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

Just then.

"You wicked brat! Take this!"

"Second Soul Skill: Pea Enhancement! First Soul Skill: Pea Shot! Third Soul Skill: Pea Enchantment!"

At this moment, Zhang San was furious and had no intention of giving Mo Le a chance to speak. He immediately launched a full-scale attack.

Mo Le curled his lips, slowly activated his first soul skill, and casually smashed the flying pea with a punch.

Zhang San was, after all, one of his readers. For him to take someone down in a single move was a bit...unseemly. It's all about human relationships, you know.

"The power is not bad; it can already penetrate some forged iron sheets."

Mo Le spoke calmly, as if he were commenting on the cooking time of a dish.

Upon hearing this, Zhang San frowned even more deeply: "Are you looking down on me?!"

Before the words were even finished, another pea-shooting bomb came hurtling in.

This time, Mo Le didn't choose to swat the incoming pea directly. Instead, he casually reached out and caught the pea projectile steadily in his hand.

Then, he tore open a slit with his fingers and looked down to examine the internal structure.

"It's just an enlarged version of a regular pea. But with the enhancement of a soul skill, its power is already quite good."

The voice just fell.

"boom.!"

"boom!"

The pea-shaped projectile in Mo Le's hand suddenly exploded!

Zhang San's lips curled into a smug smile. He quickly mobilized his soul power, instantly condensing three pea-sized projectiles that hovered in front of him.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"This is the power I learned from Master Morrone's theories!"

"Take this! Die!"

The area where Mo Le was located was shrouded in smoke, completely obscuring his figure.

But the next second.

Mo Le fanned away the surrounding smoke with one hand. He stood unharmed, not even a wrinkle on his clothes.

He glanced at Zhang San indifferently and continued, "Not bad. You're probably going down the path of enhancing seeds. If I were you, I would choose to compress the size of the peas. This would increase their flight speed, increase their lethality by increasing density, and then increase the number of peas..."

"If I'm not mistaken, your second soul skill, Enhancement, can specifically enhance the weight and speed of peas... and your third soul skill, Enchantment, adds special effects to peas..."

Zhang San was quite surprised to see Mo Le unharmed.

However, the thought of the other party insulting Master Mole filled him with rage!

but……

After hearing Mo Le's words, he inexplicably began to operate according to Mo Le's instructions.

"Whoosh!"

A pea, noticeably smaller than before, shot out at a much faster speed, accurately hitting Mo Le's right hand and exploding.

Mo Le felt the soreness in his right hand, nodded, and showed an expression that said he was a promising student.

"Not bad. With the power of your current martial spirit, plus... you should be able to face a thousand-year-old soul beast on your own."

At this moment, Zhang San looked at Mo Le in disbelief.

The other person's eloquent speech was still echoing in his mind.

Oh!

Could it be?!

Zhang San asked tentatively, incredulously, "You...you are really Master Mo Le?"

Mo Le pursed her lips upon hearing this.

Why does everyone need him to prove he's who he is? Is there another person in this world named Mo Le? Even if there is, would that person be more awesome than him?

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, the name Mo Le is quite rare; I haven't encountered anyone with the same name yet."

Then Mo Le saw Zhang San rushing towards him.

Oh? It's charging at me? Fine, I'll send you to a deep sleep with one punch.

Mo Le raised his hand.

However, the next second, Zhang San did something that left him dumbfounded.

"Master Morle! I've finally met you! You're my idol!!!"

Mo Le: ? !!!

At this moment, Mo Le felt that she had been confused a lot today.

Zhang San was wiping his snot and tears all over his trouser leg. Mo Le kicked him away in disgust.

However, Zhang San didn't care about being kicked away. After getting up, he quickly went to Mo Le again.

"Master Mo Le, I always thought the Pea Martial Soul was useless, so I didn't cultivate it seriously. It wasn't until you published those papers six years ago that I saw the value of the Pea and was able to cheer me up again, Master Mo Le!"

"Look, I used to be just a level 20 Soul Master without even a second Soul Ring, but now, following your thesis, I'm already a level 32 Soul Grandmaster!"

"Now I'm somewhat famous in this arena, but before I was..."

Mo Le: ...Doesn't this just prove that you have some talent?

Then Zhang San slowly raised his head and spoke in a somewhat pleading voice, "Master Mo Le, I am not very knowledgeable and cannot fully understand your works. Could you give me some advice for the future?"

Mo Le: ...

He sighed, but finally nodded.

Alright, considering you have some talent, are willing to work hard, and are still my fan and reader...

After a moment of contemplation, Mo Le launched into a lengthy analysis of the advantages and disadvantages of fighting Zhang San's Martial Soul, the Giant Pea, and the future course of events...

Upon hearing this, Zhang San gratefully kowtowed twice to Mo Le, saying, "Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master!"

At that moment, he only regretted not having brought paper and pen.

Mo Le felt a little embarrassed and quickly helped Zhang San up.

Even the host couldn't stand it anymore. He rode his flying soul tool to Zhang San and said, "Mr. Zhang San, if you don't want to fight, please surrender. Don't waste everyone's time any longer."

Upon hearing this, Zhang San looked up and came to his senses.

Hmm... It seems that doing things this way is indeed not good, and it will cause trouble for Master Mo Le.

"Okay, I surrender. By the way, host, do you have paper and pen? I'd like to get Master Mo Le's autograph."

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Several tens of minutes later.

"Oh my, isn't this our Master Mo Le? You're back?" Xiao Wutiao teased, deliberately drawing out her words as she watched Mo Le walk back with a helpless expression.

Mo Le rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to her at all.

"You damn rabbit, you've really disgusted me."

Xiao Wu was about to retort.

At this time.

"Wow, Le-ge!" Oscar arrived at that moment, and the "Awesome" on his shoulder jumped up and landed comfortably in Mo Le's hair.

Oscar continued to exclaim sincerely, "I've been in the Grand Arena for so long, and this is the first time I've seen someone make their opponent kneel and surrender just by talking, without even fighting. And those later matches..."

He counted on his fingers: "In the second match, the lady came up and immediately asked you, 'Are you really Master Mo Le?' You nodded, and she burst into tears, crying and saying, 'Master, please sign my name!' She even forgot to start the match. The second and third matches were even more outrageous. Those two guys came up and immediately asked you about martial spirit cultivation. The referee called 'start' three times, but no one paid any attention..."

"Alright, alright." Mo Le reached out to interrupt him, her face full of disapproval. Stop talking, I want some peace and quiet.

He was truly speechless.