It wasn’t just the children complaining; their homeroom teacher, Teacher Ye Yi, was already so shocked he had lost his composure.
Darkness, lightning, fire, wind, and an unknown telekinetic force—he didn’t even need to use a Soul skills.
Where on earth did this monster come from?
“Dammit! Jumping around like a monkey, do you dare to face me head-on?” Lei Bin frantically scratched his head, speaking in a fit of exasperation.
“Head-on? Fine, I’ll satisfy your request!”
Mo Fan landed lightly from his Wind Track, pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
“Big guy, are you relying on your Beast Spirit to make you thick-skinned? Come on, Brother here will stand right here and let you hit me.”
Mo Fan beckoned to Lei Bin with his finger.
Lei Bin had already been exhausted by Mo Fan’s endless stream of bizarre tactics, and now, hearing that Mo Fan was actually giving up that unfathomable movement technique, he immediately felt deeply insulted.
“This is what you said! First Soul skills, Rigid Armor Charge!”
Lei Bin roared in anger, veins bulging on his forehead, as the phantom of a Rigid Armor Rhinoceros behind him let out a muffled growl.
The century-old Soul Ring shone brilliantly, and his entire body seemed to transform into a cannonball, crashing straight toward Mo Fan.
The power of this strike was immense; it even plowed a shallow furrow into the black rock of the ground.
Xie Xie’s eyes narrowed to the side; he knew this was the perfect opportunity.
His figure instantly circled behind Mo Fan, with the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger both ready to strike.
As long as Mo Fan showed the slightest opening, his twin blades would instantly seal off all of Mo Fan’s escape routes.
Facing the pincer attack from front and back, Mo Fan’s expression remained calm.
“Earth Wave · Shift.”
A flash of earth-brown light passed through Mo Fan’s eyes.
Dealing with this brute-force type, the Earth element was the most useful.
Boom!
At the critical moment when Lei Bin was about to collide with Mo Fan, the ground beneath Mo Fan seemed to come alive, shifting him sideways.
Meanwhile, the ground beneath Lei Bin and Xie Xie accelerated and converged.
This sudden change in terrain caused Lei Bin, who was charging at full speed, to lose his balance.
Like a charging bull, his massive body brushed past the corner of Mo Fan’s clothes and slammed fiercely into Xie Xie, who was sneaking up from behind.
“Holy crap! Lei Bin, do you have eyes or not?!”
Xie Xie was shocked, and before he could even thrust out his Shadow Dragon Dagger, he was met face-on with Lei Bin’s mountain-like, thick back.
The two little geniuses collided violently, rolling into a ball, and slid several meters across the ground in a sorry state before coming to a stop.
“Tsk tsk, your coordination is really not bad, seamless.” Mo Fan clapped his hands leisurely, looking down at the two who had fallen together.
“Dammit!” Lei Bin gritted his teeth and stood up, while Xie Xie was already unconscious.
“Didn’t we agree on a head-on collision?”
“All is fair in war.” Mo Fan smiled and casually gifted him a Thunder Seal, electrocuting him until his whole body convulsed.
“I won’t be polite about this scholarship.”
Teacher Ye Yi came back to his senses, looked at Mo Fan with a complex expression, and then announced loudly: “The afternoon combat class is over, the monitor of Grade 1, Class 1 is — Mo Fan!”
…
This time, Mo Fan had effectively subdued all the troublemakers in Class 1 in one fell swoop.
However, for him, these honors from the primary academy were nothing more than a drizzle.
That night, he sat in the Blacksmiths Association quiet room that Saint Craftsman Mu Chen had rented for him.
“Alright, Old Wolf, stop urging me. Once Brother Fan recovers his strength, I’ll take you out to feast on good food and drink every day.”
After soothing Old Wolf, Mo Fan sat cross-legged and took out the “Basic Meditation Method” book issued by the academy.
He had already studied this meditation method in class during the day.
In Mo Fan’s view, the meditation methods on the Douluo Continent focused more on the circulation and compression of Soul Power within the body, like widening meridians and accumulating a lake of water inside.
Whereas the meditation from his past life was about submerging his mental force into the stardust, strengthening his Spiritual World by communicating with external elements.
“What if I combined the two? Using powerful mental force to forcibly draw in external elements, then using this World’s Soul Power circulation route to perform a great cycle within the body, coordinating inside and out…”
Thinking of this, Mo Fan did it immediately.
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness instantly sank into a pitch-black Spiritual World.
Hum!
Various elements lit up slightly in his perception.
Immediately after, Mo Fan began to try and activate both cultivation methods simultaneously.
His mental force transformed into countless tentacles, unreasonably and crazily dragging the Soul Power and elements drifting between heaven and earth into his body.
Hum, hum, hum!
The meridians in his body were instantly filled with surging energy, and under Mo Fan’s control, the originally gentle Soul Power cycle began to operate at a terrifying speed.
This feeling was too wonderful.
The collision of the two systems not only didn’t cause conflict, but instead perfectly complemented each other; his Spiritual World was simply a cheat code for cultivating Soul Power.
Unknowingly, Mo Fan completely cut off all perception of the outside World and fell into a profound and mysterious state — Deep Meditation.
…
Once he sat down, the concept of time was completely lost.
By the night of the seventh day, outside the exclusive training room deep within the Blacksmiths Association.
Saint Craftsman Mu Chen stood with his hands behind his back in front of the heavy steel door.
His usually refined and steady face was now filled with shock.
He habitually raised his right hand to stroke his chin, but for some reason, his fingertips were trembling slightly.
For the past seven days, he had been scanning this quiet room with his mental force every few hours.
Seven full days and seven nights!
Without eating or drinking!
The six-year-old brat inside not only showed no signs of exhaustion, but on the contrary, the Soul Power storm inside his body was intensifying, always maintaining the peak state of Deep Meditation!
“This brat… what kind of monster is he?” Mu Chen stared at the tightly closed dark iron door and subconsciously let out a breath.
“Dad, who is a monster?”
A crisp question came from the side.
A little girl was casually tossing a heavy forging hammer in her hand, lifting her exquisite little face with some curiosity, her big eyes blinking as she looked at Mu Chen.
Mu Chen turned around, gently rubbed his daughter Mu Xi’s head with his large hand, and sighed with a complex look in his eyes: “A very clever Little freak. Let’s go, don’t disturb him; you’ll see him in the future.”
The morning of the eighth day.
Boom!
A solid wave of Soul Power erupted from within the quiet room, and the violent elements flashed and vanished within the room, finally all converging inward.
Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes and let out a long, stale breath.
His pitch-black eyes were as deep as the stars in the night sky.
He stretched his somewhat stiff neck and subconsciously sensed his own Soul Power level.
Level 11 and a half!
“Damn, only went up half a level?” Mo Fan couldn’t help but roll his eyes, complaining with some dissatisfaction, “I sat until my butt went numb, and it only increased by this little bit? Why is leveling up in this World so difficult?”
If others heard Mo Fan’s complaint, they would probably spit a mouthful of blood in his face on the spot!