“Holy crap…” Lei Bin’s mouth hung wide open, his jaw hitting the floor and failing to recover for a long time.
The students of Class One were no better off; apart from Xie Xie, who knew him best, no one realized Mo Fan was this heaven-defyingly talented.
“Quiet down!” A loud shout suppressed the crowd’s clamor; it was none other than Saint Craftsman Mu Chen.
Although he was also shocked by Mo Fan’s strength, it was time for him to step in and clear the situation.
“Mo Fan belongs to His Excellency Saint Spirit, so stop daydreaming and continue the testing.”
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen’s words were like a heavy hammer, striking directly at the hearts of all the important figures present.
The representatives from the Spirit Pagoda and the federal officials, who had been spitting and arguing until their faces were red, instantly fell silent.
Someone belonging to His Excellency Saint Spirit was, by definition, part of the Sea God Pavilion.
The incident of Heavenly Limit Douluo Yun Ming breaking into the federal restricted area to forcefully take away Holy Spirit Douluo Yali was still fresh in everyone’s memory; who would dare to snatch someone from them?
The testing continued; the second item was the mental force test.
It utilized a soul-guided helmet.
In this era, mental force is classified into Martial Soul Origin, Martial Soul Connection, Martial Soul Sea, Martial Soul Abyss, Martial Soul Domain, and God Origin.
They are subdivided by index: 0-100 is Martial Soul Origin, 100-500 is Martial Soul Connection, 500-5000 is Martial Soul Sea, 5000-20000 is Martial Soul Abyss, and 20000-50000 is Martial Soul Domain.
Because the methods for increasing mental force in the Douluo world are extremely scarce, if one’s Martial Soul does not provide a boost to mental force, breaking through to the Martial Soul Connection realm is a huge difficulty.
Even in the genius-filled Class One, the average mental force was below 30, with the highest being only 42.
It was Mo Fan’s turn.
Mo Fan placed the soul-guided helmet on his head with a look of disdain.
He decided to show just a little bit of his ability, nothing too shocking.
The moment Mo Fan closed his eyes, the numbers on the testing instrument began to jump violently.
100…
300…
500…
Beep!!!
Beep!!!
The value finally stopped at 500, but the people in the VIP seats felt their scalps tingling because it wasn’t just 500; the testing instrument’s maximum was 500. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Clearly, no one could have imagined that someone in a small elementary Soul Master academy could break through 500.
This was the Martial Soul Sea realm!
A realm that some Spirit Emperors couldn’t even reach, yet a nine-year-old child had actually achieved it!
“Teacher Ye Yi, what is the next item?” Mo Fan asked as he took off the helmet.
At this moment, Teacher Ye Yi looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, blankly leading him toward the strength testing area.
The previous student had just finished; it was that guy with the Great Ape Martial Soul, and the data had stopped at 360 kilograms.
When it was Mo Fan’s turn, he assumed a basic forging stance, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and following the muscle memory of swinging a heavy hammer millions of times over the past three years, his right fist struck the center of the sandbag like a heavy cannonball leaving the chamber, creating a piercing whistle as it broke through the air!
Boom———!!!
The machine shook, and the data displayed: 2,300 kilograms.
“2,300 kilograms?”
The boy with the Great Ape Martial Soul had his eyes wide open, standing there completely stunned.
The strength he was so proud of had become a joke in front of Mo Fan!
“Hiss!!!”
The sound of gasps echoed throughout the scene.
“This, he can definitely make it onto the Genius Youth Ranking, right?”
“Not just make the list, I’m afraid his ranking will be very high.”
The important figures looked at each other, feeling that today’s observation had completely overturned their common sense.
Nine years old, level 29 Soul Power, Martial Soul Sea realm mental force, and over two tons of terrifying physical strength.
Any one of these three data points, taken individually, would be the absolute peak, let alone all of them concentrated in the same person.
“A freak… this is simply not human.”
Mu Xi stood behind the crowd, her fair fists clenching and unclenching, eventually turning into a self-deprecating sigh.
For the past three years, she had been competing with Mo Fan at every turn, but the gap had only grown larger, and today’s punch had completely shattered her desire to compete.
…
“Student Mo Fan! I am a representative of the Eastsea City Magistrate of the Federation; as long as you are willing to join, you can set your own terms!”
“Mo Fan! Our Spirit Pagoda has the top-tier resources of the entire continent…”
As soon as the test ended, the representatives of the major forces dropped their disguises and surrounded Mo Fan in layers, like hungry tigers pouncing on prey.
Countless business cards were thrown at him, and the scene was momentarily as chaotic as a vegetable market.
Just as he was about to use Spiritual control to brush away this group of buzzing flies, a dull, thunderous cold snort suddenly exploded above the crowd.
“Boom!”
The terrifying pressure belonging to an eight-ring Soul Douluo and a three-word battle armor swept out, the surging waves of Soul Power turning into tangible ripples, forcefully pushing the representatives surrounding Mo Fan back several steps.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his face as calm as water.
He coldly scanned the surroundings, his voice low and thunderous: “Did I not make myself clear enough on stage just now? This child belongs to my Blacksmiths Association, and he is someone His Excellency Saint Spirit has personally given instructions about. If anyone wants to take a shortcut and poach him without going through the Association, go ask the elders at Shrek’s Sea God Pavilion if they agree!”
As soon as the three words “Sea God Pavilion” were spoken, the surrounding clamor came to an abrupt halt.
Those representatives lowered their heads one by one, not daring to say another word.
…
The scene shifted to the Eastsea Elementary Soul Master Academy, the Principal’s office.
The spacious office was now packed with people.
Not only were the principals and vice-principals of the advanced and intermediate divisions all present, but even the General Principal of Eastsea Academy was sitting behind the desk, his expression exceptionally solemn.
Mo Fan sat on a large single-seat sofa, holding a glass of green apple juice, sinking into the sofa with his legs crossed.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen stood with his arms crossed by his side, like a guardian deity.
“Student Mo Fan, cough, regarding your future studies, our intermediate academy and the management of the advanced division have held an emergency discussion.”
The General Principal was the first to break the silence, his face filled with friendliness and even a hint of fawning.
He knew very well that the performance of the little guy in front of him was enough to get him on the Genius Youth Ranking.
If he could keep him, even if it was just to have his name registered at the Donghai Intermediate Academy, it would bring immense benefits.
In the future, when he becomes famous across the continent, the name of Eastsea Academy will be forever engraved in the annals of human education.
“Speak directly, Principal; I don’t like beating around the bush.”
Mo Fan took a sip of juice and raised an eyebrow.
Intermediate division Principal Yu Zheng stepped forward somewhat anxiously, hurriedly offering the most generous terms they had drawn up: “As long as you are willing to promote to our intermediate academy, first, the academy will specially approve a genius scholarship of 500,000 federal coins per year. Second, all the academy’s simulated cultivation grounds, advanced soul-guided laboratories, and even the private library will be open to you unconditionally, 24/7. Third, for any course you wish to learn, we can arrange the best teachers to instruct you alone, without reservation.”
Seeing that Mo Fan’s expression remained indifferent, the General Principal added: “And rest assured, we will never restrict your future. We know you have your sights set on Shrek. When the time comes for Shrek’s enrollment, the academy will exhaust all resources to pave the way for you.”
These conditions were almost like handing over the entire dignity of Eastsea Academy on a silver platter.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen, standing to the side, did not speak; he merely looked at Mo Fan, with no intention of making the decision for him.