I Got Up and One-Shotted Him with a Finger

After the testing assembly ended, Mo Lin did not gain his "freedom." After all, this was only the beginning of the month. What awaited him next was the "grand gift" Bibi Dong had carefully prepared for him.

"Master, this is going too far!"

Mo Lin stood in Bibi Dong's room, holding a schedule.

Bibi Dong smiled.

"Too far? Your master is doing this for your own good. After just two days of friendly sparring with your classmates, your soul power was already depleted. That proves you have not trained enough. So, in order to give you sufficient exercise, I put a great deal of thought into arranging this schedule for you."

Mo Lin rolled his eyes.

"When you say carefully prepared, you mean you spent an hour filling every slot on the schedule with spirit battles?! If they're just one-on-one contest battles, aren't you only allowed one match per day?!"

Bibi Dong took one look and knew what Mo Lin was thinking.

"If you are wondering why you can participate in so many spirit battles in a single day, then naturally, it is because every match after the first will be a wager match. Your master will provide all the stakes. I trust my good disciple will not make his master lose money, right?"

Mo Lin looked at the schedule, then at Bibi Dong.

"Then, the things won from those wager matches..."

"They'll be yours. Head to the entrance of the Papal Palace in a while; someone will take you there. And one more thing—your matches were all personally booked by me. If you arrive late and are declared the loser, you know what will happen." Bibi Dong said.

Unhappy as he was, Mo Lin still obediently made his way to the entrance. Sure enough, a Spirit Hall staff member was waiting there. As Mo Lin drew closer, he found the man somewhat familiar.

"Isn't this Brother Tao?"

That was right—Su Yuntao was here again. Bibi Dong knew perfectly well who Mo Lin was more familiar with.

Su Yuntao scratched the back of his head.

"Don't call me Brother anymore. Your soul power has surpassed mine by so much already. In only four years, you have become a Soul Elder. Looks like I, Su Yuntao, really do have a good eye for talent, huh? (Please repeat that while looking at Tang San.)"

"Don't even start. The spirit battles on my schedule have been arranged crystal clear. Hurry up and take me to the Grand Spirit Arena." Mo Lin said.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Grand Spirit Arena of Spirit City!" A host stood atop a floating platform, whipping up the crowd's excitement. "Today's match is particularly special, because among the contestants in today's first spirit battle is the youngest Soul Master to compete since the Grand Spirit Arena was founded. Now, let us welcome him to the stage! Battle Soul Elder Mo Lin, tool martial soul Primordial Qi, versus Battle Soul Elder Li Shen, beast martial soul Shadowstrike Leopard!"

The moment Mo Lin stepped onto the stage, he drew every eye in the arena. He was simply too young. At ten years old, he was barely over 1.6 meters tall, forming a stark contrast with the 1.8-meter Li Shen across from him. Then came the audience's shock, because the host had just said that Mo Lin was a Battle Soul Elder!

The two stood at the center of the stage. There was not the slightest hint of contempt on Li Shen's face. To possess the strength of a Soul Elder at such a young age—such talent surely meant he was a student of Spirit Hall.

Li Shen assumed a fighting stance, fully on guard.

"The match begins!"

Li Shen swiftly possessed his martial soul. With a kick of both legs, he charged straight at Mo Lin, one claw shooting for Mo Lin's face. He clearly intended to use his speed and combat experience to defeat Mo Lin.

Just as the claw was about to touch Mo Lin's face, Mo Lin dropped his body at an unbelievable speed, evading the attack. His two fingers shot out and struck Li Shen's Juque acupoint.

Li Shen's forward charge already carried immense momentum, so Mo Lin did not exert much force, lest he kill him on the spot.

But the acupoint Mo Lin had struck was a fatal one. The moment Li Shen's Juque acupoint was hit by those two fingers, blood erupted from his mouth. He collapsed to the ground in agony, unable even to cry out.

