...how is this possible? What kind of soul skill is this?"

Xiao Hongchen sat in the rest area, looking at the scene on the competition platform below, and asked.

Elder Ma also looked surprised, then frowned and said, "Could it be... a self-created soul skill?"

"A self-created soul skill?" Xiao Hongchen looked at Elder Ma and repeated the question in confusion.

"Yes, when Zhang Mo used this move, there were no spirit rings shining behind him, which means that this was not a spirit skill brought by his spirit rings."

"A self-created soul skill is a soul master's profound understanding of the essence of their own martial soul and the laws of soul power operation and combat techniques. It is a soul skill that is developed independently and does not rely on hunting soul beasts or the soul bones that grant it."

Old Ma gripped the railing tightly with both hands, staring directly at Zhang Mo in the arena below, and said, "So this is the true foundation of a master... a self-created soul skill."

Zhang Mo slowly stood up and exhaled a long breath.

pain.

All the muscles in his body were sore. Although the divine position was subtly improving Zhang Mo's body, he was still constrained by his low soul power, and his physical condition was still far from sufficient to unleash this divine skill.

Zhang Mo slowly turned around, taking each step with difficulty, gasping for breath with every step.

Wang Yan, Ye Guyi, and others also noticed the changes in Zhang Mo's body and came to the steps of the competition platform to greet him.

"Ouch, be gentle. Be gentle, it hurts!"

Zhang Mo winced in pain and had to be helped down the competition platform by the crowd.

"Zhang Mo, you are absolutely amazing!" Wang Yan said excitedly, looking at Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo gasped, gave a thumbs up, and said, "Of course."

After winning today's round-robin tournament, Shrek Academy has once again left the arena.

Although Xu Sanshi and Zhang Mo's performance today left a great impression on people.

However, people could clearly see Xu Sanshi's serious injuries and the aftereffects of Zhang Mo's "self-created soul skill," and a question gradually emerged in people's minds.

Are those Shrek's main tournament players?

Are the requirements for reserve players so strict this year? Are they really going to send out reserve players even when facing such a difficult situation to win?

Opinions were divided for a time.

This was within Zhang Mo's expectations. After all, according to the original plot, today should have been an extremely brutal 2-2-3 battle, with Shrek Academy winning by a narrow margin.

Wang Yan shed tears on stage, speaking out to save the reputation of these children who were preparing for the team, and won praise and recognition from the entire audience.

But Zhang Mo is no longer interested in this matter.

He barely made it back to the hotel, and the moment he lay down on the soft bed in the hotel room, he fell into a deep sleep.

The fatigue from muscle soreness made him sleep until the next morning.

When Zhang Mo woke up, his muscles were still swollen and sore, but to his surprise, his soul power had increased by one level, reaching level forty-five.

Wow, that's quite a fast pace of improvement.

Could this be a benefit of the Angelic Sword Technique? If I use my soul power a few more times, will it improve further?

But soon, Zhang Mo dismissed this crazy fantasy from his mind.

Looking back now, I realize that using that move on the field yesterday was too reckless. If anything had gone wrong, Ye Wuqing would have really lost his life on the spot.

We should use it with caution in the future.

At that moment, Wang Yan knocked on Zhang Mo's door.

"Zhang Mo, are you up? We need to head to the competition venue."

Zhang Mo then looked at his watch and realized it was getting late. He quickly got up to open the door, where he found Wang Yan and other students who were going to participate in the competition.

He also spotted a rare figure among the trainees: Ling Luochen.

"Oh? Ling Luochen? Your injury has healed?"

Ling Luochen maintained his aloof demeanor, simply nodding slightly in response to Zhang Mo's question.

Wang Yan kicked the paper bag in his hand and waved it in front of Zhang Mo, saying, "This is breakfast I packed for you. How are you feeling? Are you feeling alright? We're heading to the competition."

Zhang Mo took the paper bag containing breakfast, smiled, and walked out of the room: "Of course it's no problem, let's go."

On the way from the hotel to the competition venue today, Zhang Mo observed Wang Yan's every move without making a sound. Ling Luochen's return to the competition venue brought Wang Yan great confidence.

A smile finally appeared on his face, and he was no longer as gloomy as he had been a few days ago.

The moment they stepped onto the field, the crowd greeted them with the loudest cheers.

As was their custom, everyone walked into Shrek's private lounge.

Wang Yan then took advantage of the moment to explain to Zhang Mo the battle meeting that took place the previous night while he was away.

Zhang Mo waved his hand and said, "Nothing to fear."

As the temporary captain, Beibei stepped forward to draw lots on behalf of Shrek Academy.

Their opponent in this match is Changning Academy from the Star Luo Empire.

The captain of Changning Academy looked at Beibei with amusement in his eyes.

"I heard that something unexpected happened at Shrek Academy? Why haven't your regular team members arrived yet? And what about that little guy with the 100,000-year spirit ring?"

"Could it be that Shrek Academy is finished? And that 100,000-year spirit ring was fake too?"

As a local academy of the Star Luo Empire, Changning Academy, as the host, naturally could not show any weakness. It was truly unexpected for Zhang Mo to make such a boastful remark to Shrek Academy.

For a moment, Zhang Mo was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

At the same time, Zhang Mo was praying in his heart, "It has to be a team fight, please. Otherwise, other ways of slapping you in the face won't be as satisfying."