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

Ning Rongrong, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but come over and add her own comment.

"Yes, Mo Le. When I was at home before, I passed by the library and took a look. As soon as I entered, I saw your paper, 'Improvement of Martial Soul and Soul Ring Compatibility,' which was bound separately and placed in the most conspicuous position. In the past, the elders have been discussing it in meetings, saying that your paper has pointed out a new direction for the cultivation of support-type Soul Masters."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"And you, on the other hand, don't even know what kind of impact you've had on this world~"

She wanted to laugh, so she laughed; her laughter was like the chimes of a wind chime.

Upon hearing this, Mo Le opened her mouth, then closed it again, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

Then, he turned to Xiao Wu and asked, "You knew too?"

Xiao Wu shrugged and said matter-of-factly, "I know. But I thought you knew you were really good and were just pretending to be low-key. After all, you usually act all cocky, you don't seem like an insecure person."

"...I was genuinely confident, not faking it," Mo Le replied weakly.

"However, I really didn't know about these things..."

This is absolutely infuriating, really.

The others present looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

You're so awesome, and now you're telling us you don't even know how awesome you are.

Is this reasonable?

Is this... the realm of a master?

As dusk fell, the group did not linger at the entrance of the Great Soul Arena.

Because of Mo Le's immense fame, a group of fans were still gathered at the entrance.

Dai Mubai made a quick decision, leading everyone into a small alley, finding a quiet restaurant, and booking a private room.

"Let's eat first, and summarize while we eat," Dai Mubai said, tossing the menu to Ma Hongjun. "Fatty, order fewer dishes, don't exceed the budget."

"I didn't!" Ma Hongjun muttered, but his hand had already quickly checked off seven or eight dishes.

He didn't say anything like, "I don't want any of these dishes that are marked with a hook, and I'll order three servings of the rest." He just ordered ten dishes to satisfy his craving.

Being able to eat is a blessing.

After everyone took their seats, they began to tally the day's points.

Mo Le won all his individual matches, except for one where he teamed up with Oscar. To be precise, his opponents forfeited in the last few matches, and he scored a total of eleven points.

Tang San and Xiao Wu's 2v2 teamwork was excellent, winning both matches and earning two points each.

Dai Mubai won one individual match and earned one point.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ma Hongjun each participated in an individual competition. Zhu Zhuqing won one match and scored one point, while Ma Hongjun scored zero points.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing teamed up and scored one point, while Oscar teamed up with Mo Le in a 2v2 match and also scored one point.

Oscar looked at the scoreboard and sighed, "I feel like we need to practice our teamwork more. We can't expect Brother Le to carry us to victory by himself."

"Alright, alright." Mo Le waved his hand. "Once we've got better teamwork, we can participate in the team competition together, and we can all score points together."

He was also somewhat helpless.

The rules of the Great Soul Arena are there: one person can only fight one 2v2 match a day. Even if he wanted to bring everyone along, he simply couldn't.

To participate in the team competition, all participants must reach the required score.

Although the others were unwilling, they understood that Mo Le was not to blame, since one person could not be divided into two.

Moreover, if Mo Le were to accompany them, their opponents would likely ask them various questions about their martial souls before leaving the stage.

"Mo Le is right," Dai Mubai took a sip of water and continued, "We need to practice our teamwork when we get back. We can wait a bit longer and then participate in the team competition directly."

"Go back and rest now, you have class tomorrow morning."

Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and just then, the awesome thing above Mo Le's head woke up.

Awesome: Dinner's ready!

After a hearty meal, Mo Le got up and went directly to pay the bill.

Afterwards, everyone left the restaurant.

At this moment, the night breeze was slightly cool, and the streets of Soto were twinkling with lights.

Mo Le walked at the back, with the gold soul coins he had won that day in his arms. It was the 10,000 gold soul coins he had bet on. Although the odds were not very high, he had still made a small profit, more than doubling his initial investment.

He looked up at the night sky, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Today was a bit absurd, but... it was quite interesting.

They all nodded and then set off on their way back to the academy.

"Oh, right, the story I mentioned before, and a new story, I've written them all down. Who wants to read them first?" On the way, Mo Le took out the folded papers from his pocket and looked at the group.

"Me, me, me! I want to see!" Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she was the first to speak up.

Although Dai Mubai and the others also wanted to see it, they were ultimately too embarrassed to ask the girls for it.

"Alright, let's give it to Rongrong first. She can take it back and watch it with Xiaowu and Zhuqing."

Ning Rongrong nodded excitedly, then carefully picked up the paper, afraid of bumping or damaging it.

"Thank you, Brother Le."

Afterwards, the group split up at the fork in the road between the male and female dormitories.

Back in his dorm, Mo Le pulled out his pen and paper again and began his world-moving business.

Tang San was somewhat surprised to see Mo Le still writing so late.

"Brother Le, aren't you tired?"

Mo Le shook his head: "Don't worry, I've already adapted to the crazy typing with the Demon Void Luo. I can now maintain a speed of writing eighteen words per second for a long time."

"Yeah, it's twenty per second now."

He wrote so furiously that his handwriting was almost blurry!

the next day.

In the morning, Flanders was already standing in the playground waiting.

At this moment, everyone except Oscar stood in front of Flander.

"Oscar, that kid, is late again. I think he's asking for trouble." Flander frowned deeply.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" Just then, Oscar's joyful voice came over, and he accidentally tripped and fell flat on his face because he was too excited.

"I did it again! I did it!"

The fall made everyone who was standing still burst into laughter.

"Oscar, are you going to run laps again?"

Hearing the dean's displeased voice, Oscar immediately scrambled to his feet and ran to Flander to explain, "No, no, no, Dean, please let me explain! The reason I'm late is because I suddenly had a premonition and broke through to level 30!"

Upon hearing this, Flander's initial intention to punish the other party vanished instantly, leaving only admiration for Oscar.

"Not bad, Oscar, I knew I was right about you to be able to reach level 30 so quickly."

Mo Le, Dai Mubai, and the others also offered their heartfelt congratulations to Oscar.

"Alright, in that case, you all go find Zhao Wuji first thing tomorrow morning, and then go together to help Oscar obtain his spirit ring. Remember, this is a trial for all of you."

"Yes, Dean!" ×8

"Very good." Flanders nodded in satisfaction.

"Then let's begin today's lesson..."