Ten Consecutive Wishes!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Night fell, and the busiest central district of Suotuo City blazed with lights.

The hundred-meter-tall Soto Great Soul Arena loomed like an oval-shaped beast lurking in the night. Before anyone even approached its gates, the roar of the crowd and its frenzied shouts were already deafening.

The commotion on White Stone Long Street three days ago had long since spread throughout Suotuo City.

A mysterious young man in white had casually tossed out a top-grade Life Spirit Crystal at the Rare Treasures Auction House. One of his subordinates, a purple-haired sword maiden, had then sent the level seventy-six Immovable Wisdom King Zhao Wuji reeling with a single sword strike, without even revealing a Soul Ring. There in the street, they had also arranged a wager match with Shrek Academy at the Great Soul Arena that night.

The news had sent the entire city into an uproar.

The newcomers' Soul Fighting match, originally scheduled for a sectioned arena, had been moved by the Great Soul Arena's management to the central main Soul Fighting Arena, which could hold tens of thousands. They had made an exception at the last minute because the major nobles and Soul Master factions had flocked there in droves.

Now, every seat in the circular stands of the central main Soul Fighting Arena was occupied.

Enormous Soul Tool spotlights hung high overhead, illuminating the hundred-meter-wide bluestone fighting platform below as brightly as day.

In the VIP viewing box with the best view on the second floor, Chu Yuan reclined on a broad couch covered with a sable-fur blanket, wearing a long white robe patterned with gold.

Beside him, Mona wore a pointed witch's hat and sat with her legs elegantly crossed, her slender calves swaying gently in gradient starry-sky black stockings. She held a plate of glistening preserved fruit and fed them to Chu Yuan one piece at a time.

Behind and to the left of the couch, Ning Rongrong stood obediently with a teapot in both hands, wearing a flowing goose-yellow dress. Her large, bright eyes peered curiously through the floor-to-ceiling crystal window at the packed stands below.

"Master, aren't there far too many people at the Soto Great Soul Arena tonight? Even the city lord stationed in Suotuo City by the Balak Kingdom has gone to the box diagonally across from us!"

Ning Rongrong murmured in amazement as she carefully topped up Chu Yuan's warm tea.

During her three days at the residence in the east of the city, she had witnessed the various wondrous methods at Chu Yuan's command. She had long since put away every trace of her former young-mistress temper and only hoped that, once tonight's match was over, her master would keep his promise to help her evolve her Martial Soul.

Chu Yuan swallowed the candied fruit Mona fed him, then took the opportunity to give the astrologer's soft, smooth cheek a gentle pinch, earning a reproachful glance from Mona as her cheeks reddened slightly.

At the same time, Chu Yuan could clearly sense that, as the tens of thousands of spectators below kept turning their gazes toward the main box on the top floor where he sat, wisps of invisible Vow Power formed from awe, curiosity, and fervor were pouring without end into the [Crown of Heavenly Principles] in his sea of consciousness.

The light of the four diamond-shaped wings on either side of the crown pulsed faintly, refining this jumble of reputation among living beings into pure Primordial Divine Power.

"It's about to start down there."

Chu Yuan lowered his eyes to the entrance to the fighting platform below.

At that moment, the host, dressed in a tailcoat, stood in midair above the fighting platform with an Amplifying Soul Tool in hand. His face was flushed with excitement as he shouted:

"Honored guests! Tonight, the central main Soul Fighting Arena will host a special wager match! Under the life-and-death liability waiver signed by both sides before the match, the usual limit on team numbers will not apply. Victory will be decided only when every member of one side has lost the ability to fight or fallen from the platform!"

"First to enter, from Shrek Academy—the White Tiger Three-Five Combination!"

At the host's cry, the steel gate on the east side rumbled upward.

Three figures emerged from the passage shoulder to shoulder, stepping onto the hard bluestone fighting platform.

At the front was Dai Mubai.

His blond hair stirred without wind, and his eerie double pupils flashed with a bone-chilling light. He released the full force of his level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder's Soul Power, his bearing fierce and aggressive.

Over the past three days, the sight of Zhu Zhuqing crushing the jade pendant in the street, declaring her defection from the Zhu Family, and calling him a coward had become an almost inescapable nightmare.

To wash away the humiliation, he had spent those three days desperately getting himself into fighting shape under Flender and Zhao Wuji's supervision. He was only waiting to grind his opponents beneath his feet tonight, before the eyes of the crowd!

Behind Dai Mubai, Tang San and Xiao Wu followed close on either side.

Tang San wore a grave expression. A faint, deeply restrained violet light shimmered in his eyes, and his hands hung naturally at his sides beside the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges belt.

Xiao Wu's hair was arranged in a neat scorpion braid. As soon as she stepped onto the fighting platform, however, her gaze drifted involuntarily toward the most prestigious VIP box on the second floor.

"Look! A level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder! And two Soul Grandmasters at the peak of level twenty-nine!"

"Shrek Academy actually sent three people to fight together! That level thirty-seven White Tiger Soul Master won several matches in a row in the sectioned arena a while back, and he was vicious!"

A clamor of discussion rose from the stands.

In the contestants' viewing area a short distance below and to the side, Flender and Zhao Wuji stood shoulder to shoulder, their faces tense.

"Xiao San has fitted himself out with all the mechanical contraptions he kept in reserve these past few days. With Mubai suppressing them through his level thirty-seven power assault, as long as that kid in white doesn't take the field himself, there's no one in their generation who can withstand the three of them together."

