Flender's wild joy did nothing to disrupt the competition.
The subsequent matches in the No. 2 main Soul Fighting Arena began one after another.
The referees and staff on duty each performed their roles, keeping the remaining matches moving in an orderly fashion.
And in every match that followed, Su Zui repeated his earlier crushing victory without exception.
The second to take the stage was a level forty-seven Power Attack System Soul Ancestor.
His Martial Soul was the Iron Armor Rhinoceros.
It was a Martial Soul with extremely powerful defense, capable of both offense and defense.
Yet Su Zui broke through his defense with just one sword strike.
His second opponent had reached level fifty in Soul Power.
And this opponent's Martial Soul was even more fearsome: the highly venomous Mandala Snake.
Before Su Zui arrived, both this Mandala Snake Soul Master and Mad Demon had been the Soul Fighting Arena's aces.
The Mandala Snake Soul Master was even more ruthless, poisoning his opponents into shock in every match.
But after absorbing the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear External Soul Bone, Su Zui's physical constitution had become terrifying, and his body had been reshaped by the Soul Bone.
Ordinary poisons could no longer hurt Su Zui at all.
That effectively stripped the Mandala Snake Soul Master of his means of attack, and without it, he was even worse off than Mad Demon.
Su Zui drove his sword through the man's shoulder blade, winning with an overwhelming advantage.
The battles that followed were just as dull.
Su Zui merely raised his hand and struck with his sword like a machine.
Soundless, formless Sword Qi ran rampant across the arena. Not a single opponent lasted more than a dozen seconds against Su Zui.
They were too weak. These fellows were truly too weak.
At the Soul Ancestor level, there was not a single Soul Master who could withstand one of Su Zui's sword strikes.
Su Zui was like a killing machine tailor-made for low-level Soul Masters.
As long as Su Zui could break through his opponent's defenses, there was no question about the outcome.
There was only one way for low-level Soul Masters to defeat Su Zui.
That was to use human-wave tactics, sending thousands upon thousands rushing at him until his Soul Power was exhausted.
But Su Zui wouldn't stand there foolishly and fight thousands upon thousands of people alone.
With Su Zui's terrifying speed, he would have already run back to Spirit Hall before those ten thousand people could reach him.
As for whether those ten thousand people would dare lay siege to Spirit Hall? That would be a sad story...
In the Soul Fighting Arena, Su Zui showed no mercy either. In every match, blood was drawn the moment his sword came out.
By now, several Soul Masters who had been sitting in the waiting area simply left, forfeiting their upcoming matches.
They simply didn't dare step onto the stage.
After all, Su Zui struck too ruthlessly. He either pierced straight through his opponent's shoulder blade or severed the tendons in his opponent's hand.
And this monster seemed tireless. Even after cutting down so many people, his expression still hadn't changed.
Was he even human? He was a Soul Beast wearing human skin!
That was why many Soul Masters would rather pay enormous penalties for breaking their contracts than take the stage against Su Zui.
In the end, the arena staff searched through the entire roster and checked with the staff one by one, only to find that not a single person was present.
Nor could they find anyone to fight Su Zui.
A bitter look filled the staff member's face. He could only jog over to Su Zui and bend slightly at the waist as he looked at him.
"Lord Wine Sword... we're truly sorry we couldn't let you enjoy yourself to the fullest."
The staff member bowed his head, his tone exceedingly respectful. He was terrified that the wrong tone might provoke this fiend.
"All the remaining Soul Masters have forfeited. Not one dares fight you."
"According to the rules of the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena, all twelve Soul Masters who forfeited tonight will be counted as having lost to you."
"And you've also set an unprecedented winning streak at our Suotuo City Great Soul Arena."
"So our Great Soul Arena has unanimously decided to award you a Silver Soul Badge directly, along with a prize of one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
It had to be said that the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena had humbled itself as far as it possibly could.
After all, the man before him was far too terrifying. He was genuinely afraid that this fiend might fly into a rage and tear the place apart.
After listening to the staff member, Su Zui merely lifted his eyes slightly, then raised a hand and put away the card and badge the man was holding.
"A Silver Soul Badge? It looks pretty good, much better than black iron."
Seeing Su Zui accept the badge and card, the staff member let out a long breath of relief.
It seemed they had managed to placate the fiend.
And just as Su Zui put his things away and turned to leave, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...
This superpower, known as the second-greatest sect under heaven, was a picture of peace, untouched by worldly strife, in stark contrast to the turmoil in Suotuo City.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was shrouded in clouds and mist year-round, with thousand-year-old trees towering into the sky.
Though the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was known as the second-greatest sect under heaven, everyone knew that the Clear Sky Sect had long existed in name only. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was now the greatest sect under heaven in every respect.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's wealth truly ran to its bones.
Almost every building in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's inner grounds was made of glazed tile.
The materials alone had cost hundreds of millions of Gold Soul Coins.
For that very reason, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the most powerful Mimicry Training Ground for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul.
At this moment, in Ning Fengzhi's palace, the scent of books wafted through the air, mingling with lingering sandalwood incense.
The heavy glazed-tile doors fit tightly shut, sealing out all the clamor of the outside world. It was so quiet that only the falling leaves outside the window could be heard.
Ning Fengzhi wore a plain, elegant robe. His bearing was gentle yet upright, and an innate nobility suffused his entire person.
He stood quietly before the window, holding a top-secret envelope between his slender fingers.
His gaze rested on the densely packed writing, not shifting in the slightest for a long time.
The evening breeze brushed through the window, stirring the robes over his shoulders.
Outside the window, tree shadows swayed, and moonlight fell in scattered patches. Light and shadow crossed his handsome profile.
But Ning Fengzhi's entire attention had long been absorbed by the intelligence on the letter.
A trace of surprise passed between his handsome brows, along with a hint of gravity and some admiration.
After a long while, Ning Fengzhi slowly parted his thin lips. His voice was gentle and deep, his tone full of unrestrained admiration.
"This Su Zui... truly is a once-in-an-age genius. Not only has he reached the Soul Ancestor realm at such a young age, he's also invincible among those of the same rank. With such terrifying talent, once he grows up, he may well be a second Qian Daoliu!"
In the past, if Ning Fengzhi had learned that such a monster had appeared in Spirit Hall, he would surely have cried out and vomited blood.
But now, Ning Fengzhi's face was wreathed in smiles, his expression full of pride.
All because this Su Zui was not only Spirit Hall's young master, but also the son-in-law of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!