Douluo Continent I: Martial Soul Demon Void Luo, adaptable to all things!

Not long after.

Mo Le and Tang San arrived at the playground and saw Xiao Wu and Xiao Chenyu each leading a team, standing facing each other.

It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early; the competition hadn't even started yet.

The work-study students in Dormitory 7 were preparing to let Wang Sheng take the stage.

However, at that moment, Mo Le's voice rang out.

"Please be patient with me, I'm here to help!"

"I'm here to represent Qishe in this battle," he said, arms crossed, exuding an aura of dominance.

"?" Tang San asked, a question mark appearing above his head.

Didn't we agree that I would come?

Wang Sheng, who was about to go on stage, turned around and was overjoyed.

Here comes the thigh!

A powerful figure with innate full soul power.

What else is there to say?

After you.

On the other side, the noble representative, Xiao Chenyu, sent a cannon fodder named Liu Long, whose martial soul was an iron rod.

"Release your martial spirit!"

Faced with Liu Long's challenge, Mo Le picked at his ear and looked at him with disdain.

"Just attack directly."

Upon hearing this, Liu Long's face darkened, and he rushed over with a stick in his hand.

"You said it yourself, so don't come crying to your mother if you get crippled!"

Liu Long moved with the speed of a shadow, rapidly approaching Mo Le's location.

He stepped forward with a zigzag motion, gathering all his strength in his legs, and leaped into the air, soaring half a zhang high. The iron rod in his hand flashed with a chilling light in the sunlight, accompanied by a whistling wind, and slammed down hard towards Mo Le's shoulder.

It's impossible that they killed anyone, since they were all just kids; they were just trying to show off their own superiority.

Judging from his aggressive demeanor, he was clearly determined to use this blow to decide the outcome and give Mo Le a severe blow that he would never forget.

Make sure the other person stays in bed for ten days or half a month.

pity……

With a simple raise of his hand, Mo Le caught the iron bar that was about to smash towards him.

He gripped the iron bar, and without the slightest hesitation, swung it violently, throwing himself and the bar aside.

Then, he glanced indifferently at everyone on Xiao Chenyu's side.

"Hmph, a bunch of brats..."

Two and a half minutes later...

"Brother, I was wrong, brother."

Xiao Chenyu, his face bruised and swollen, knelt down directly before Mo Le.

Just kidding, this is practically a humanoid spirit beast, it took them all down with its physical strength alone.

Mo Le nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this.

Being a leader of kids is no fun, but beating up unruly kids is a great way to relieve stress.

Beat the kid up!

Just as he was about to pull Tang San away to apply for Soul Master benefits at the Spirit Hall in Notting City, Xiao Wu appeared in front of the two of them.

"Wait a minute! Although I appreciate you telling me that becoming a Soul Master comes with a Gold Soul Coin subsidy, there can only be one leader in the Seventh Dormitory."

"Fight me. If you win, you'll be the boss. Otherwise, I'll still be the boss of Dormitory 7."

Upon hearing this, Mo Le's expression froze.

To reiterate, he has no interest in being the leader of the kids, let alone a title like "boss" (or "prison leader"), which is prone to backfire.

"I surrender."

Mo Le surrendered without hesitation, but Xiao Wu clung tightly to his arm and wouldn't let go.

"No, no, you have to fight me. Only the strongest can be the boss."

Mo Le was truly speechless.

You bastard, how can a 100,000-year-old soul beast in human form have such a childish mentality?

Having no other choice, he could only extend one finger and point it at Tang San.

"You fight Tang San, he's about my level. If you beat him, I'll make you the boss."

Xiao Wu jumped up excitedly upon hearing this.

"Really?!"

Mo Le nodded, his eyes full of sincerity.

As soon as Xiao Wu turned around, he immediately gave Tang San a wink.

He clenched his fist tightly, then made two throwing motions with a whoosh, and finally glared at Tang San, making a throat-slitting gesture.

Go all out, bring out all the stun grenades and flashbangs!

If you don't win, you'd better wait and see what happens to you.

Seeing this, Tang San understood Mo Le's implied action, shook his head, and looked at Xiao Wu with pity.

