“What… what is this, a martial soul?” Zhu Zhuqing stared at the thirty-meter giant behind Mo Feng in disbelief, her mind going blank. What kind of martial soul was this, to possess such height? Even Teacher Zhao Wuji seemed pathetically small in comparison when his true spirit martial body manifested.
“What’s happening? First spirit ring, ten thousand years; second spirit ring, ten thousand years; third spirit ring, one hundred thousand years!!” Flanders was internally exploding.
“These detestable fellows, to hide something so important from me!” Flanders was somewhat annoyed that Zhao Wuji and the others hadn’t made things clear last night, but he didn’t realize he himself had interrupted Zhao Wuji.
“No wonder this kid is so arrogant and unrestrained. No wonder Old Zhao said we must keep him here.”
“Martial soul~, sixty-third level Dragon Pattern Stick Master, Li Yusong, Assault Type.”
“Seventy-first level Sugar Bean Master, Shao Xin, Food Type.”
“Sixty-sixth level Star Luo Chess Master, Lu Qibin, Control Type.”
“Then let us see just how capable you are.” Li Yusong and the other two stood ready. The moment they saw Mo Feng’s martial soul, they understood that Zhao Wuji alone might not be able to keep Mo Feng.
But this child is simply too outstanding; we have to keep him.
“Hahahaha, good, thank you all, teachers, for perfecting me.”
“Bang~”
“Ah~~”
After his excitement, Mo Feng threw a straight punch at Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji couldn’t react at all and was sent flying by Mo Feng’s punch with a scream, smashing through many buildings along the way and flying towards the back mountain.
“What…”
“This… is this a joke? A seventy-sixth level defensive Soul Saint sent flying with one punch.” Dai Mubai said, his mouth dry.
Flanders was even more stunned.
At this moment, Mo Feng said, “It’s too cramped to fight here. I’ll wait for you in the back mountain. I hope by the time you get there, Teacher Zhao Wuji can still stand.”
As Mo Feng’s figure flickered, he vanished without a trace.
“So fast~” Zhu Zhuqing exclaimed.
“Tang San, was he fighting you guys like this too?” Dai Mubai murmured, asking.
“Uh, no.”
At this time, Xiao Wu spoke up discontentedly, “Isn’t now the time to be discussing this? Shouldn’t we be going to check the situation?”
With that, she leaped a few times and disappeared. Zhu Zhuqing also vanished from her spot with a whoosh, while Ning Rongrong ran, and ran incredibly fast.
As a Support Soul Master, survival is paramount; this was the principle she had been taught since childhood, her basic training involving running with weights.
“Let’s go~” Flanders said, only to find no one beside him. He felt a bit awkward.
Meanwhile, in the woods of the back mountain, Mo Feng had already put away his martial soul and was sparring with the Shrek Academy instructors using his physical strength.
When they arrived, they found Mo Feng lifting a tree that required two adults to encircle and swinging it around.
Yes, they saw correctly; he was indeed swinging it.
Li Yusong and the others couldn’t get close. Moreover, if Mo Feng were to hit them, they would likely suffer severe injuries.
“This little fellow is outrageously strong!” Shao Xin, after tossing a few sugar beans to Zhao Wuji and the others, couldn’t help but complain.
“Indeed, even I can’t do what he can. Be careful, this kid is really strong.” Zhao Wuji, having just taken a straight punch from Mo Feng, felt like he had been hit by a hundred-thousand-year-old Soul Beast. In just one blow, he could barely stand.
If not for Shao Xin’s timely reaction, he would have been in great danger.
“Big guy, be careful.” Mo Feng lifted a two-meter-thick log and smashed it down towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji felt his hair stand on end and quickly flashed away from his original position.
“Crack!” A white light flashed, and then three large trees turned to dust.
“Not bad, again.” White lights flashed from Mo Feng’s fingertips, and crackling sounds echoed around. Zhao Wuji, caught off guard again, gasped in pain after being hit, though it was only a glancing blow.
“Dodging back and forth like this is boring, so let me show you my self-created third spirit ability: Divine Skill - Vacuum.” A transparent object enveloped Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji watched his surroundings with alarm, feeling the danger intensifying, and his unease growing. Yet, he didn’t know how to dodge.
