Broken Clan

As for his feat of forty-two consecutive kills in a week, Mo Lin would like to say that he really hadn't used cheats!

This was perfectly normal. Since childhood, Mo Lin had possessed a complete martial arts training system. He had access to moves and cultivation methods from all sorts of sects, able to draw on the strengths of countless schools and make them his own. Unlike other soul masters, he did not need to figure out his own combat style from scratch.

Moreover, he had absorbed soul rings beyond his level starting with his very first one. In terms of soul ring age, he exceeded others of the same rank by nearly four thousand years. His physical abilities and soul power reserves rivaled those of the vast majority of Soul Ancestors.

With such enormous advantages, if Mo Lin still couldn't instantly defeat those independent soul masters whose soul rings might not even have been optimally matched, he might as well find a block of frozen tofu and bash his head to death on it.

A new week, a new beginning.

Unlike his first visit, Mo Lin hummed a tune and skipped into the Great Spirit Arena, with his "secretary," Su Yuntao, following behind him.

The people around them immediately made way or detoured when they saw Mo Lin. Even some Spirit Hall students who had come to participate in spirit battles did not dare interact with him too much. None of them wanted to be associated with this little King of Hell.

But there were always exceptions, such as Hu Liena.

"Mo Lin, you're here pretty early!"

"Morning, Senior Sister. Have you gotten used to Soul Ancestor-level spirit battles?" Mo Lin asked with a smile.

Hu Liena shook her head with a bitter smile.

"I thought my charm abilities would make things easy, but I was still too naive. I narrowly lost three matches. Still, you've really made quite a name for yourself in this Great Spirit Arena."

Mo Lin helplessly waved his hand.

"Senior Sister, don't make fun of me. It's already good enough that people aren't shouting for my blood. I've clearly been pretty restrained in my matches afterward, and I've never actually beaten anyone to death in a wager match. Yet my reputation just keeps getting worse. Ah, they're calling me over the broadcast. Senior Sister, I'll be going first."

"Battle Soul Elder Mo Lin..."

Hearing the host call his name, Mo Lin casually walked into the arena.

But his opponent nearly fainted.

"Why?! I only come here occasionally! How did I end up facing him?!"

"The match begins!" the host announced.

"Referee, I surren—Pfft—"

The moment Mo Lin heard the word "begin," he rushed forward and punched his opponent straight out of the arena.

"Sorry, I had Brother Tao place a bet for me. If you surrendered, wouldn't the wager be canceled?"

The morning's spirit battles remained exceptionally smooth. None of Mo Lin's wager-match opponents had soul power above level thirty-five. The only issue was that the items they wagered were rather underwhelming, useful to Mo Lin only after being converted into money.

"Mo Lin," Su Yuntao suddenly came over to him. "You might need to pay attention to your final wager match this afternoon."

"Oh? Is my opponent from some major clan?" Mo Lin asked.

Su Yuntao did not immediately confirm it.

"This may only be my guess. The name he registered under is Liu Xin, and his martial soul is the Flowing Silver Spear. But I watched one of his wager matches. In my opinion, the martial soul he used should be the Soul-Breaking Spear, the martial soul of the Broken Clan that once served the Clear Sky Sect. His name should be fake as well."

Mo Lin's expression turned serious. He had never forgotten about avenging his parents. But he needed not only the strength for revenge—he also needed the entire continent to know why he was seeking revenge against the Clear Sky Sect. Therefore, if he could use the Double Full Hands to control someone who truly knew what had happened back then and possessed a certain status, he would have irrefutable firsthand testimony. In the future, he would have a better chance of persuading the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to avenge his parents. When he formally went to war with the Clear Sky Sect afterward, he would also be the one with righteousness on his side.

"But why would someone from the Broken Clan come to Spirit City? Back then, our Spirit Hall put them through hell. They shouldn't want to come to Spirit City, nor should they dare to," Mo Lin said.

Su Yuntao took out a booklet.

"This records the wagers and participating soul masters from all the wager matches over the past few days. You'll understand once you take a look."

Mo Lin opened the booklet and immediately understood. As a clan that researched medicine, the Broken Clan had likely run short of certain medicinal herbs during their research and been unable to find them elsewhere. That was why they had sent this "Liu Xin" to Spirit City to participate in wager matches and try their luck.

The wagers offered by his opponents over the last three days had mostly been rare medicinal herbs. However, in order to conceal his purpose, he had also participated in one or two matches with other kinds of wagers.

As for Liu Xin's match against Mo Lin that afternoon, the wager Bibi Dong had prepared for Mo Lin was a stalk of Phoenix-Eye Grass. This herb was extremely rare and possessed tremendous medicinal value.

"No wonder he chose to wager against me. Whether or not Phoenix-Eye Grass is the Broken Clan's primary target, they'll definitely fight for it."

Mo Lin closed the booklet and handed it back to Su Yuntao.

"Don't tell anyone else about this for now, lest we alert them."

That afternoon, for the final wager match, Mo Lin arrived at the arena on time. He did not dare be careless in the slightest when facing someone from the Broken Clan. As the only martial soul in all of Douluo Continent currently capable of independently awakening soul rings, combined with its unique traits, its attack power should surpass that of nearly all soul masters at the same rank. What was more, this "Liu Xin" was a level-forty Soul Elder at the peak of his rank.

"The match begins!"

Like many of the opponents Mo Lin had encountered before, Liu Xin chose to seize the initiative and attack first. However, the defining trait of a spear martial soul was that the longer it was, the stronger it became. Liu Xin's attack range far exceeded that of the previous soul masters.

Liu Xin thrust his spear, aiming straight for Mo Lin's head.

Mo Lin lowered his body and slipped past it, pressing low as he rapidly closed the distance.

Liu Xin lowered the spear shaft and used his first soul skill, Tremor. This soul skill was generally used to break free from the restraints of control-system soul masters, but when the Soul-Breaking Spear came into contact with a person, it produced intense vibrations that could likewise injure an opponent.

Mo Lin immediately dodged to the left. The Soul-Breaking Spear smashed into the ground, and its vibrations traveled directly through the floor, even giving Mo Lin beside it a faint jolt.

Mo Lin smiled slightly.

"Interesting."

Seeing that his strike had failed, Liu Xin immediately followed with a sweeping strike.

Since the spear swept close to the ground, Mo Lin lightly jumped and easily avoided it. Then, before Liu Xin could launch another attack, he charged straight at him and threw a direct punch.

Liu Xin barely managed to block it with the rear end of his spear shaft. He had intended to counterattack, but Mo Lin had already closed in.

"Explosive Force, Shift, Block, Hammer!"

Mo Lin's spinning punch landed directly on Liu Xin's abdomen.

As expected of someone from the Broken Clan, Liu Xin seized the opportunity to leap backward using the force of the punch, successfully opening the distance. Yet he also felt sweetness rise in his throat. Although Mo Lin's punch had not landed completely solidly, it had still injured Liu Xin's internal organs.

Liu Xin stared at Mo Lin, raised his spear, and pointed its tip at him. The strength Mo Lin had displayed just now made him deeply wary. He felt that unless he caught Mo Lin off guard, it would be difficult to defeat him.

After opening the distance, Mo Lin was in no hurry to attack. He wanted to see just how capable Liu Xin truly was.