The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

"Using a single level-one spell consumes almost all of my soul power. It seems that I need to work harder." Mu Bai said to himself in a slightly tired tone, but his spirit was extremely excited and peaceful. Excited.

Looking up at the sky full of stars.

For a moment, Mu Bai felt like he was reborn as a human being. In the past three years, he had endured too many insults and supercilious glances from others. Just now he had proved with his actions that he was not a waste. The depression that had accumulated in his heart for many years seemed to have disappeared at this moment.

Mu Bai, who never shed tears easily, couldn't help but shed tears of excitement at this time.

"I, Mubai, want to use my fighting spirit to change my destiny! I am not a waste, nor an idiot. This is the shame imposed on me by you snobbish people. I will wash it off sooner or later!" Mu Bai clenched his fists , nails dug deep into the flesh, and said to the night sky word by word.

On the cliff, the frivolous young figure turned around resolutely, and slowly returned to the way he came along the hillside.

After returning home, Mu Bai was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night, all he could think about were the two fighting spirits in his body, and it was difficult to explain the reasons for all this.

……

The next morning.

At the entrance of Grand Town, a group of thirteen and fourteen-year-old children each carried their bags. Their eyes were full of dreams, and they were about to report to the Advanced Soul Master Academy they had been admitted to.

The parents of the group of children stood in front of them, with proud smiles on their faces, as well as the sadness of parting and the children saying goodbye to each other.

"Rand!"

At this time, a thin figure quickly ran over from the town, and he quickly found Rand in the crowd.

"Papaya, why are you here?" Rand looked at Mu Bai who was walking in front of him and smiled.

Mu Bai took down an iron sword about one and a half meters long hanging from his shoulder, handed it to Lande and said, "My good brother, I only have this for you, it is the best sword my father made! "

"Papaya, this is too expensive, you should take it back." Rand said a little embarrassed.

Mu Bai smiled and said: "I know you can't afford an iron sword all the time, so take it quickly, why should you be so polite to me if you are brothers?"

"Then I won't be polite, thank you papaya!" Rand gladly took the iron sword in Mu Bai's hand, stretched out his hand to caress the finely decorated scabbard, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.