The Soul Master Tournament Singles: Xiong Jun's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring

Time flew, and in just over three days, all the contestants arrived at the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's grounds.

The National Soul Master Tournament was divided into three divisions: singles, doubles, and team competition.

The team competition offered the richest rewards. Besides the Whale Rubber provided by the Black Dragon Sect, there were Soul Bones from Spirit Hall, as well as Gold Soul Coins and Soul Tools from the imperial family.

By comparison, the singles and doubles competitions offered only three tons of Whale Rubber, to be divided among the top three finishers.

These rules had long been posted outside the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's grounds, and the sects participating in the tournament knew them by heart.

At that moment, several Ferocious Beasts gathered in a Heaven Dou reception room for the first time since taking human form.

A bald, yellow-haired child stood with his arms crossed, staring unblinkingly at the long-haired Tuo Ba Tian.

"Di Tian, you've grown weak."

With no Slave Seal on him, Xiong Jun's personality had returned to normal, and he had grown bold and reckless again.

Di Tian smiled calmly. "Is that so? I'll beat you back to reality!"

"You're nothing but a level thirty-two Soul Elder. I'm a level forty-three Soul Ancestor! If you keep this up, the title of Beast God might change hands in a few years."

After carefully sensing Di Tian's presence, Xiong Jun spoke with even greater disdain.

Di Tian frowned, finding it somewhat unbelievable.

It was rare indeed that a rough brute like Xiong Jun had actually figured out the Human Race's Soul Master ranks.

A touch of appreciation entered his gaze as he looked at Xiong Jun. As for Xiong Jun's taunts, Di Tian paid them no mind.

That night, after the Ferocious Beasts exchanged a few polite remarks about their cultivation experiences,

they all left,

returning to the places assigned to their respective sects.

The night passed in silence.

The next day.

The National Soul Master Tournament officially began.

Today was the preliminary round of the singles competition. All Soul Masters were matched at random, and they needed only three points—that is, three victories—to advance.

But each Soul Master had a limited number of attempts: five in total.

As more and more people arrived, members of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family got busy recording entries and setting up the arenas. The venue was a pot of boiling chaos.

Every now and then, Beast Martial Souls roared, while other Tool Martial Souls made sounds like the whistling wind.

The competing Soul Masters were stirred up by the resonance of the Martial Souls, their faces alight with excitement.

Looking back over the National Soul Master Tournaments of the past few years, not only had the clashes between geniuses been thrilling to watch, but quite a few weak Martial Souls had also undergone marvelous reactions when they collided. Martial Souls had evolved, and Soul Masters had performed such feats as creating their own Soul Skills after fierce battles.

It could be said that the National Soul Master Tournament's arenas were places where miracles were born.

In the past, the Soul Master Tournament had been held only once every six years. It was said that the Black Dragon Sect's supply of Whale Rubber had led to the tournament becoming an annual event.

Although some weaker sects showed nothing on the surface, they were still very grateful to the Black Dragon Sect for this.

Just then, a Soul Master suddenly appeared, standing suspended in the air.

He was one of the Titled Douluo retainers of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family.

He called out, "Silence. The matchups will now be announced. Everyone, look over here."

As his words fell, more than ten streams of Soul Power rushed into the sky.

Fifteen screens of light slowly appeared, displaying text.

Each corresponded to one of the fifteen separate arenas.

Arena One: Zhang San vs. Xuan Wu.

Arena Two: Xiong Di vs. Li Batian.

Arena Three: Black Warrior vs. Annie.

As the matchups appeared one after another, every Soul Master searched for his or her name and arena.

Within minutes, the Soul Masters began moving through the crowd, heading for their assigned arenas.

Meanwhile, at Arena Two,

a bald, yellow-haired child stood on one side of the platform.

"Hurry up and release your Martial Soul! Stop dawdling!" he urged.

The child was called Xiong Di, the alias Xiong Jun had taken after possessing a body.

He was the first contestant at Arena Two.

Because he looked so young, he quickly drew the attention of the people there.

"Hold on, man, did I hear that right? This guy's urging Li Batian to release his Martial Soul? Doesn't he know Li Batian's a level fifty-three Soul King?"

"Whose kid is this? How did he get up there?"

"My eyes are good. Let me have a look at this child. Hiss... this brat's bone age is only a little over nine, and he's competing in the Soul Master Tournament?"

"What? Old man, are you sure you saw right? What's a nine-year-old kid doing causing trouble at the National Soul Master Tournament?"

"Li Batian was a contender for the top sixteen last year. Kid, just surrender and stop wasting everyone's time."

"Exactly. What nine-year-old enters the Soul Master Tournament? He really doesn't know his own limits."

The crowd chattered, but they all meant the same thing: they looked down on Xiong Jun.

After an old man with exceptionally sharp eyes revealed his bone age, no one thought he had a chance. Some even felt he was wasting everyone's time.

The crowd passed their thoughts around.

With everyone talking at once, nobody had the slightest favorable impression of the child, Xiong Di.

On the platform, Xiong Di listened to the swarm of mosquitoes around him barking like dogs.

He cursed outright, "Get lost! I'm fighting today, so what can you do about it?"

Xiong Di had been Xiong Jun in his previous life. His violent temper had been with him all his life and had earned him plenty of beatings from Di Tian. Apart from when his life was on the line, he had never restrained it.

How could he possibly indulge these Human Race juniors?

Roar!!!

After cursing them, Xiong Jun released his Martial Soul—the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.

The instant his presence surged, Soul Power rippled outward.

The malicious presence of his Martial Soul bore down on those who had mocked him moments ago.

At the same time, Xiong Jun's first three Soul Rings all lit up.

Purple, purple, black!

At the sight of that configuration, the spectators who had been about to make snide remarks froze.

They kept sucking in cold breaths, blinking and thinking their eyes had gone deaf and failed to see clearly.

They stared at him as though he were a monster.

Something was wrong with that three-ring configuration, wasn't it?!

Some sect disciples understood that this was the miraculous effect of Whale Rubber, but they were still utterly shocked.

"Fuck!"

"How is his configuration so terrifying?"

"Could this bald, yellow-haired kid be from Black Dragon Mountain?"

"He must be. Otherwise, how could he have Soul Rings like those?"

"Exactly. Other than the Black Dragon Sect, who could provide enough Whale Rubber for him to break through the age limit with every ring?"

Some noble and sect disciples did their best to maintain their composure as they speculated.

Suddenly, several of their pupils contracted sharply.

Even the Clear Sky Sect's disciples cried out.

"How is that possible..."

"Could that crimson one be a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's disciples also cried out in alarm.

The people from these two upper sects had seen Xiong Di's fourth ring.

Crimson as blood and dazzling to the eye, it was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!

They knew Whale Rubber could strengthen the body and let someone break through the age limit of a Soul Ring, but how could his fourth ring already be a hundred-thousand-year ring?

As they stood there in shock, the disciples of minor sects tucked away in the corners were all trembling.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring represented not only many Soul Skills, but also a tangible oppressive force.

And those people were the very ones who had mocked Xiong Di moments ago. Now they couldn't even let out a fart.

Their lips trembled, and a chill spread through their pants. Feeling that they had offended someone from a major sect, they decided they must kneel and kowtow to Xiong Di in apology later.

On the platform,

Li Batian, the man directly involved, changed color.