Chapter 25 Practical Class.
On the academy playground.
When the afternoon came, all the students in Mo Di's class had already arrived at the playground, and no one was late.
Not only because most of the students came from aristocratic families, so they knew the importance of punctuality.
But also because of the deterrent effect Mo Di left in the students' hearts, no one dared to be late.
But at this time, everyone just stood there, waiting quietly. Because by now, the time for class has long arrived, but Mo Di still hasn't come.
Even the faces of many students began to show impatience.
At this moment, in the distance, Mo Di was already walking towards them leisurely, with an old woman beside him.
The old woman had chicken skin and white hair, with gray hair curled on top of her head, wearing a white robe, and a kind face.
After a while.
Mo Di walked up to the students and took a look. "Yes, everyone's here. No one's late."
He took a deep breath and waved to the old woman. "I'll leave these children's scars to you. If they're not healed, it will hinder progress."
"No problem," the old woman said, not even glancing at the scars on the students' bodies. She readily agreed, clearly accustomed to it.
"But could you be a little gentler each time?"
The old woman, who had initially taken a glance at the scars, had spoken directly on behalf of the new students.
Mo Di curled his lips. "None of your business."
The old woman didn't get angry, but simply smiled and shook her head before walking over to the students.
Dazzling spirit rings rose from beneath his feet: three yellow, one purple, and one black. The old woman before him was, surprisingly, a Soul King like Mo Di.
The old woman's right hand clenched in mid-air, and a scepter resembling jade appeared in her hand.
Raising her scepter, her third spirit ring flashed, illuminating everyone with a soft green light.
Soon, the scars on their bodies vanished at a tangible speed, as if they had never appeared.
Meanwhile, Jin Sanqian, standing beside Xuan Mo, murmured, "I feel like I've seen her somewhere before. Where?"
Xuan Mo ignored her.
"Thank you very much, but I might need you again later."
At this moment, Old Mo, observing the old woman slowly withdrawing her martial spirit, walked to the front of the group.
Seeing Mo Di approach, Xuan Mo knew the highlight of this afternoon was about to begin.
Mo Di glanced at the group, finally setting his sights on Xuan Mo. "In the afternoon, we'll have a practical class. Let me see your strength. Before the actual battle, I'll give you one incense stick of time to prepare."
The entire class instantly piqued their interest, each one eager to try.
But then…
Mo Di continued, "I'll decide the order. As for the number, three of you will attack at once. As for your opponent, I'll be yours!"
As soon as these words left his mouth, the entire class froze, their healed wounds aching.
"I'm going to light some incense, so let's start counting now."
With these words, Mo Di pulled a stick of incense from his soul storage device, touched the end of the stick with his finger, and after lighting it, he walked aside and stuck it into the ground.
Upon hearing Mo Di's words, the entire class dispersed, each beginning to warm up or adjust their form.
Xuan Mo also went off to the side, adjusting his body to stay in peak condition.
Just then, Jin Sanqian approached Xuan Mo.
"Mozi, what do you say we should do?"
"Um, what do you mean by what?"
Xuan Mo, who was stretching his arms and legs, glanced at the nervous Jin Sanqian and understood what he was worried about.
So he jokingly said, "Don't worry, at most I'll take two pounds of your flesh off, it won't be a big deal."
"Mozi, this is no joke. Old Mo will definitely not show any mercy,"
Jin Sanqian whispered in Xuan Mo's ear, trying to keep his voice low. Xuan Mo's eyes widened when he heard this, and he whispered, "You're whispering about him behind his back, aren't you afraid of being doomed?"
"I don't think so..."
Jin Sanqian's confidence completely vanished by the end.
He noticed that although Mo Di's eyes were darting around, they had just suddenly drifted in their direction and hadn't left. Moreover, a stern gleam flashed in Mo Di's eyes.
Jin Sanqian's face turned pale. "This is over. Mozi, you have to help me."
"How can you ask me to help?"
Meanwhile, although Mo Di had appeared to be surveying his surroundings, his attention was actually constantly on Xuan Mo.
But just now, he happened to overhear Jin Sanqian's words.
"Haha! Good little fatty! Then I'll grant you your wish. Perfect, it saves us both some trouble."
...
The incense stick of time quickly expired.
Facing the group of students before him, Mo Di didn't even glance at them, but simply called out three.
"Xuan Mo, Jin Sanqian, and Wei Erda."
The three whose names were called, with the exception of Xuan Mo, all grimaced as they stepped out of the crowd. Jin Sanqian, in particular, had the look on his face, as if his mother had died.
"You three, let's begin your first practical lesson."
Then, the soul seal on Mo Di's hand flashed, and a blood-red vine coiled around him.
"Of course, I'll only use my martial spirit's first soul skill against the three of you. Feel free to do whatever you want. I'll give you two minutes to get to know each other."
With that, he retracted his martial spirit, closed his eyes, and waited.
Meanwhile,
Xuan Mo and the other two gathered together, and Xuan Mo took the opportunity to carefully examine Wei Erda.
Not only was he thin, but he also looked gloomy...
At this time, Jin Sanqian looked like a defeated rooster, with his head drooping.
"Alas, it's all over this time. Sorry, Mozi, Wilda."
"It's okay."
Wilda was very frugal with his words. After saying that, he stood aside and watched quietly.
"This has nothing to do with you. Now, let's get to know each other first, tell each other our names and abilities, and see how we can cooperate to deal with Mo Di's practical class."
Xuan Mo simply comforted Jin Sanqian and then asked.
"Sanqian, do you know Wilda?"
Jin Sanqian heard this and glanced at Wilda. "Yes, Wilda's family and ours are old friends. However, his personality is a bit weird."
"Why don't you introduce yourself, Wilda?" Xuan Mo suggested to Wilda.
Wilda did not refuse out loud for this, and nodded.
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