Zhao Wuji folded his arms and spoke in a low, muffled voice.

Flender pushed up his black-framed glasses, his gaze fixed on the unopened passage entrance on the west side.

"We can't be careless. Manager Ao of the Great Soul Arena personally confirmed it to me just now: only two women registered to fight for the other side. And when they tested her with the crystal ball, that purple-haired girl's Soul Power fluctuations were extremely strange. She was classified as a contestant of roughly the same level, around level thirty!"

On the fighting platform, Tang San and Dai Mubai had evidently also learned their opponents' lineup through the entrance passage.

Just then, the steel gate on the west side slowly rose.

Without the slightest commotion, two breathtaking, slender figures walked unhurriedly onto the fighting platform, one after the other.

In front was Keqing, wearing a luxurious purple-and-black formal dress.

Brilliant spotlight beams fell upon her, casting a shimmering glow over her purple hair, carefully styled into cat-ear buns.

Deep-purple stockings covered her long, straight legs. The gold ornaments beneath her skirt chimed softly with each light step, while the purple-and-gold Electro Vision at her waist gave off a noble radiance that made hearts tremble.

Half a step to Keqing's side was Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a tight-fitting black leather combat outfit.

The close-fitting black clothes outlined every detail of the girl's breathtaking curves. Yet her exquisite, coldly beautiful face was entirely expressionless, and her dark-purple vertical pupils were fixed coldly on Dai Mubai across from her.

"Whoa!!"

When the tens of thousands of spectators saw that only two peerlessly beautiful girls had appeared, and that Chu Yuan in the second-floor VIP box showed no intention even of getting up, the whole arena erupted!

"Only two girls? That young man in white isn't even going to fight?!"

"That's outrageous! Shrek has a level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder and two level twenty-nine Soul Grandmasters. How are two supposed to fight three?"

Hearing the cries from the stands, Dai Mubai froze for a moment on the fighting platform. Then his face filled with fury at being so utterly slighted.

He jerked his head up toward Chu Yuan in the second-floor box, then turned his gaze back and glared at Zhu Zhuqing, shouting viciously:

"Fine! Just fine! That pretty boy doesn't even have the guts to step onto the platform, so he sent you out here to die! Zhu Zhuqing, do you think this purple-haired woman can protect you? Once Tang San and Xiao Wu tie her down, I'll break all four of your limbs myself, drag you back, and lock you up!"

Faced with Dai Mubai's barking, Keqing could not even be bothered to look at him. She merely turned her head slightly and spoke calmly to Zhu Zhuqing beside her.

"Master instructed you to deal with that noisy white cat yourself. I'll take care of the other two."

"Thank you, Lady Keqing."

Zhu Zhuqing answered respectfully, then stepped forward. Her dark-purple lightning eyes met Dai Mubai's directly, and her cool voice remained utterly even.

"To deal with a piece of trash like you who only knows how to run his mouth, why would Master or Lady Keqing need to lift a finger? I'm enough on my own."

"You're courting death!!"

Dai Mubai was completely enraged.

As he remembered it, the Hell Spirit Cat of the Star Luo Zhu Family had always been a cut below the White Tiger Martial Soul. Besides, how old was Zhu Zhuqing? She was a Soul Grandmaster of level twenty-seven or twenty-eight at most, yet she dared boast that she could take on a level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder by herself?!

Violet light flashed in Tang San's eyes, and he quickly lowered his voice and shouted:

"Brother Dai, end this quickly! Use White Tiger Fierce Light Wave and White Tiger Vajra Transformation to take down Zhu Zhuqing first. Xiao Wu and I will do everything we can to hold that purple-haired woman back. We absolutely can't let her come to Zhu Zhuqing's aid!"

Tang San had calculated everything carefully.

Three days ago on the long street, Keqing had sent an unguarded Zhao Wuji reeling with a single sword strike. But after three days of calmly reviewing the fight, Tang San was convinced that it had to have been some secret method or special Soul Tool that consumed an enormous amount of power.

On this broad fighting platform, as long as he used Blue Silver Grass's Entanglement and Parasitism together with his Tang Sect Hidden Weapons to seal off Keqing's movements, then waited for Dai Mubai to finish off the level-twenty-something Zhu Zhuqing in an instant and join the encirclement, their victory was assured!

"Soul Fighting-begin!!"

At the host's command from midair, Dai Mubai stomped down, shattering the bluestone beneath both feet, and let out a deafening tiger roar.

"White Tiger Possession!!"

Roar!

Violent white Soul Power surged skyward. Dai Mubai's bones cracked, his muscles abruptly swelled, and a distinct "king" marking appeared on his forehead. His hands transformed into incomparably sharp tiger claws twelve feet long, and three Soul Rings-two yellow and one purple-rose suddenly from beneath his feet!

Not only that, but to utterly crush Zhu Zhuqing's pride in their first exchange, Dai Mubai immediately lit up the purple thousand-year Third Soul Ring beneath his feet!

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation! First Soul Skill, White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

Gold and white light instantly enveloped his body, and Dai Mubai's attack, defense, and strength doubled in an instant!

Grinning viciously, he fixed his gaze on Zhu Zhuqing thirty meters away and pushed off hard. He charged like an out-of-control heavy chariot, his claws tearing through the air with a piercing whistle as they reached straight for her shoulders.

"Get on your knees!!"

Many spectators cried out at the sight, as if they could already see the miserable scene of the girl in black having her clothes torn apart by a single claw and falling in defeat, gravely wounded.