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

He was internally ranting, but couldn't utter a single word. He could only stare at Mo Le with wide eyes, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

At this moment, he, the mighty Immovable King, a level 76 Soul Saint, was actually rendered helpless by a twelve-year-old brat using his Martial Soul ability.

"so...."

Ning Rongrong was the first to come to her senses, cautiously raising her hand to ask, "Brother Le, do you mean... once you've been beaten, you won't be afraid anymore?"

At this moment, she was so shocked by Mo Le's martial spirit that she unconsciously called out "Brother Le".

Mo Le thought for a moment and nodded: "More or less. But it consumes soul power, and once the soul power is gone, it's all for nothing. Also, the adaptation process takes time; you can't become immune immediately after taking a hit."

"Does that mean," Oscar finally swallowed the sausage in his mouth, his face filled with horror, "that you'll be invincible from now on?"

"It's not that exaggerated." Mo Le's tone was very modest, his face full of an invincible air. His words even had a Versailles-like quality. "I'm just more resilient. Besides, if I were to encounter someone who could kill me in one move, I wouldn't have time to adapt, and I'd be finished too, wouldn't I?"

"Besides, people always get stronger. Right now, I've adapted and become immune to their attacks, but if they get stronger in the future, my immunity might just turn into resistance. Although it's not very useful since I'll get stronger too, doesn't that mean they tried their best? Hahaha."

Who knows what the future holds?

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

What you said makes a lot of sense, but why does it still sound so infuriating?

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

He finally understood.

No wonder Flander repeatedly warned him, saying, "You can give this student all the tests, but don't treat him like an ordinary student."

So this isn't an ordinary student at all; this is a prodigy!

This is the poet covering it up!

At this moment, Mo Le, seeing that Zhao Wuji's expression was not right, stood triumphantly in front of him.

"Teacher Zhao, how was it? Wasn't I amazing?"

Zhao Wuji curled his lip upon hearing this. He was indeed impressive, but using him as a background figure was still somewhat unfair.

"Alright, alright, now that you've all enrolled, let Oscar show you around the dorms."

He waved his hand, trying to maintain the last shred of his authority as a teacher, "That's enough about the Martial Soul. You can all go back to what you were doing."

After saying that, Zhao Wuji turned and left, but his pace was much faster than usual, making it seem like he was fleeing in panic.

He really lost face today. If he doesn't leave now, what will he do if he gets laughed at?

He didn't even want to ask Mo Le how much soul power he had now, whether he was a Great Soul Master or a Soul Venerable.

After all, the other party possesses such extraordinary abilities...

As Zhao Wuji left.

Mo Le turned to Oscar and said, "Let's go, Oscar, take us to see the dorm."

Oscar finally snapped out of his shock, chuckled, hooked his arm around Mo Le's shoulder, and led the way.

"Come on, come on, let me tell you, our boys' dorm may be a bit run-down, but it has the advantage of... well, it's quiet, yes, quiet..."

Ning Rongrong stood there, looking at Mo Le, muttering to herself, "Demon Void... adapt... what kind of monster is this?"

As Xiao Wu passed by her, she overheard this and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "You're only just realizing that?"

His tone even carried a hint of pride, as someone who had been there before.

At this moment, Ning Rongrong suddenly remembered something, stared at Mo Le in disbelief, and asked.

"I've heard before that 100,000-year-old soul beasts can transform into human form and rebuild their cultivation. Brother Le, you wouldn't happen to be a soul beast in human form, would you?"

Mo Le, who was about to leave, glanced at Xiao Wu without making a sound, then spoke with a strange expression:

"No, not at all. I don't think any soul beast that rebuilds itself is as powerful as me."

Upon hearing this, everyone was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

However, what Mo Le said didn't seem to be wrong. After all, his martial soul was indeed too outrageous. And they had never seen a 100,000-year-old soul beast transform and cultivate again.

Those are all written in books; who knows if they're true?

Just then, Xiao Ao, who had his arm around Mo Le's shoulder, spoke up with some curiosity:

"By the way, Brother Le, those few hits you landed on Teacher Zhao just now, the ones with that... black light... was that your self-created soul skill?"

