Transmigrating into Douluo Continent: I Am a Master

Under the influence of the intimidating sound, Zhang Mo's steps slowed down. He quickly manipulated the Mirror of Innocence to move around him to resist Gao Ye's high-frequency attacks of soul skills.

"Pfft, pfft—" Many sharp bamboo leaves still struck Zhang Mo's body, leaving wounds.

"Second Soul Skill, Refraction of Light!" Zhang Mo's Mirror of Innocence stopped emitting blinding light and, after a brief charge, unleashed a dazzling burst of light.

The light pierced Feng Momo's face, but Feng Yu shielded him at this crucial moment.

"Ah—" The scorching rays made Feng Yu scream involuntarily.

Mo Zijie turned his shield around and stood in front of her, finally blocking Zhang Mo's attack.

Feng Yu examined the dark wounds left on his arm by the light. "Is the second soul skill really this powerful?"

Mo Zijie charged toward Zhang Mo with his shield in hand. "Your martial spirit must not stray too far from your body. And if you are hit by my Xuan Tie Shield martial spirit, you will definitely lose your ability to fight, given your physique."

"First Soul Skill, Shield as Heavy as a Mountain; Second Soul Skill, Shield Charge!" Mo Zijie deliberately raised the shield high to prevent Zhang Mo's burst of light.

"You're absolutely right, but intentionally hurting your opponent is a foul," Zhang Mo said in a panic, and quickly backed away.

Seeing that Mo Zijie was unstoppable, Zhang Mo quickly turned and ran away. What Mo Zijie said was true. Even though he was a Soul Master now, he couldn't withstand being hit by that heavy shield.

During the escape, Zhang Mo continued to unleash beam attacks, trying to stop Mo Zijie.

This move made Mo Zijie increasingly excited, and he felt that defeating Zhang Mo was within reach.

"Go to hell!"

But as Mo Zijie and Zhang Mo got closer and closer, Feng Yu suddenly realized what Zhang Mo was up to.

"Mo Zijie, watch your step! Come back quickly!"

Zhang Mo's lips curled slightly upward; it was too late.

He stopped running and placed the Mirror of Innocence to his side. He then managed to dodge the impact, but the force of the collision was too great, and he was still knocked off balance.

Mo Zijie was smug because he had finally caused Zhang Mo real harm, but the next second he felt his body falling.

"ah--"

"Mo Zijie, out of bounds. Eliminated!" With the referee's loud announcement, Mo Zijie, who had fallen to the ground, finally realized what had just happened!

"Hahaha—" The students on the platform burst into laughter at the sight.

Jiang Nannan couldn't help but chuckle as she watched this scene.

The academy's teachers are all extremely powerful Soul Masters, so they often intimidate students with their overwhelming Soul Power. This is the first time they've managed to outmaneuver students with such low Soul Power as they have today.

"Zhang Mo! All you do is play tricks! Do you dare to fight me fair and square!" Mo Zijie shouted from below.

Zhang Mo ignored him, hugging his injured arm, and turned to look at Feng Yu not far away.

"Shall we continue?"

"you……"

"You've already lost."

Zhang Mo raised his unharmed arm and pointed it at Feng Momo, who had been using sonic soul skills behind Feng Yu. "He can't shout anymore, can he?"

Feng Momo was covering her neck at the moment, and her expression changed in surprise when Zhang Mo pointed it out.

"The groundhog's spirit has a unique sonic soul skill, but shouting for a long time will make his throat red and swollen, and the only soul master who could help him reduce the negative effects was eliminated by me at the beginning."

Then it pointed to Feng Yu and Gao Ye.

"You and Gao Ye cannot attack me together. Your Wind Leopard Martial Soul will unconsciously create a gust of wind around you when you attack, which will affect Gao Ye's Soul Skill."

"But neither of you is entirely confident of defeating me in a one-on-one fight, because neither of you can counter my blinding soul skill."

"I've already tricked Mo Zijie, who was the most restrained of me, into leaving the stage."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yu felt a sense of powerlessness. She gritted her teeth, wanting to deny everything he said, but she just couldn't open her mouth.

Because the result is already obvious.

A level 31 weapon spirit control-type battle spirit master simultaneously fought against six spirit masters and won!

"Classmates, this is the power of knowledge! Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated!" Zhang Mo raised his intact arm.

"Wow—" The students in the stands couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. Some even stood up and clapped for Zhang Mo. No one questioned Zhang Mo's strength anymore, because such a result was something they could not replicate.

Monsters will only identify with the same kind of monster.

Feng Yu was trembling all over, and Gao Ye, who was standing to the side, looked dejected. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't say anything when he saw her like that.

Did I lose? Does that mean I'll be expelled? My father's expectations of me... No, I can't lose here!

"Zhang Mo—" Feng Yu seemed to have made up her mind, and the spirit rings on her body lit up at the same time.

"Enough! That's enough!" A forceful voice, carrying immense soul power, rang out in the Soul Arena.

That familiar voice... Feng Yu put away his martial spirit and turned to look at the high platform. All the students on the platform also looked over at the same time.

Zhang Mo reached out to shield his eyes from the sun's rays, looking up from the high platform.

That's... Director Du?

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Office of the Head of the Martial Soul Department.

"Professor Zhang Mo, you know, I received the news of your joining the company, but I've never seen what you look like. The first time we met was to solve your problem." Du Weilun said to Zhang Mo, whose arm was wrapped in bandages, sitting in his office chair. "I had just gone to deal with the expulsion of a new student, and the student came to my office saying that he had been expelled."

"And you actually let one student throw another student out of the window during class!"

Du Weilen was not young and had worked at Shrek Academy for many years. As an instructor in the Martial Soul Department, he was usually stern and had slightly dark skin, but now that he was angry, his face looked even darker.

"And you, Wang Yan! I asked you to mediate, but what did you do? You just sat there watching and even applauded Teacher Zhang Mo!"

"Hehe..." Wang Yan scratched his head with one hand and smiled apologetically.

"Ahem, first of all, I need to clarify something," Zhang Mo said, seizing the opportunity. "Jiang Nannan can't be considered an ordinary student; she's been my teaching assistant since yesterday. Teacher Wang Yan was there yesterday, so he knows."

"That's true." Wang Yan nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Slap—" Watching Zhang Mo and Wang Yan sing in unison, he angrily slammed his hand on his solid wood desk and stood up.

"I don't care if she's a teaching assistant or not, you can't let one student throw another student out the window in class!"

"Uh...but Director Du Weilen, I can't throw him by myself, my soul power level is low." Zhang Mo said with a troubled expression.

Veins throbbed visibly on Duvelen's forehead. He was furious. There were many eccentric teachers in the academy, but this was the first one who would throw such a tantrum.

"Teacher Zhang Mo, the resume that Dean Yan gave me states that you are the champion of the Masters Cup."

"Yes, it happened just a few days ago."

"I thought you were an intellectual, a respectable person. But look at the way you're throwing a tantrum in front of me now, I seriously doubt your background. I'm starting to wonder if you're some kind of comedian from Tian Dou City, the champion of the Comedy Cup, or maybe you're some kind of relative of Dean Yan?"

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