2v2 Battle Begins

"How about Gourd Phoenix Combination?"

Ma Hongjun gave an awkward smile. The name was truly awful, but he did not dare say so outright. He could only go against his conscience and say, "It's alright. It's alright."

Seeing Ma Hongjun's conflicted expression, how could Wang Xiaofeng not know that he disliked the name? He told the staff member, "We'll be called the Seven-Colored Fire Phoenix Combination."

Seven-Colored Fire Phoenix. Ma Hongjun nodded. It was not much better, but at least it sounded far better than Gourd Phoenix.

Another line of four engraved characters appeared on Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun's Iron Spirit Badges: Seven-Colored Fire Phoenix Combination.

Looking at his Soul Arena badge, Wang Xiaofeng thought to himself, If engraving words on the back of the badge is enough to form a combination, then as long as there's room on the badge, can I team up with different people to earn points in different combinations?

Wang Xiaofeng curiously asked the staff member. The man gave him a meaningful smile. "If you have enough Soul Power, you can fight from morning until night."

Indeed, without a Support System Soul Master to help restore Soul Power, recovering it alone would take a long time. Blindly signing up for matches would even hinder cultivation.

After waiting for a while, they heard an announcement from one of the arenas. "Now, for the third two-versus-two match: White Tiger Sausage Combination versus Hercules Combination."

"Hahaha! You can tell at a glance that it's Big Boss Dai and the others. That name is too hilarious."

Wang Xiaofeng led Ma Hongjun, who was clutching his stomach and laughing, over to the spectator stands for Dai Mubai and Oscar's match.

Wang Xiaofeng noticed that the battle onstage was currently very unfavorable for Dai Mubai. Although both opponents possessed Water Buffalo Martial Souls, which were not very strong, and their Soul Rings were one white and one yellow, they were no match for Dai Mubai's side in that regard.

But Oscar was completely dead weight, standing to the side and watching the show. It was essentially Dai Mubai fighting one against two. If the pair had not been inferior to Dai Mubai in Soul Power and Soul Rings, he would have lost long ago.

"Xiaofeng, what do you think?" Flander had appeared beside them at some point and asked Wang Xiaofeng.

"They should win this match."

"Oh? Mubai is being pressed down and beaten right now." Flander asked doubtfully, though his eyes revealed a satisfied look.

"The opponents should also be Soul Masters who only recently came to the Soul Arena to train. They focused entirely on Mubai while overlooking Oscar. Their Soul Power is lower than Mubai's, yet they keep using Soul Skills. Meanwhile, Mubai has only used his Body-Protecting Barrier to defend. If this drags on, with Oscar's sausages as a backup, the other side is bound to lose."

Sure enough, the battle unfolded exactly as Wang Xiaofeng had deduced. In the end, Dai Mubai, dragging his exhausted body, used White Tiger Light Wave to blast them off the arena.

The Host quickly stepped onto the Soul Battle Stage and loudly announced, "The White Tiger Sausage Combination wins, with a record of one win and zero losses. The Hercules Combination now has one win and one loss. White Tiger Sausage Combination, please register your points after leaving the stage."

Sure enough, the other side had been newcomers too.

As Dai Mubai and Oscar stepped down, Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun hurried over to congratulate them. It had been their first battle, after all, and a victory was worth celebrating.

Seeing that Dai Mubai was not seriously injured, Wang Xiaofeng nodded. Though Oscar was not much use in combat, he was quite dependable as logistical support.

After waiting in the Waiting Area for nearly ten minutes, Wang Xiaofeng finally heard his combination's name.

"Fatty, it's our turn." Wang Xiaofeng called over Ma Hongjun, who had been watching girls nearby, signaling that it was their turn and that he should take it seriously.

"Xiaofeng, good luck!" Dai Mubai and Oscar cheered Wang Xiaofeng and Ma Hongjun on.

Wang Xiaofeng followed the Soul Master passage to the Soul Battle Stage. At least half the surrounding spectator seats were occupied, making this match somewhat more popular than Dai Mubai's earlier one. Their opponents were already waiting on the stage.

At that moment, the Host was announcing the Soul Master combinations.

"Now, for the fifth two-versus-two match: Seven-Colored Fire Phoenix Combination versus Rose Combination."

Wang Xiaofeng looked at the two sturdily built Aunties across from them. It seemed their opponents might possess Beast Martial Souls.

"Begin!"

Both sides immediately summoned their Martial Souls.

