Li Wuyou: I Can Fight Ten at Once

"Evil Eye White Tiger?"

"Nothing special!"

Li Wuyou dismissed the Angel Holy Sword in his hand. Dai Mubai toppled straight backward and crashed heavily onto the Soul Fighting arena with a boom, completely unconscious.

He glanced at Dai Mubai, who lay in a pool of blood with his eyes rolled back and had completely lost the ability to fight, then calmly looked away.

He had held back with that slash!

This was a sparring match, not a fight to the death. He had no need to kill anyone.

Besides, before the Soul Fight began, he had said that, since he could make himself a fortune, he would go easy on Dai Mubai when he beat him up. Naturally, he would not go back on his word.

"Referee, it's time to announce the result!"

Seeing that the referee was still in a daze, Li Wuyou spoke up to remind him.

He was still waiting to collect his winnings!

He did not want to waste time here!

"I declare Angel the winner of this one-on-one Soul Fight!"

The referee took several seconds to come back to his senses.

He raised his trembling right hand and loudly announced the result of the Soul Fight.

"The Evil Eye White Tiger passed down through the Star Luo Imperial Family?"

"Heh, nothing special. I can fight ten of them!"

"My Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul is the strongest!"

"Praise the Angel God!"

Li Wuyou turned and walked toward the edge of the arena, tossing out those outrageously arrogant words without looking back.

Everyone: "The hell do you mean, you can fight ten?!"

Arrogant. He was far too arrogant!

But when they thought of his three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, they had to admit that he did indeed have the qualifications to be arrogant.

But the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul?

It seemed another peerless monster had appeared in Spirit Hall!

They had to hurry and send word of this back!

Well, come to think of it, there was something to that.

Although Li Wuyou had no connection whatsoever to Spirit Hall's Angel Clan, it was undeniable that he too had awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

In a sense, Li Wuyou was practically another branch of the Angel Clan. If one had to say what difference there was between Li Wuyou and Spirit Hall's Angel Clan?

It was merely that one bore the surname Qian and the other Li!

After the Soul Fight ended, Dai Mubai lay in a pool of blood, his life or death uncertain, and for a time, he even caused some confusion in the arena.

The beautiful middle-aged woman in the VIP box remained calm in the face of trouble and immediately arranged for a healing-type Soul Master to go up and treat Dai Mubai.

"Mom, why did you send someone to save that perverted tiger?"

"That horrible guy—we might as well just throw him out and let him live or die on his own!"

Zi Yue's soft red lips puckered slightly.

She pursed her little mouth, her face full of disgust.

Dai Mubai had harassed her before, and she thoroughly despised him.

As the controllers of the Great Soul Arena, the Zi Clan ranked among the foremost local powers in Suotuo City.

Even without revealing her strength as a rank-forty Soul Ancestor, Zi Yue's outstanding looks and fiery figure alone had drawn a great many suitors and harassers.

Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar were naturally among the harassers. Zi Yue had always loathed Shrek Academy's three brothel-scum musketeers!

"All right, all right!"

"Girl, stop being willful!"

"It's not as if you don't know Dai Mubai's identity is rather special. He can't be allowed to die in our Great Soul Arena!"

The beautiful middle-aged woman also shook her head helplessly.

Others might not know Dai Mubai's identity, but how could she and her daughter not know?

He was the third prince of the Star Luo Empire!

If Dai Mubai died in the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena, then the Zi Clan that ran it would have to answer to the Star Luo Empire.

If she had not feared the Star Luo Empire, she could not have been bothered whether Dai Mubai lived or died!

As Zi Yue and her mother chatted, several staff members rushed onto the Soul Fighting platform.

When they saw Dai Mubai lying in a pool of blood, with no telling whether he was alive or dead, they all jumped in fright.

Their clan head had specifically instructed them that Dai Mubai absolutely could not die in their Great Soul Arena.

"Healing-type Soul Master, hurry and save him!"

"This guy can't die in our Great Soul Arena!"

"If he's going to die, he has to die outside!"

The steward in charge shouted at once.

A middle-aged Soul Master hurried forward and reached out to check Dai Mubai's pulse and breathing. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's fine, it's fine. This guy isn't going to die yet!"

"Judging by the wound, that newcomer codenamed Angel must have held back!"

After speaking, the middle-aged Soul Master summoned his Martial Soul to heal Dai Mubai.

The steward also breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he heard that.

He immediately arranged for someone to carry Dai Mubai away so he would not be in the way.

Two staff members promptly stepped forward and carefully carried the unconscious Dai Mubai away, terrified that the blood-soaked man would die in their Great Soul Arena.

As the staff carried Dai Mubai down from the Soul Fighting platform, the tens of thousands of spectators remained immersed in shock, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

A few seconds later, a deafening uproar erupted and swept through the entire Great Soul Arena in an instant.

"My heavens, the Evil Eye White Tiger was actually taken out by a newcomer in a single sword strike, and it was a crushing victory at that! That newcomer codenamed Angel is incredible!"

"Exactly! I thought the Evil Eye White Tiger was about to turn the tables in a desperate situation, but who would have thought the newcomer codenamed Angel was so powerful? The gap between them is just ridiculous!"

"Three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings. How on earth did that Angel manage it? It's unbelievable!"

The spectators chattered among themselves, their eyes full of shock and disbelief, but even more than that, they were filled with intense greed.

After all, this was a set of three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, directly breaking the record for Soul Ring age in all of Douluo Continent's history. How could they not feel greedy?

Of course, Li Wuyou paid no mind to those greedy, covetous gazes from beginning to end.

They wanted to make trouble for him?

Only a colossus like Spirit Hall would have any hope of that!

Li Wuyou did not even take the two great empires or the Upper Three Sects seriously.

As for those petty forces of cats and dogs, he could wipe them out in minutes. They could not stir up the slightest wave.

Not convinced?

How about a taste of his three great Angel Clone Soul Skills?

"Time to collect my winnings!"

Li Wuyou's expression was calm, as though the Soul Fight in which he had just crushed Dai Mubai had been nothing more than an insignificant little game to him.

He could not be bothered with the gazes around him and headed straight for the Great Soul Arena's settlement hall.

Although Dai Mubai had failed to satisfy him, he had still made a fortune in Gold Soul Coins.

It was just a pity that the next time betting opened on one of his Soul Fights, the odds probably would not be as astonishing as two to one!

At that moment, inside the settlement hall in the back of the Great Soul Arena.

Zi Yue looked at Li Wuyou with a beaming smile, having clearly been waiting for quite some time.

"Little brother Wuyou, you really did surprise your big sister!"

"Not only do you have three black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, you also won a fortune of nearly a hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins from us!"