Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

The area affected by the light was not large, but the light it emitted was so dazzling that Feng Yu had to stop and cross his hands to protect his eyes.

"What... what's going on? I'm going blind."

The five people following behind Feng Yu also stopped in their tracks, shielding their eyes from the blinding light.

When the light faded, Feng Yu opened her eyes, but Zhang Mo was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is he? Where is he?" Feng Yu looked around frantically.

"thump--"

The voice came from behind, and Feng Yu and the others quickly turned around.

Zhang Mo's right hand was held up in front of his chest with his five fingers clasped together in a knife shape. A mirror surrounded him, and a female classmate who had lost the ability to fight lay on the ground.

"Lu Chang!" Feng Yu shouted.

"Lu Chang is unable to fight!" The referee used his soul power to pull the fallen Lu Chang off the field.

"You were too blindly confident, thinking that my soul power level was too low to pose a threat to the six of you, so you neglected to protect the support soul master Lu Chang."

"And I've found your weakness," Zhang Mo said calmly, as if defeating one person at the start was an easy thing to do.

Feng Yu stared blankly at the mirror surrounding him.

The mirror was oval-shaped, neither too big nor too small, and was decorated with some simple and antique patterns and jewel embellishments, but its overall style was indeed grand and simple.

The higher the quality of a weapon spirit, the more exquisite its appearance tends to be.

In the Douluo Continent, beast spirits are often inherited through bloodlines, and many are well-known for their resemblance to spirit beasts. Even the spirit skills attached to spirit masters are often similar. For example, the Evil Eye White Tiger spirit of the Star Luo Empire is a spirit that can be inherited through bloodlines, and its attached spirit skills often include White Tiger Blazing Light Wave and White Tiger Protective Barrier.

However, weapon spirits are special. The origins of some powerful weapon spirits are untraceable. No one knows why weapon spirits look the way they do, and some are even things that don't exist in reality. Moreover, some powerful weapon spirits cannot be inherited through bloodlines, their appearances in history are extremely rare, and the spirit skills they produce are often extraordinary. Furthermore, weapon spirits are generally stronger than beast spirits after level 70, so some academics believe that weapon spirits represent the next direction of human spirit evolution, but this claim is too far-fetched and untenable.

So, what does the appearance of each rare and powerful weapon spirit mean for the spirit world?

No one knows its future.

On the high platform, Wang Yan looked at the martial spirit that Zhang Mo had unleashed, his eyes revealing shock, and he rubbed his hands together excitedly, a sign of his excitement.

An extremely rare Mirror Martial Soul. Zhang Mo, did Elder Mu hire you not just because of your knowledge...? Are you truly a genius?

"Is that your martial soul? A broken mirror?" Feng Yu sneered at Zhang Mo, hands on his hips.

"If you may, I hope you will call it the Mirror of Innocence, you traitor," Zhang Mo said with a smile.

Upon hearing the words "traitorous disciple," Feng Yu's lips twitched. Enraged, she shouted, "Mo Zijie, do it!"

A slightly muscular young man held a huge shield in front of everyone, and then a yellow hundred-year soul ring shone behind him as he raised the shield and charged towards Zhang Mo.

"Second Soul Skill, Shield Charge." He was furious. As a defensive Soul Master, he should have protected Lu Chang in the team, but because of his arrogance, they suffered casualties at the very beginning of the battle.

"Third Soul Skill, Fireball Technique." A girl waved a red wooden staff and launched several fireballs towards Zhang Mo's location.

"Third Soul Skill, Wind Demon Blade!" Feng Yu waved her claws, unleashing several wind blades.

"Second Soul Skill, Flying Leaf Blade!" The tall boy conjured a sharp bamboo leaf in his hand and threw it at Zhang Mo.

"Third Soul Skill, Roar of Deafening Sound!" A short boy with a pair of small, cute mouse ears on his head unleashed a deafening sonic wave, slowing Zhang Mo's movements.

The smart move was to raise their shields to prevent being blinded by the refraction of my Mirror of Innocence and to close the distance. The rest of them used ranged attacks to probe the strength of my martial spirit—that's how Shrek elites should behave. But…

"Bang—" Mo Zijie's huge shield and all his ranged attacks slammed into Zhang Mo's body.

It's done! In that instant, Feng Yu, Mo Zijie, and the rest of the people all had this thought in their minds.

But the next moment, with a snap, cracks began to extend outwards from the point of attack on Zhang Mo's body, eventually shattering into pieces.

"This, this is, a mirror?!" Looking at the pieces scattered on the ground, Feng Yu realized that they had been tricked by Zhang Mo again.

If this is a mirror that is so realistic that it can fool people, then Zhang Mo is now... Feng Yu had a bad feeling.

"Oh no..." Feng Yu quickly turned around.

"ah--"

A beam of light struck the girl holding the wooden staff with lightning speed, and she fell to the ground.

"Deng Yun'er, you have lost the ability to fight!" The referee once again used his soul power to pull her off the stage from a distance.

Feng Yu noticed that Zhang Mo was standing in the very spot where he had started, with his purple millennium soul ring shining brightly behind him.

Was that his third soul skill? When exactly did it happen...?

Feng Yu suddenly remembered that when Zhang Mo revealed his martial soul in front of her, both his yellow and purple spirit rings were glowing. Could it be that he had planned this from the beginning?

The remaining people dared not make any rash moves, and just stared at Zhang Mo, afraid that it was another mirror in front of them.

A drop of sweat slid down Zhang Mo's forehead.

Phew, that third soul skill, Mirror Reflection, consumed too much soul power. Luckily, everything went according to plan. There are still four people left on the field. Next…

Feng Yu's martial soul is wind-attribute, and she keenly sensed that Zhang Mo's breathing had become heavier, which meant that the ambush of the two people had greatly depleted his soul power and physical strength.

A smile returned to her face. "Follow me! Such a powerful soul skill must consume a lot of energy. There are still four of us. We'll wear him down even if we have to."

Mo Zijie stepped forward again with his shield, with Feng Yu and the tall boy with the bamboo leaf martial spirit on his left and right, respectively, while the rat-eared boy continued to use his soul skill to restrict Zhang Mo's movements from behind.

Zhang Mo's yellow spirit ring shone brightly, and the Mirror of Innocence hung high above his head.

"First Soul Skill, Refraction Flash." This is my first Soul Skill. It has very low energy consumption and can effectively restrict their movements.

"Set up the shield!" Feng Yu commanded.

Mo Zijie half-squatted down and placed the shield in front of everyone.

While they were blocking the bright light, Zhang Mo ran to the right.

"He went to the right! Gao Ye!" Feng Yu heard Zhang Mo's footsteps. "Feng Momo, don't stop!"

"Third Soul Skill, Bamboo Leaf Machine Gun!" Gao Ye's purple millennium soul ring glowed, and he hurriedly fired sharp bamboo leaves to the right from behind his shield.

The thousand-year-old soul ring behind the mouse-eared boy, Feng Momo, was also glowing.

"Third Soul Skill, Trembling Sound! Ah—"