Douluo: Opening Awakening Master Ball

Chapter 104 Mo Ling

The one who spoke was a girl who looked quite dashing. She was standing proudly among the crowd with her head held high.

In front of her were a group of young people wearing red college uniforms, all with malicious smiles on their faces.

They stood in a row, vaguely surrounding the girl, cutting off all escape routes.

"What's the matter with well water and river water? I just want to see you unhappy today, can't you?"

Among the Balak students, a leader came out and said arrogantly.

"you!"

The girl was angry and knew in her heart that the other party was just looking for trouble, so she snorted coldly.

“Is this the way Barak Academy is?”

"So what?"

The leader said disdainfully, then waved his hand, and several students spread out and surrounded the girl.

Although the onlookers complained when they saw a few grown men bullying a girl, they did not dare to interfere casually in the matter of soul masters, not to mention that the people behind Barak Academy were the nobles of the kingdom.

Ning Yuan originally planned to just watch the excitement, but now that he knew that the girl was from Cangqiong Soul Master Academy, he naturally could no longer stand by and watch like this.

Why is this girl also a future alumna? How can she be bullied by these crooks from Barak College?

With this thought in his mind, Ning Yuan had already pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

But as soon as he reached the innermost part of the crowd, he felt the fierce aura exuding from the girl.

Facing six or seven people, she didn't show any stage fright. Instead, she directly summoned her martial spirit, as if she was ready to take on the challenge.

"Mo Ling, level 26 attack-type battle soul master, martial soul-breaking army gun."

Ning Yuan was a little surprised that this girl's martial spirit was actually a spear.

I saw the girl who called herself Mo Ling, skillfully turning the military gun in her hand several times, and pointed the tip of the gun directly at the leader of Barak Academy.

She is tall and well-proportioned, with long black hair tied into a smart high ponytail. She looks quite heroic.

Ning Jian saw the situation and was not in a hurry to come forward. Instead, he watched with interest.

The leader of Balak's side became a little annoyed when he saw that this little girl was not afraid of being outnumbered.

He waved, and a student who looked a bit older came out.

They are all senior students of Barak students, and they belong to the group who are about to graduate. Their basic age is over 25 years old, and their strength is around the soul master.

The person who will come out now has almost reached the soul master threshold with strength of level 29.

In comparison, Mo Ling, who came from Cangqiong Soul Master Academy, looked much more immature.

Ning Yuan guessed that the other party was about the same age as himself, maybe a year or two older at most.

The senior student released his martial spirit as soon as he stood up. He was also a weapon soul master. The martial spirit was an axe, and his whole body was gray.

The fight between the two was about to break out. The onlookers were afraid of being affected and retreated one after another. Only Ning Yuan did not move.

He was separated from the main force and stood alone in the front.

The aftermath of Mo Ling's battle with the senior students was right in front of him, and the air flow created by the collision of martial spirits even rolled up his robe and hair.

"The strength is much stronger than that of ordinary great soul masters."

Ning Yuan looked at Mo Ling and made a rough assessment of his strength in his mind.

The senior student from Barak Academy, although his soul power was three levels higher, did not have a clear advantage in the battle.

Instead, he was pressed forward step by step by Mo Ling's fierce offensive, and fell into the dilemma of passive defense.

Mo Ling's hand was seen holding the gun. When it collided with the ax spirit, the hand quietly slipped back and finally held the end of the gun.

Then, she used her strength to push upwards, and in the flash of lightning, the upperclassman's ax spirit came out of her hand.

Mo Ling took a step forward, and when the ax fell to the ground, her army-breaking gun was already pressed against the opponent's chest.

"Move one more time and the broken army gun will go through your chest."

she said coldly.

Seeing this scene, the leader turned pale and cursed:

"waste!"

He did not expect that the level 29 great soul master on his side would lose.

"You, and you, come together."

The leader gritted his teeth and directed the two people behind him to take action.

This time, the two people who came out were both soul masters, surrounded by three soul rings. Although they were not perfectly configured, they were not something Mo Ling could compete with.

Ning Yuan was a little surprised. The little girl from Cangqiong Academy still refused to admit defeat. She raised her spear again and pointed it at her opponent. She obviously wanted to fight Barak one-on-one.

But a great soul master has no chance of winning against a soul master, let alone two soul masters.

"So many people are bullying a girl. As a partner of justice, I cannot stand by and watch."

Ning Yuan knew that he could no longer watch, so he took a step forward and came to the two soul masters to separate them from Mo Ling.

"It's none of your business here. I advise you to stay aside and stop meddling in other people's business."

One of the Soul Lords spoke.

Seeing Ning Yuan's young appearance, they thought he was just a dazed young man who fantasized about being a hero saving beauty, and didn't take it to heart.

Facing the young man who suddenly appeared in front of her, Mo Ling was also slightly stunned.

She couldn't see Ning Yuan's face, only her back, but she still guessed that Ning Yuan was not much different in age from her, so naturally he couldn't be that strong.

Mo Ling understood that Barak Academy was just trying to cause trouble for Cangqiong Academy. She didn’t want to involve others, so she said:

"Thank you for your kindness, but they are from Barak College. This is a grudge between our two colleges. I don't want you to be involved."

As soon as these words came out, before Ning Yuan had time to reply, he heard a sneer from Balak.

"It's a joke. Is the current Cangqiong Academy worthy of having a grudge against us, Barak? As for your shabby academy, I'm afraid it won't be able to recruit new students this year, so why not close it quickly?"

Then, they laughed wildly, and when people around them heard this, they also started talking about it.

"Yes, I heard that there are only a few dozen people in Cangqiong Academy now, and the instructors can just leave, and the only one left who is good is their vice president."

"Their vice-dean is also called powerful? I heard that he is just a Soul Emperor, and there are several mentors at the level of Balak Soul Emperor."

"..."

When these words scolding Cangqiong Academy came over, Mo Ling stood on the spot, holding the broken army gun tightly in her hand, her face turning green and red.

She was angry, but had no way to refute.

Because today's Cangqiong Academy has indeed declined.

From the first high-level soul master academy in the Balak Kingdom to now on the verge of closure, there is a huge gap.

This is why Barak Academy wants to cause trouble for her.

In the past, Cangqiong Academy had always been ahead of Balak, occupying the quota for the continent's advanced soul master elite competition.

Barak Academy's strength is mediocre. Even if the kingdom's nobles take the blame, they can't beat Cangqiong Academy.

Now that Cangqiong Academy is in decline, they will naturally step on it.

Just when Mo Ling didn't know how to respond, she heard the young man standing in front of her speak.

"As a member of Future Cangqiong Academy, I can't pretend that I didn't hear what you are saying now."

(End of this chapter)