“Divine Skill - Vacuum!” Mo Feng was a little dissatisfied; under Zhao Wuji’s true spirit martial body, it took so long to activate the vacuum skill.
Zhao Wuji was wrapped by an invisible force, like a caged bird, suspended in mid-air.
“Uh…” Zhao Wuji felt the blood flow in his body slow down, the air in his body seemed to be sucked out, he tried to breathe but couldn’t feel a trace of air, his chest felt tight, his heart beat rapidly, his eyes widened, and he clutched his neck to try and retain a little breath.
“Disperse.” Mo Feng looked at Zhao Wuji’s state and was very satisfied with his spirit ability, but he couldn’t kill him.
“Cough… Hah… Cough cough cough cough!” Zhao Wuji fell to the ground, coughing violently, gasping for fresh air. He had felt like he was on the verge of death.
“My apologies, Teacher Zhao, Oscar, give me some sausages.” Mo Feng shouted. The surrounding air, under Mo Feng’s control, gathered towards Zhao Wuji, who was gasping for air like a dying person.
“……” Mo Feng waited for a while, but Oscar didn’t come.
“Oscar, are you dead yet?” Mo Feng shouted again. He looked towards Tang San’s group and saw everyone in a daze. Shaking his head, he dragged Zhao Wuji towards them.
Zhao Wuji didn’t want to move at all now. He vowed to never fight Mo Feng again, not even if he died. He just wanted to lie in bed. Revenge? Impossible, never in this lifetime. Just because of the two youngsters injured during his fight with him, this monster appeared. Even with his full power, he was beaten so badly. Humiliation? Was humiliation more important than survival?
“Old Zhao, I’m sorry, I just wanted to see how powerful my self-created spirit ability was. Don’t look like that.” Mo Feng felt he should leave Zhao Wuji some dignity. But Zhao Wuji looked as if he didn’t believe him.
“Fine, I admit it, I just wanted to beat you until you couldn’t take care of yourself.” Mo Feng compromised.
“Pfft.” The three girls couldn’t help but laugh seeing Mo Feng and Zhao Wuji’s interaction.
Dai Mubai’s mouth twitched, but he held back. Oscar was also red-faced, holding back laughter. Tang San was helpless against Mo Feng.
“Can… can someone really do this?” Oscar also wanted to know if there were many people like Mo Feng.
“I’d also like to know, but I dare to believe no one can compare to him anymore,” Zhao Wuji sighed.
“Then Mo Feng, how strong are you now?” Dai Mubai was the first to ask Mo Feng.
“I don’t know.” Mo Feng genuinely didn’t know, as he hadn’t fought any strong opponents.
“You don’t know? How can you not know?” Ning Rongrong couldn’t help but interject. How could someone not know their own strength? Their spirit power level and spirit abilities could determine their strength.
“Uh… I don’t know how to explain it in a way you’ll believe.” Mo Feng, seeing that it was difficult to explain, stopped trying.
“How did you become so strong?” Zhu Zhuqing also asked.
“Uh, training and various opportunities made me strong.” Mo Feng really didn’t know how to answer these questions.
“Sigh~, being too strong isn’t always good. I can’t find an opponent who can match me at full strength. It’s lonely,” Mo Feng continued to himself, even humming a song about being invincible from his past life by Deng Chao, completely disregarding the gritting teeth expressions of those around him.
When the group of five arrived at the large training ground, a groggy Oscar had also arrived, eating a sausage he had made himself.
Oscar’s appearance had changed dramatically, mainly in that his beard was gone.
Seeing him, Tang San almost didn’t recognize him. Without his beard, Oscar looked completely different.
“This is Oscar’s appearance. He is indeed a bit handsome.” Mo Feng looked at Oscar without his beard; he did have a touch of handsomeness.
“Give me some too, I haven’t eaten anything this morning?” Mo Feng reached out to Oscar for a sausage, and then started a competition with Oscar on who could eat more.
Ning Rongrong was quite early, and Zhu Zhuqing arrived slowly last.
Then, the few of them chattered away, especially Tang San and Oscar. Mo Feng silently ate the sausages Oscar handed him.
While they were talking, a middle-aged man walked over from another direction of the training ground.
