Douluo: Tang Hao kills me, the son pays for the father's debt

Chapter 82: First game of the promotion match, Mo Bai wants to take on seven
Xue Qinghe turned his head away. Although he was acting, the more he looked at Mo Bai, the angrier he became, and he couldn't help but want to beat him up.

Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Okay, Xiaobai, listen to Uncle Ning's advice and don't be angry with your elder brother Xue. It's not easy for him either. You should be considerate of him."

Mo Bai tilted his head and thought about it, then said reluctantly: "Well, for Uncle Ning's sake, I'm wrong this time."

Xue Qinghe then turned his head back and said hatefully, "I won't argue with you."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head and said to Mo Bai, "Xiaobai, I heard from Qinghe that your soul power is about to break through level 50. Soul Kings of your age are rare in the soul master world. Have you decided what kind of soul ring you need? You can tell me whatever it is. I will definitely help you even if I have to spend all my money in the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect."

"Uncle Ning, I won't be polite. This time I want a fantasy soul beast as my soul ring, with an age range of 30,000 to 50,000 years."

Mo Bai's soul power is still a little short of level 49, but based on the principle of not taking something that is good for him, he immediately put forward his own idea. Of course, the soul rings were randomly made up, and he had not yet considered what specific soul ring he wanted.

Ning Fengzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Xiaobai, you are a strong attack spirit master, so you should focus on strength and speed. But the illusion spirit beasts are famous for their mental power. Can you tell me what you think?"

Mo Bai said innocently, "I feel that I have too few means of attack, and don't you think that spirit skills like illusions are very powerful? The enemy can be killed by me without even touching me. Just thinking about it is very interesting."

After hearing Mo Bai's explanation, Ning Fengzhi really didn't know what to say. Now he finally understood Xue Qinghe a little. This kid's ideas were indeed different from those of ordinary people. However, he still advised,
"Xiao Bai, illusion-type soul skills are indeed great, but have you ever considered a problem? This type of soul skill is related to mental strength, which means that the stronger the mental strength, the greater the power of the soul skill. Do you think your mental strength is strong?"

Mo Bai thought about it seriously and said, "It should be okay."

Xue Qinghe rolled his eyes, and Ning Fengzhi looked helpless. In order to correct Mo Bai's wrong thinking, Ning Fengzhi racked his brains and talked until his lips were worn out, but to no avail.

Mo Bai not only had a stubborn temper, but also had a lot of twisted ideas. In the end, Ning Fengzhi had no choice but to give up and fled the scene with Xue Qinghe.

Both of them were very angry with Mo Bai. After leaving, they kept complaining as they walked, and before they knew it, they had arrived at the Shrek Academy's headquarters.

The two were in a bad mood, and just when they were hesitating whether to go in and take a look, they were seen by Tang San, who greeted them.

Helplessly, the two could only walk over. Shrek Academy welcomed the two very much. After Tang San introduced them to everyone, Flender seized the opportunity to reach a cooperation with the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Just when both parties were enjoying themselves, the topic shifted to Mo Bai unconsciously. As the topic deepened, Ning Fengzhi told Mo Bai about his recent visit.

Shrek has a new understanding of Mo Bai, but they are very happy in their hearts. The more Mo Bai is like this, the lower the probability that he will become a threat in the future.

Xue Qinghe saw that it was getting late and their goal had been achieved, so they said goodbye to Shrek together with Ning Fengzhi.

The promotion round does not have multiple arenas taking place at the same time like the qualifiers. Instead, there is only one competition venue, which is the Grand Campus of the Royal Knights.

A total of fifteen teams participating in the promotion round will compete in fourteen rounds of round-robin matches, one round per day, with one team having a bye every day and seven games.

The university grounds have been renovated, and an area of ​​100 meters in diameter has been drawn in the center as the competition ground. Compared with the qualifier arena, the space here is wider, and it is naturally easier to display one's strength.

A VIP seat was temporarily built on the north side, which also served as the referee seat. There were not as many VIPs as last time, and there were fewer nobles. Looking around, except for the first row of Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and Platinum Bishop Saras, the seats behind were filled with people dressed as military commanders and some high-level officials of the Tiandou City Wuhun Hall.

After all, team battles are quite chaotic and many things are difficult to see clearly, but the promotion match is different. Every student will show their personal strength in front of everyone. This is also the best time to evaluate the strength of a soul master.

Outside the Grand Parade Ground, a full 10,000 Royal Knights surrounded the entire field, their helmets and armor shining. The Royal Knights in the front row stood on the ground, while the ones in the back row sat upright on their mounts.

The rules of the game are very simple. Each team sends seven players to participate. Each player must fight until they are defeated. The winner will face the next opponent until all seven players on one side are defeated.

The draw was completed last night. The Tiandou team was not so lucky. Their opponent was a high-level spirit master academy from the Barak Kingdom. And they were scheduled to play in the first of the seven games today.

Emperor Xue Ye stood up from the VIP seat and said loudly through the soul guide: "The promotion competition officially begins today. In the next fourteen days, I hope that the teams from each academy can fully demonstrate their own strengths and show the demeanor that soul masters should have. The competition officially begins."

As soon as he finished speaking, shouts like a landslide and tsunami rang out in unison, "Long live, long live, long live." The Royal Knights raised their lances high in the air. The clanging of their armor and their loud shouts immediately scared the participating soul masters.

As the host announced the contestants' entry, Mo Bai walked directly to the center of the school field. The first person to appear from Barak Academy was a tall young man who looked to be in his twenties, wearing a black school uniform with gold edges.

After seeing the two people in position, the referee was about to announce the start of the game, but then Mo Bai spoke:

"and many more."

Mo Bai saluted the bigwigs in the VIP seats and said to Emperor Xue Ye:

"Well, Your Majesty, I think a one-on-one fight is a waste of time. Why don't we let Barak Academy fight together so that we can finish the fight early and rest early."

Mo Bai's domineering declaration made all the academies present drop their jaws in shock. They all speculated about Mo Bai's origins and background. Only Barak Academy was furious, thinking that he was looked down upon, and immediately tried to speak out to stop him.

At this time, Emperor Xue Ye did not immediately express his opinion, but looked around and said, "What do you think?"

The big guys sitting in the VIP seats were basically there watching the qualifiers. Mo Bai's strength was unquestionable, but it was too unfair to Barak Academy.

After the bosses discussed it, they finally reached a consensus. They didn't have any objections, but kicked the ball back.

Emperor Xue Ye said, "Mo Bai, although you are a student of my Tiandou Royal Academy, this does not conform to the rules of the competition. Let me give you ten minutes to discuss it. If Barak Academy has no objection, we will not object."

Mo Bai nodded, looked at the members of Barak Academy opposite him and said, "What do you say?"

Of course, Barak Academy was very angry. Although they wanted to win the game very much, it would not be glorious even if they won seven against one. If they lost, it would be even more shameful. They were a little conflicted.

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