This was only a contest battle, and one side was even a child. The host had never expected to see this much blood, and with the match ending so quickly, he froze along with the entire audience. But he soon recovered with professional composure, immediately signaling for the staff by the stage to enter before announcing, "The winner is Mo Lin!"

Mo Lin crouched beside Li Shen and secretly used Double Full Hands to treat him. He truly had not controlled his strength well this time and had hit too hard. After ensuring Li Shen's life was no longer in danger, he left the arena.

When Su Yuntao saw Mo Lin come out, he was quite surprised.

"It ended that quickly?"

Mo Lin said, "Call it bad luck. I happened to hit his vital point, so it ended a little faster."

Su Yuntao thought about Mo Lin's words.

"Vital point? Hiss—"

For some reason, his lower body turned cold, and he unconsciously clamped his legs together.

One look was enough for Mo Lin to know Su Yuntao had gotten the wrong idea.

"What are you thinking? Not that vital point. Which arena is the next match in? Hurry up and take me there."

Second match.

Mo Lin versus Li Lei. Mo Lin unleashed a Skyward Cannon straight into his opponent's forehead, knocking him unconscious on the spot.

Third match.

Mo Lin versus Han Meimei. Mo Lin used Wind-Through-Sleeve into a sweeping kick, shattering her jaw and breaking her leg.

Fourth match.

Six spirit battles in one day. Mo Lin did not use his martial soul even once, and none of the matches lasted longer than ten seconds. Every opponent suffered injuries of varying severity. This gave Mo Lin an infamous reputation in Spirit City's Grand Spirit Arena. Although wager matches were said to be fights to the death, if their lives were truly at risk and losing the wager would not seriously damage their financial situation, most people would still surrender when it was time to surrender. Money could be earned again, but once a life was gone, it was truly gone.

But Mo Lin never gave his opponents a chance to surrender. One move, or one string of consecutive moves, and they would basically be carried out lying down.

In just one day, word spread from one person to ten, then from ten to a hundred. Almost everyone had heard that there was a child of immense strength who fought with ruthless cruelty.

But the absurd part was that as the rumors spread, they turned into all kinds of nonsense: "He won't stop until he cripples his opponent," "He has a vicious nature and enjoys tormenting his opponents," "Write your will before fighting him," and so on.

Of course, Mo Lin had not deliberately crippled his opponents or prevented them from surrendering. He had merely wanted to use the first day to test how hard he could hit someone while ensuring they screamed for their mothers without requiring him to pay any "medical bills" — though he did not have to pay them anyway. More importantly, he wanted to avoid making his opponents cough up blood in future betting matches like he had in the first match that day.

So in reality, over Mo Lin's final five matches, the severity of his opponents' injuries had gradually decreased.

But that reputation had already been established. It seemed Mo Lin could no longer explain himself even if he wanted to.

The second day, the third day—everything kept repeating itself. Mo Lin suddenly felt that Bibi Dong had truly given him a great gift. Every day, he only needed to spend a little over a minute fighting six people one by one, and he could make a fortune by betting on himself and collecting the winnings from all sorts of wagers. Mo Lin felt this was far more profitable than selling armor.

A week later, due to Mo Lin's godlike performances, the Grand Soul Arena changed all bets involving his matches to:

Whether Mo Lin could defeat his opponent within twenty seconds: 1 to 1.3

Whether Mo Lin could defeat his opponent within ten seconds: 1 to 2

Whether Mo Lin could defeat his opponent within five seconds: 1 to 5

Bibi Dong sat in her room, looking over Mo Lin's record. She was happy, yet unhappy at the same time.

She was happy because Mo Lin was her disciple and would become a pillar of Spirit Hall in the future. Naturally, she wanted to see him possess the strength to easily defeat Soul Masters of the same rank.

But Mo Lin's current strength seemed to have little to do with her. Over the years, she had only fulfilled a master's duties in terms of material support. And when she had arranged this schedule, she had originally wanted Mo Lin to suffer a little. Yet now, that had not shown at all!