Seeing this person, Tang San and Xiao Wu were visibly startled. The newcomer appeared to be around fifty years old, stout, with a very distinctive face: his chin protruded slightly forward, his cheekbones were wide, his face was flat, and he had a somewhat hooked nose. If one had to use an object to describe him, his face was somewhat like the sole of a shoe. Although his eyes were closed, he had a cunning look. He wore black-rimmed crystal glasses with a rigid, square frame.
Mo Feng, who was familiar with some of the plot, knew about this person since Tang San bought the hair crystal the day before, so he didn’t even look.
Xiao Wu exclaimed, “Isn’t that Uncle Scammer?”
Oscar was surprised, “Uncle Scammer? This is our dean, the founder of Shrek Academy, Flander the Four-Eyed Owl. He’s a seventy-eighth level Soul Saint, even stronger than Teacher Zhao. And he has a flying beast martial soul, which is quite rare among Battle Soul Masters. Fatty is his direct disciple.”
Xiao Wu murmured, “That’s good, only seventy-eighth level. I never expected that classic saying, ‘only accepts monsters, not ordinary people,’ to come from his mouth. Uncle Big Sausage, do we have any Soul Douluo level Soul Masters at our academy?”
Oscar shook his head, “Please call me Sausage Vendor Oscar. Do you think Soul Douluos are a dime a dozen? They are everywhere. There are no more than a hundred experts at the Soul Douluo level or above on the entire continent. They are all supported by the empires and their subordinate kingdoms. As for Titled Douluo, the two empires combined only have about ten. They are not that easy to meet.”
Xiao Wu seemed to sigh in relief, “That’s good.”
“Xiao Wu, don’t worry, I’m here for everything,” Mo Feng said to Xiao Wu.
“What? Don’t tell me you… you know!?” Xiao Wu’s eyes flickered, avoiding Mo Feng’s gaze, and she seemed worried.
“Silly girl, don’t forget, you are my and Little San’s sister. If anyone wants to touch you, they’ll have to ask me first.” Mo Feng gave Xiao Wu a head pat. Mo Feng didn’t want Xiao Wu to live in constant fear.
“Brother~” Xiao Wu felt happy yet worried, lowering her head, lost in thought.
“Brother Feng, Xiao Wu, what are you talking about?” Tang San looked at Mo Feng and Xiao Wu, feeling something was strange.
“It’s nothing, I just wanted to pat Xiao Wu’s head.”
“Hmph.” Xiao Wu broke free from Mo Feng’s head pat.
As Mo Feng and the others listened to Flander’s long-winded speech, Mo Feng’s eyes grew heavier; he couldn’t stand it. Wouldn’t it be better to get straight to the point?
Indeed, after his long preamble, Flander nodded at Oscar and Ning Rongrong and said, “Your lesson today is physical training. Starting now, run twenty laps around the entire village. If you don’t return before lunch, you won’t eat lunch. You can use your martial souls for assistance. Now, depart. Oscar, you’re in charge of leading the way.”
This was a matter for the two Support Soul Masters, Ning Rongrong and Oscar.
“Yes.” Ning Rongrong answered and immediately ran out without hesitation. Oscar glanced resentfully at Dai Mubai and the others standing nearby before following.
Flander pointed at Tang San and said, “You come with me alone.”
Mo Feng knew what they were going to discuss and ignored it, walking towards Oscar and the others.
……
Ning Rongrong glanced at Oscar strangely and suddenly said something extremely fierce, “This old lady still has two sweet bean buns! Eat my head!”
Mo Feng, having just arrived, heard Ning Rongrong’s fierce remark and his face twitched.
Afterward, seeing Ning Rongrong actually going to Soto City to eat, Mo Feng followed and sat opposite Ning Rongrong, ordering a meal as well.
Ning Rongrong glanced at Mo Feng strangely and ate her meal with her head down.
“Do you have friends?” Mo Feng asked Ning Rongrong.
“I do,” Ning Rongrong replied, not wanting others to know she didn’t have friends.
“You don’t. You’re not a bad person, just spoiled by Sword Grandpa and Bone Grandpa. In your sect, you’re afraid of everyone, so you don’t have friends.” Mo Feng said nonchalantly, without looking up, as he spoke about Ning Rongrong.
