pertwk Chapter 46 The King of the Training Ground, the Demon King Title.
Chapter 46 The King of the Training Ground, the Demon King Title.
Chapter 46 The King of the Training Ground, the Demon King Title.
"I'll take you to the academy; it's the only thing I can do for you as your teacher."
Yue Guan's expression was forlorn, but his tone left no room for refusal.
"Thank you very much, teacher."
Su Mo looked at Yue Guan, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He worshipped Yue Guan only to have a powerful backer, but Yue Guan had indeed treated him very well.
In the original story, Yue Guan was killed by Tang San. Later, he killed Tang San, which could be considered as repaying the debt to his nominal teacher.
Yue Guan and Su Mo left the Papal Palace together. On the throne, Bibi Dong stared at Su Mo's back for a long time without coming back to her senses.
The Spirit Hall Academy is located in the central part of Spirit City, only a few kilometers away from the Papal Palace.
"Su Mo, remember to come back to me once you've mastered the Vajra Indestructible Secret Technique."
Yue Guan gave a few words of advice and then hurriedly left the place.
Su Mo looked at the five large, gilded characters on the school gate and couldn't help but smile.
It's a hundred times more magnificent than Shrek Academy, but unfortunately, the people here aren't the main characters.
Su Mo entered the academy with ease, and no one stopped him.
He arrived at the academy before the Pope could.
"Is that Su Mo?"
An elderly man with a white beard and wearing gold-rimmed glasses ran over from a distance, his tone somewhat anxious.
"That's right."
Su Mo replied.
"Come with me."
The old man frowned, his tone revealing a hint of helplessness.
The Pope said that this young man was a Soul Saint, and he had no idea where to place Su Mo.
Su Mo followed behind the old man, and many people cast strange glances at him along the way.
"Brother Yan, I heard that person is a Soul Saint."
A tall boy spoke to a boy with long, fiery red hair standing beside him.
"Hmph, what Soul Saint? That's utter nonsense."
Yan's tone was quite disdainful. Even he was only a level 51 Soul King, and it was impossible for anyone to reach the Soul Saint level at the age of fourteen.
"Brother, what level do you think he's at?"
Hu Liena stared intently at Su Mo, but she still couldn't see through his cultivation level.
Standing beside her was a tall man with a pale face and exceptionally handsome features.
"This is a higher level than mine."
Xie Yue had noticed Su Mo long ago, but he couldn't see through Su Mo's strength at all.
"What brings you here?"
Su Mo looked at the students sweating profusely on the training field, feeling utterly puzzled.
The old man's expression was solemn as he explained, "There's an unwritten rule in our Spirit Hall Academy's training grounds."
"He who can defeat ten people in a row in the arena will become the Demon King."
"Demon King? What's the use of that title?"
Su Mo frowned slightly and asked.
He had encountered too many useless titles and was not interested in the so-called title of Demon King.
The old man smiled slightly and replied, "The Demon King enjoys the highest treatment in the academy and is respected by all the students."
Su Mo raised an eyebrow, his brain starting to work at lightning speed.
Although the Demon King is said to enjoy the highest level of treatment, it sounds like something that is very difficult to obtain.
"How many Demon Kings can there be at most?"
Su Mo asked again.
"Of course there's only one."
The old man replied.
"Who was the last demon king?"
"He is a genius known as the Golden Generation, and his name is Yan."
Upon hearing this, Su Mo nodded.
It turns out it was Yan, that little sycophant. He thought the Demon King would be Hu Liena or Xie Yue.
On the stage, yet another person was kicked off.
"What a pity, we were just two games away from a ten-game winning streak."
"What's the pity? The tenth match is against the current Demon King Yan. Apart from Xie Yue, who can stand up to him?"
On the arena, a young man dressed in white smiled and called out to the crowd:
"Is there anyone willing to accept the challenge?"
"I've come to fight you."
Su Mo lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped into the air.
"arrogant."
The young man in white snorted coldly, not taking this unfamiliar fellow seriously.
Su Mo immediately recognized the white-robed youth's cultivation level: level forty-one Soul Master.
He would be considered a genius in any faction, but unfortunately, he encountered Su Mo.
"Blazing Fist!"
The white-robed youth's third spirit ring flashed, flames clung to his fist, and he attacked Su Mo at an extremely fast speed.
Su Mo was not afraid at all, and didn't even bother to release his martial spirit.
He dodged the fist by sidestepping and then grabbed the white-clad boy's arm.
Then, with a sudden burst of strength, the white-clad youth flew off the stage, landing in a daze.
"What the hell?"
The young man in white stood up and looked at Su Mo as if he were a ghost.
He hadn't seen Su Mo's movements clearly at all; he only remembered that he suddenly flew up.
"Su Mo, another victory!"
The old man spoke in a loud voice.
His voice echoed throughout the training ground, and everyone knew Su Mo's name.
"Brother, did you see it clearly?"
Hu Liena sat down next to Xie Yue and couldn't help but ask.
"I saw it clearly, but it's useless."
Xie Yue clicked his tongue.
That speed was terrifying; I'd probably be thrown out myself if I tried to go up there.
"Is there anyone else who wants to take on the challenge?"
The old man had a smile on his face and a loud voice.
He thought Su Mo was just a pretty face, but he didn't expect him to actually have some skills.
He brought Su Mo to challenge the title of Demon King in order to understand Su Mo's true strength.
"I'll do it!"
A burly man with a rugged face jumped onto the ring.
"Even the Bear King has accepted the challenge; he must be level 46 by now, right?"
A gasp suddenly came from below the arena, suggesting that the man was no ordinary person.
At this moment, everyone in the training ground stopped training, and nearly half of them surrounded the ring, making it impossible to move under the ring.
Those who couldn't squeeze in found a high spot to sit, all wondering if the title of Demon King would change hands.
"Martial Soul Possession!"
The man roared, his entire body covered in thick brown fur, and his muscles bulged, making him look quite intimidating.
"Bear's Mountain-Breaking Palm!"
The man's hands suddenly grew several times larger and emitted a golden light.
This is his fourth soul skill, which comes from a soul beast that lived five thousand years ago.
When one cultivates to a high level, one can break through mountains and shatter caves.
He rushed towards Su Mo, his hands already poised for action.
"Oh, that's interesting."
Su Mo saw it clearly and knew that the man's move was enough to injure a Soul King, and that it would be difficult for anyone below the Soul King level to withstand such an attack.
"They didn't even flinch? Were they scared out of their wits?"
"I thought he was a top seed, but it turns out he's just this?"
The crowd below the stage watched Su Mo, who remained motionless, and began to whisper among themselves.
"Hahaha, I won!"
The man also looked pleased, as if victory was already in his grasp.
He once used this technique to injure a Soul King, and even Yan was injured by it.
"Breaking Qi Style!"
Su Mo transformed her finger into a sword and stabbed it into the man's chest with lightning speed.
Blood gushed from the man's chest, and the soul power in his palms dissipated involuntarily.
With a thud, the man collapsed to the ground.
"Su Mo, two consecutive victories!"
Two men dressed in white quickly stopped the bleeding and then carried him away.
The entire training ground fell silent instantly, followed by a chorus of exclamations.
(End of this chapter)