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

"I...I...I understand."

Ning Rongrong abruptly lowered her head, no longer daring to look Mo Le in the eye. Her voice stammered, completely lacking the composure and confidence she usually displayed as a little princess.

"I...I'm going to rest now...I'll talk to my father about this."

As she spoke, she turned to leave, but then, as if remembering something, she turned and left without looking back, saying:

"You...you should go and rest too."

After saying that, he left almost as if he were fleeing.

Mo Le sat on the ground, staring blankly at Ning Rongrong's back, which was clearly much faster than when she ran in the morning.

"?"

"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly stuttering?"

He scratched his head, somewhat confused. Had he used the wrong word?

Based on his years of experience with the villagers, he believed that after saying those words, the bond between him and Ning Rongrong should have strengthened significantly.

Why did they run away?

He still has many tricks up his sleeve.

"..."

"Are you too excited?"

Indeed, anyone would be excited to suddenly learn that the flaws in their martial soul could be repaired or even evolved.

Mo Le pondered for a moment, finding the explanation quite reasonable, and stopped worrying about it, stretching. Instead of getting up to return to his dormitory to rest, he simply lay back and continued to lean against the tree trunk.

Just sit here, close your eyes, feel the breeze, and rest.

Mo Le was completely unaware of the storm his words had stirred in the heart of a certain little princess. He had no idea how deeply his words had touched her soul…

Meanwhile, Niu Bi, who was sleeping like a dead pig on top of Mo Le, was still asleep.

Awesome: Zzz. (Don't call me before dinner is served)

Zhu Zhuqing in the distance: OMO

Mo Le was actually waiting for someone.

He was waiting for someone who longed to become stronger, to live freely, and to endure all humiliation, yet was also a little arrogant, possessed his own self-respect, and was unwilling to actively bow down to men to seek ways to become stronger.

She was a beauty.

So he waited and waited...

It was almost evening.

Mo Le miscalculated. But this was within his expectations.

He was just resting so much that he forgot himself.

So he hurriedly ran from Shrek Academy to Soto City.

"Sorry, sorry, I was delayed by some business and only just got back." Mo Le looked somewhat apologetically at Tang San, Xiao Wu, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai, who had been waiting for a while.

"Brother Le, we've been waiting for you here for ages," Ma Hongjun said while eating a steamed bun.

Xiao Wu looked displeased and put her hands on her hips.

"Mo Le, what on earth have you been doing?"

To this, Mo Le responded with a grin, "Guess, hehe~"

"Hey, what are you talking about!"

Xiao Wu was even angrier.

At this moment, Oscar quickly stepped forward to defend Mo Le: "Well, actually, Brother Le was..."

Flander nodded at the lively banter of the group, without saying anything more.

"Now that everyone's here, let's head to the Great Soul Arena."

Soon, led by Flander, the group arrived at the Great Soul Arena.

Flander showed the brutal side of the Great Soul Arena to Mo Le and the others who had just joined the academy, then reminded them that they must reach the Silver Soul level before graduating from Shrek Academy, and then left.

Next, Dai Mubai led the group to complete their identity registration and informed them of some important points regarding the Great Soul Arena.

"Hey Le, can you play some 2v2 with me? I don't have many points." Oscar chuckled, looking at Mo Le. In his opinion, with Mo Le's strength, not only was he unbeatable among Great Soul Masters, but even Soul Kings...

In short, following Brother Le guarantees a win.

Although Mo Le's actual soul power is that of a level 49 Soul King, he has a self-created soul skill that can hide his level or change the color of his soul rings.

To reveal one's level as a Soul Master, one simply needs to release the corresponding Soul Rings. If only two Soul Rings are displayed, others will assume that one is merely a Great Soul Master.

In this way, he can team up with Oscar and compete on the arena at the Great Soul Master level.

Simply put, Mo Le's behavior was cheating, a blatant act of cheating.

He stated this.

If you don't fry it and I don't fry it, when will the fish grow up?

If it's not discovered, then it's not considered cheating.

"Little Oscar, you're too cunning. You tried to snatch Brother Le right away." Ma Hongjun looked at Oscar with disapproval in his eyes.

Just kidding, who wouldn't want to get points for free?

He also wanted Mo Le to carry him, okay?

Tang San and Xiao Wu had already teamed up. Dai Mubai wanted to team up with Zhu Zhuqing, but she coldly ignored him and refused. Left with no other option, Dai Mubai decided to fight in an individual arena to relieve his frustration.

Now there are only five of them left.

It wasn't that Ma Hongjun looked down on Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda support and Zhu Zhuqing's agility attack; it was mainly because when playing 2v2 doubles with Mo Le, there was a high probability that he wouldn't even need to lift a finger and could just sit back and win.

Purely freebie.

So after watching Oscar and Ma Hongjun argue for a long time, Mo Le finally spoke up to interrupt.

"Alright, alright, I'll take Xiao Ao. Old Ma, you should discuss it with Rongrong or Zhuqing first. I'm taking Xiao Ao mainly so he can practice the soul skill I taught him in real combat."

Upon hearing this, Oscar looked at Ma Hongjun smugly and said, "Hehehe, get ready to watch my brother Le carry me to victory."

Ma Hongjun lowered his head, like a defeated rooster, and turned away dejectedly, his gaze sweeping over the remaining people. Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing.

"Um... Rongrong..." he tentatively began.

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms, glanced at him, and said with a hint of arrogance, "Teaming up with you isn't out of the question."

Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, expressionless, neither agreeing nor refusing, only glancing at Ma Hongjun indifferently.

That one glance sent a shiver down Ma Hongjun's spine.

"Then, what about Zhu Qing?" Ma Hongjun shrank his neck.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't speak, but turned her head slightly, her gaze inadvertently sweeping in Dai Mubai's direction, then over... Mo Le, before looking away.

"Whatever," she finally uttered.

Ma Hongjun, feeling like he'd been granted a pardon, nodded speechlessly: "Then you guys can team up, I'll play solo. I'll... I'll cheer you on!"

Ning Rongrong rolled her eyes.

Ma Hongjun chuckled, pulled a steamed bun from his pocket, and took a big bite.

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless.

In the distance, Dai Mubai was already standing at the registration area for the individual battle. He glanced back, his gaze lingering on Zhu Zhuqing for a moment. Then he turned back, his face filled with a stubborn "whatever" expression.

Mo Le watched this unfold, shook his head, and whispered to Oscar, "Why is Old Dai doing this?"

Oscar shrugged: "Love, you wouldn't understand, Le-ge."

Mo Le remained silent for a moment, speechless. "You talk as if you know everything."

Oscar chuckled but didn't reply.

He doesn't know anything! Yesterday, he was constantly mistaken for a greasy, slovenly old man. Besides, Dai Mubai is known as the Evil Tiger Prince in Soto City.

He's someone who's never even touched a girl's hand, what does he know?

Afterwards, the Shrek Academy students formed their own teams and headed to different fighting areas.