“Who are you exactly? How do you seem to know me so well?” Ning Rongrong looked at Mo Feng, giving him a look that said she would make him pay if he didn’t speak.
“If you want to know, then run twenty-five laps and become an indispensable part of Shrek. If one day you can go against your father, Ning Fengzhi’s wishes for the sake of other Shrek students, I will tell you my secret.” Mo Feng said leisurely after finishing his meal and paying, then left.
“Who is he, and why does he know things about me? I must find out. Hmph, you want me to run twenty-five laps? Who do you think you are?” Ning Rongrong had no intention of listening to Mo Feng.
Mo Feng’s Spiritual Power could almost cover the entire Heaven Dou Empire, so he knew Ning Rongrong wouldn’t listen, but he didn’t care.
……
After Oscar finished running, Flander began to scold Ning Rongrong.
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Flander smiled calmly, “If I were afraid of consequences, this academy wouldn’t exist. This is my territory, I make the rules. Mubai.”
“Dean.” Dai Mubai stepped forward, his gaze towards Ning Rongrong still filled with disbelief. He vaguely understood that this was Ning Rongrong’s true nature, but she had hidden it so well yesterday.
Flander said, “Go get Miss Ning Rongrong’s belongings from her room and send her away. If she resists, I permit you to use any means necessary.”
……
As Ning Rongrong cried and ran back to the dormitory, Flander led Mo Feng, Tang San, and the others to Soto City.
Soto Great Spirit Arena
“The so-called Great Spirit Arena is a place for spirit combat, where Soul Masters battle. Whether it’s the Heaven Dou Empire or the Star Luo Empire, there’s a saying: the Spirit Arena decides the rise and fall of a nation.”
Tang San frowned, “Dean, aren’t Soul Masters the noblest profession? Why is there a place like the Great Spirit Arena? Making a spectacle of spirit combat like performing for monkeys, what is that?”
“Cough cough cough cough.” Mo Feng choked on the tea he had just drunk from Tang San’s innocent and naive words, pounding his chest.
“Little San, are you here to be funny? But please say it earlier next time, my chest hurts a bit now,” Mo Feng quipped.
“Isn’t it?” Tang San asked doubtfully.
“……” Mo Feng fell silent. It was better to let Flander explain, after all, Tang San and Xiao Wu truly didn’t know these things.
Flander shook his head and smiled, “No, you’re wrong. Although I don’t like places like the Great Spirit Arena myself, I must admit that the Great Spirit Arena is definitely an important place to reflect a Soul Master’s value. You’re thinking about it too simply. The Great Spirit Arena has its own complete system and can even be considered a special power. It was jointly founded by the seven most renowned Soul Master families on the continent and does not belong to either of the two empires or the Spirit Hall. It can be said to be a third-party force. Its wealth rivals that of a nation. Soul Masters who gain fame in the Great Spirit Arena will become dazzling stars throughout the country, not only gaining immense profits but also great prestige. Moreover, the Great Spirit Arena is a relatively fair place; here, even if you kill a scion of a great family, you don’t need to worry about retaliation. This is its fairness.”
With that, Flander’s eyes sparkled with brilliance, “A Soul Master’s spirit power level is a symbol of their strength, and spirit rings are the best way to express it. However, this doesn’t represent a Soul Master’s true ability. Only titles obtained through personal effort in the Great Spirit Arena truly embody one’s strength.”
“Any level of Soul Master entering the Great Spirit Arena is simply represented by the word ‘Dou Hun’ (Spirit Combat). After winning the first match, they will receive a badge. Then, for every subsequent victory, they will earn a certain number of points. When the points reach a certain level, the badge’s rank will increase. This badge is a symbol of one’s rank in the Great Spirit Arena and is universally recognized in all major cities on the continent. The benefits of having a high-ranked badge are numerous; I won’t explain them in detail. The badge ranks are distinguished by the quality of minerals, with the lowest being Iron Badge, meaning Iron Douluo, and ascending in order: Copper, Silver, Gold, Purple Gold, Sapphire, Ruby, Diamond. A total of eight ranks.”
……
After Flander and Dai Mubai introduced it to Tang San and the others, the group walked towards the Soto Great Spirit Arena.
