After making their wager, the two walked straight outside to the spacious field below the tall building.
Huo Yuhao had been in a great mood. After all, he had thoroughly humiliated Dai Huabin as soon as he arrived at Shrek Academy, venting some of the resentment in his heart. But then he had run into this bizarre roommate. He really would not feel comfortable unless he taught him a lesson.
He could tell that Molo's martial soul was probably the spear in his hand. Molo stood around 1.7 meters tall, ten centimeters shorter than him, yet the spear in Molo's hand was a full three meters long.
The spearhead was incredibly sharp, made from some unknown material. Its shaft was not particularly smooth, looking as though it had been fashioned from vines, but its patterns depicted dragons, tigers, phoenixes, black tortoises, and qilin, and it radiated a powerful presence.
Most importantly, a red cord was wound around the spearhead. It was not really a single cord; on closer inspection, it was made up of countless red strands of blood.
The entire spear radiated a bloody, baleful aura, blood mist swirling around it as killing intent seethed.
Since this was the peak of freshman enrollment, plenty of students were coming and going around Shrek's dormitories, so Huo Yuhao and Molo's actions drew considerable attention.
"Sis, someone's fighting."
At the dormitory entrance, a boy dressed in luxurious blue clothes tugged at an exceptionally beautiful woman wearing a blue, glass-like long dress. He pointed toward Huo Yuhao and Molo, then hurriedly pulled her over.
Clearly, he wanted to join the crowd and watch.
"Xiao, what's so interesting about two first-year students fighting? Aren't you already a Soul Elder?"
Ling Xiao merely chuckled. "But that boy uses a spear. We might have a chance