People naturally admire strength. After Ning Rongrong started calling Mo Le "Brother Le," everyone at Oscar subconsciously elevated Mo Le to their own level, assuming that the other was stronger than themselves.

That's the truth.

Mo Le nodded upon hearing this.

"What, you want to learn? I'll teach you."

Oscar's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.

"What?"

"no!"

"Wow, she's really good at teaching? I'm just a food-type Soul Master..."

Honestly, as a food-type support Soul Master, he was a little tempted.

A sense of anticipation rose in his heart.

Mo Le nodded.

"Ah, anyone can learn this soul skill, it's just a little difficult, you just learn it and get it."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji, who had just walked a short distance and had very keen hearing, suddenly stopped and pricked up his ears to listen to what Mo Le had to say.

Dai Mubai also looked over with some interest.

After all, Mo Le's last few black lightning strikes were not only cool, but also very powerful.

How strong is it?

To allow a low-level Soul Master to defeat a Soul Saint with one punch, send the Soul Saint flying with two punches, and shatter the Soul Saint's Martial Soul True Body Armor with three punches!!!

This amazing skill can even be learned...

Who wouldn't want to learn that?!

If this divine skill were released to the outside world, wouldn't it be even more captivating than those soul bones capable of unleashing bloodshed and causing thousands to bleed?

Not only that, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing also turned their gazes over. Since they also used physical attacks, it would be good to learn from them.

Even Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, wanted to know if this kind of divine skill could really be learned.

She thought this was a special soul skill unique to Mo Le.

As for Tang San, he stood beside Xiao Wu, watching OMO with a smile on his face.

Does he not want to learn this amazing skill?

Of course I want to.

But he wasn't in a hurry. As Mo Le's good brother, he believed that if this kind of divine skill could really be passed on to others, he would learn it if he wanted to.

As his best friend who grew up with him and practically wore the same underwear, Mo Le would definitely teach him. So...

Not urgent.

Seeing that everyone wanted to learn, Mo Le smiled and began to explain:

"That soul skill is called 'Black Flash.' I learned it from an ancient book that was sealed in a special way, and today is the first time I have successfully used it."

"Its trigger condition is: when the error between a physical attack and a soul power attack reaches 0.000001 seconds, it can distort space and unleash 2.5 times the original damage."

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

Xiao Ao was the first to complain: "0.000001 seconds? That's too demanding! And it's the original damage to the power of 2.5... What is that?"

"Two and a half points, you can understand it like this: suppose your attack power is 100 points, after you use Black Flash, your attack power will skyrocket to 100,000 points. That's why I was able to hurt Teacher Zhao."

"Huh?!" Xiao Ao was taken aback, then realized something and said, "No, if that's what you're saying, then this kind of divine skill is useless against a Soul Master like me who doesn't have much offensive power."

"And 0.000001 seconds... is that too demanding?"

Mo Le smiled and nodded.

"It's indeed demanding. You need to push your soul power control to the limit to increase the probability of triggering Black Flash. Even I'm not sure if I can trigger it again."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Wuji, who had returned at some point, crossed his arms and spoke with some surprise:

"But your three consecutive punches were all black flashes, and according to my senses, if I didn't intercept, your fourth punch would definitely be a black flash as well. If you can land four punches in a row, how could you not be confident you could throw another one?"

Mo Le shook his head and began to explain why he was able to unleash Black Flash consecutively:

"When Black Flash is triggered, one will briefly enter a state of selflessness, and the control of soul power will become smoother, even unleashing 120% or more of one's potential ability."

Zhao Wuji nodded: "So, if you trigger Black Flash the first time in actual combat, the probability of triggering Black Flash the second time will increase significantly?"

Mo Le nodded.

That's roughly the idea.

However, a fault tolerance probability of 0.000001 seconds is still an unattainable possibility, even if it goes up one more time.

"Thump!"

A crisp tapping sound rang out.

Everyone turned around and saw Dai Mubai slam his fist into the ground, creating another dent in the already shattered ground.

Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Dai Mubai felt a little embarrassed.

"I just wanted to try and see if I could pull off that Black Flash that Morle mentioned..."

Even Zhao Wuji couldn't stand it anymore, and waved his hand to shoo them away:

"Alright, it's getting late. Xiao Ao, take them to their dorm."

After saying that, he once again took the lead and left the place.