The Soto Great Spirit Arena is oval-shaped, reaching a height of one hundred and twenty meters. Internally, it is divided into one main arena and twenty-four sub-arenas, capable of accommodating sixty thousand spectators simultaneously, including one hundred VIP boxes. It is not only a place for Soul Masters to spar and exchange knowledge but also a place for various forces to display their strength.
Upon entering the Great Spirit Arena, the first thing that catches the eye is a large stone tablet engraved with countless names. Flander told Tang San and the others that these names belonged to those who died in spirit battles.
Registering for duels here is simple: just fill out a form including name, age, birthplace, and martial soul, and you can receive the initial Iron Douluo badge. Of course, registration requires a fee of ten Gold Soul Coins per person.
“Ding… Challenge one hundred people, reward: Clone Technique (can create clones based on one’s own element, clones obey the main body).” System.
“This is possible, but challenging one hundred people?”
“Damn it, is that even possible? Others won’t agree.” Mo Feng knew the rules of the Great Spirit Arena; this challenge of one hundred people would likely be very difficult. It wasn't that there weren't people, but that others wouldn't arrange it like this. However, after much thought, Mo Feng decided to try.
“Miss, I’d like to find your Spirit Arena manager. Could you please help me contact him? I have a big business deal to discuss.” Mo Feng found the front desk lady and started talking to her familiarly.
“Okay, please wait a moment.” The front desk lady looked up at Mo Feng’s extremely handsome face and, as if mesmerized, agreed.
While Mo Feng was talking to the front desk lady, someone in a VIP box on the second floor observed Mo Feng several times, seemingly confirming something.
“Don’t register yet, wait until I’m done before you guys do your own thing.” Mo Feng said to Tang San and the others after returning. This was because Mo Feng feared that some of them might be involved in the upcoming hundred-person challenge.
“What do you want to do?” Flander looked at this person who had crippled Zhao Wuji yesterday, wanting to know his intentions.
“Come, come, I have some business to discuss with Boss Flander,” Mo Feng said, then froze. He spoke too quickly and accidentally called him Boss Flander. Everyone else looked at Mo Feng, and the atmosphere became awkward.
“Ahem, don’t worry, this is a good opportunity to make money. If I go up to gamble later, bet whatever money you have on you, and I’ll compensate you if you lose.” Mo Feng thought of Shrek Academy’s poverty and feared that Master and Flander would ask him to pay later, so he wanted to earn some in advance.
“Okay.” Mo Feng was surprised that five people directly agreed, except for Fatty, this outsider who didn’t yet understand Mo Feng’s combat power.
“I… I don’t have any Gold Soul Coins.” Ma Hongjun also looked distressed. It seemed everyone had money except him.
“It’s tough for you, child,” Mo Feng said, looking at Ma Hongjun’s physique.
“Pfft.” Xiao Wu, understanding Mo Feng’s words, couldn’t help but laugh.
“Excuse me, were you looking for me?” The spirit arena supervisor, led by the front desk lady, asked from behind Mo Feng.
“That’s right. It was me. Can we find a place to talk?” Mo Feng didn’t want this group of people to gawk and exclaim beside them. “Just the two of us.”
“Okay, follow me.” The supervisor then led Mo Feng towards his office.
“I want to challenge a hundred Soul Masters, from level twenty to sixty are all acceptable. Whether it’s one person, two people, or several teams; all are fine. I will wager five million Gold Soul Coins. Whoever wins against me will get these Gold Soul Coins. I wonder if your Spirit Arena has any Soul Masters who dare to accept the challenge, specifically one hundred Soul Masters of different levels.” Mo Feng said, then looked at the Spirit Arena supervisor, wondering if they would agree.
“That’s impossible. Even the spirit arenas of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Spirit Hall have no such precedent.” The Spirit Arena supervisor couldn’t break the rules of the Spirit Arena. Regardless of Mo Feng’s strength, if such a precedent were set from the beginning, it would cause a lot of trouble in the future.
“Why don’t you ask the other Soul Masters if they are willing to take the five million Gold Soul Coins? If the Soul Masters themselves are willing, would the Soto Great Spirit Arena continue to obstruct?” Mo Feng didn’t believe anyone would refuse money.