He had originally planned to let him win, but if he accidentally lost, he believed that Mo Le would definitely have a way to make him suffer a terrible defeat.

So, I'm sorry.

"Tang San, a first-year work-study student, his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, and he is a one-ring Soul Master."

Xiao Wu chuckled upon hearing this and gave Mo Le a smug look.

Her martial spirit is a rabbit, which eats grass. Just wait and call her Sister Xiao Wu.

Then, she looked at Tang San seriously, clearly preparing to unleash her full power.

"Xiao Wu, Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit, One-Ring Soul Master."

Xiao Wu didn't care that Tang San was a one-ring Soul Master, but Tang San was somewhat surprised that she had already become a Soul Master.

Yesterday, they were just like them, without any spirit rings, but now...

There really is always someone better than you.

Heroes from all over the world are as numerous as carp crossing a river.

After they signed up for each other, the two summoned their martial souls simultaneously in the next second, and two yellow hundred-year soul rings slowly rotated around their bodies.

A group of kids who hadn't left yet exclaimed in surprise.

"No way! A first-year student became a Soul Master!"

"My god, they're all hundred-year-old spirit rings!"

At the start of the battle, Xiao Wu immediately unleashed her first soul skill, Waist Bow, to enhance her waist strength and resilience.

She prepared to quickly close the distance to Tang San and unleash a series of cool and powerful eight-stage throws.

Unfortunately, the fish fryer accidentally blew up a shark.

Tang San gave her no chance. Several strands of Blue Silver Grass appeared around him, and the seed bomb exploded instantly, forcibly forcing Xiao Wu, who wanted to attack him at close range, back.

Immediately afterwards, he picked several seeds and threw them out using the Tang Clan's hidden weapon technique.

Every single one hit its mark precisely, Xiao Wu.

He held back, controlling and reducing the power of the seed bomb to an extremely low level, almost like taking a punch.

The children watching from the sidelines.

"That's incredible! To have this kind of strength in just first grade!"

"They will definitely become very powerful Soul Masters in the future."

"Keep it up!"

The children gasped in amazement, their eyes filled with envy and admiration.

The surrounding kids watched intently, some even jumping up excitedly to cheer them on.

at the same time.

With nowhere to hide, Xiao Wu chose to brave the explosion and rush to Tang San's side, but was still thrown away by his "Controlling Crane and Capturing Dragon" move, and then casually added another seed bomb.

Tang San used the same trick again, defeating Pian Tian with his first move, and continued to throw seed bombs at Xiao Wu from a distance.

Bomb Maniac: Tang San!

At last.

"oops!"

"I'm not fighting anymore, I surrender."

Before long, Xiao Wu, blushing, broke down and simply raised her hand to admit defeat.

She really couldn't do anything about Tang San. No matter how fast she ran, those seed bombs seemed to have eyes and flew towards her with pinpoint accuracy.

They couldn't even get close, let alone break through the opponent's defenses.

So annoying!

Looking at Xiao Wu, who was squatting down with her head down like a lost little rabbit, Tang San suddenly felt a little sorry for her, so he went over and patted her on the shoulder.

Just as he was about to offer a few words of comfort, Xiao Wu turned around and revealed a triumphant smile on her face.

She pounced on Tang San and knocked him down.

"?!?!"

"What are you trying to do? You've already surrendered."

Tang San was a little confused.

"I know, I'm just so angry. Don't move, just let me vent."

After saying that, Xiao Wu directly grabbed the flesh on Tang San's waist.

The men present all gasped in shock upon seeing this.

Even Tang San couldn't help but change his expression. Being pinched on the waist by a girl was an indescribable pain.

Mo Le, who was standing next to him, covered his eyes with his hands, but it was no use. He deliberately spread his middle and index fingers apart.

"Oh my god, in broad daylight, under the clear sky, you two... you men and women shouldn't be touching each other. You two, tsk tsk tsk."

"What a tragic couple!"

Mo Le's words made both of them blush.

Only then did they realize how bad their posture was, especially with so many people watching.

A profound sense of social death enveloped the two of them.

Wu stood up from Tang San without hesitation.

"Don't talk nonsense, you can't slander someone's innocence out of thin air."