“This…” The Spirit Arena supervisor was in a difficult position. Although Mo Feng’s words were not wrong, this had never happened in the Spirit Arena before, and he felt very conflicted.
“I suddenly find this matter quite interesting. If you have five million Gold Soul Coins as betting funds, I think those Soul Masters will agree,” said a person in luxurious attire, with a humble and polite demeanor, as they walked in. The person spoke as they walked.
“Good… then I’ll go ask the other Soul Masters,” the Soto Great Spirit Arena supervisor seemed to respectfully address this person.
“Excuse me, have we met before?” Mo Feng, although he knew that the young man had spoken up and the problem should not be big, had a feeling that he had seen this young man somewhere before.
“I also think we should have met, but I don’t remember either.” Xue Qinghe looked at Mo Feng, who was becoming increasingly handsome, and wanted to tease him. Xue Qinghe naturally remembered Mo Feng, the one who said, ‘You pay, I’ll do the job.’ He was already so powerful six years ago; who knows how he is now.
“Oh, it’s impossible. I just feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before, but I can’t remember.” Mo Feng scratched the back of his head, still unable to recall.
Mo Feng stood up and walked towards the young man, sniffing him with his nose.
“Smells good, still can’t remember.” After smelling him, Mo Feng confirmed again that he couldn’t remember.
"Are you a dog? Is that how you recognize people?" Xue Qinghe blushed and cursed at Mò Fēng.
"Heh, sorry about that. I thought I found someone with similar tastes. But you smell really good. What do you usually use to bathe?" Mò Fēng showed no embarrassment on his face.
Half an hour later.
"Respected VIP, we already have a hundred spirit masters who have agreed. When would you like to begin? Please tell me your current ring count." The supervisor of Suǒtuǒ Grand Spirit Arena bowed to the noble youth and then said to Mò Fēng.
"Three-ring spirit master." Mò Fēng had no intention of showing this supervisor his Soul Ring configuration.
…………
After Mò Fēng returned, he shouted to everyone, "Quick, quick, let's go place our bets. Wow, a 1 to 5 odd for them, a 1 to 1 odd for a hundred people, and a 1 to 5 odd for Mò Fēng. Not bad! Let's bet one million Gold Soul Coins on Mò Fēng." The Shǐláikè group followed and bet on Mò Fēng.
"Your Highness, why did you just change the odds from 10 to 1 to 5 to 1? This way, Suǒtuǒ Grand Spirit Arena won't earn much Gold Soul Coin." The supervisor of Suǒtuǒ Grand Spirit Arena bowed and said, looking at Xue Qinghe's retreating back.
"You'll see." Xue Qinghe also wanted to know if Mò Fēng could win this impossible Soul Fighting match. Although he could fight a fifty-thousand-year Soul Beast six years ago, humans and Soul Beasts are different.
On the Soul Fighting stage, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo was standing in the center. He cleared his throat and announced loudly, "Next, we at Suǒtuǒ Grand Spirit Arena will present an unprecedented battle. This is a Soul Fighting match where one person gambles against a hundred spirit masters. Please remember, it's one person against a hundred spirit masters. Furthermore, this one person's requirement for the hundred spirit masters is a group of a hundred composed of spirit masters above level twenty and Soul Emperors at level sixty. Now, please let both sides prepare to enter the arena."
The Shǐláikè group members felt as if lightning had struck them, leaving them bewildered.
It turned out that 'a hundred people' was not the name of a person, but a combination of one hundred different spirit masters.
"No, I need to get my Gold Soul Coins back. A team composed of a hundred spirit masters, and from level 20 to level 60. Even Soul Douluo wouldn't dare to provoke them easily, and Titled Douluo wouldn't casually provoke such a team. This kid wants to drain Shǐláikè Academy's funds as soon as he arrives!" Flandre paced back and forth, saying this. He wanted to get the wager back, as those thirty thousand Gold Soul Coins were all his savings. He didn't want to lose it all at once.
"Don't do that, Dean Flandre. This is one of the few opportunities to make money. We won't have such chances in the future." Mò Fēng was also afraid that Flandre would go and get the wager back, which would truly make him the ATM of Shǐláikè Academy from then on.