"Wild Boar, possess me." "Wire Grass, show your charm."

So why did so many people like shouting out the names of their Martial Souls when summoning them? Did that not reveal part of their information? Wang Xiaofeng simply could not understand it.

"I have a Purple Calabash. I have a Red Calabash." The two Soul Rings on Wang Xiaofeng's body lit up.

Ma Hongjun only felt as though a layer of film had suddenly covered his body, leaving him with a strange sensation. Then his whole body was enveloped in red light.

"Awesome! Power is surging up nonstop!"

While Ma Hongjun was still savoring his rapidly increased strength, the other side launched their attack.

"Hmph, you two little brats. Let my Wire Grass leave you with an unforgettable memory. First Soul Skill, Growth. Second Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

Wang Xiaofeng watched dense grass spread continuously toward them from the other side. The Second Soul Skill of the Wild Boar Spirit Master also lit up, and his body seemed to grow even stronger.

So it should be a burst tactic of binding control followed by a wild boar charge. The thought flashed through Wang Xiaofeng's mind.

Unfortunately, standing around and taking hits was not their style.

"Fatty, clear the field!" Wang Xiaofeng snapped his fingers and pointed at the Wire Grass spreading across the ground.

"Brother Feng, I've been waiting for you to say that." Ma Hongjun's two Century Soul Rings lit up simultaneously, and a faint pressure radiated from him.

"Second Soul Skill, Phoenix Bathing in Fire. First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

Violent purple flames suddenly erupted from Ma Hongjun's body. Then he opened his mouth wide and spewed a thin stream of purplish-red flames at the Wire Grass on the stage.

In an instant, a sea of fire blazed across the stage.

After all, this was only a spar, so Ma Hongjun did not dare aim directly at his opponents. He knew very well how troublesome his flames were. If he crippled someone, he would not have the money to compensate them.

Watching the Wire Grass burn fiercely, the Wire Grass Spirit Master hastily severed her connection to her Martial Soul. Even so, the Soul Power in her body churned chaotically, and for the moment, she could not summon her Martial Soul again.

"Fatty, your Martial Soul really is the nemesis of plant-type Martial Souls." Wang Xiaofeng looked helplessly at the blazing fire before him.

"Brother Feng, there's nothing I can do about it. I can only blame myself for being too outstanding."

Ma Hongjun waved a hand at the side, indicating that the other side was simply too weak for him to display his true strength.

Just then, a huge figure suddenly charged out of the sea of fire, slamming Ma Hongjun flying before continuing toward Wang Xiaofeng.

It was the Wild Boar Spirit Master, who had been gathering power all this time.

Only then did Wang Xiaofeng notice that the Wild Boar Spirit Master was covered in a layer of dirt. Was this his true Second Soul Skill?

As long as he covered himself with dirt, Fatty's flames could not burn him directly, giving him a chance to counterattack? It seemed this guy was ruthless too. Even with stones and Soul Power separating him from the flames, Fatty's fire was not easy to endure.

Wang Xiaofeng, standing at the edge of the Soul Arena, was still in the mood to let his thoughts wander, which showed that the situation was not urgent yet. But Ma Hongjun did not see it that way.

Only after falling to the side did Ma Hongjun realize that his carelessness had put Wang Xiaofeng in danger.

Ma Hongjun immediately stirred his Soul Power, and the flames around him burned even more fiercely. He directly fired a Phoenix Fire Line at the opposing Wire Grass Spirit Master.

In his eyes, Wang Xiaofeng was beyond saving. He could only eliminate one of the opposing Soul Masters and minimize their losses. One for one was not a loss.

Watching the Wild Boar Spirit Master charge at him at a speed of at least fifty miles per hour, Wang Xiaofeng immediately poured Soul Power into the Martial Soul in his hand and used the passive Martial Soul skill he had only used once and never again.

"Size As You Wish."

As Soul Power flowed into it, the Green Calabash in Wang Xiaofeng's hand instantly expanded to two meters tall, completely concealing him.

"What use can such a weak Soul Skill be? Let me eliminate you."

Bang!

The huge calabash blocking the wild boar was instantly shattered.

"Huh? Where did he go?"

After smashing through the calabash, the Wild Boar Spirit Master discovered that Wang Xiaofeng had vanished.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaofeng, hidden in his blind spot, held a runner's starting stance.

"Flash!"

Cracks instantly appeared in the ground beneath Wang Xiaofeng's feet, and his figure vanished with them.

"Hey, where are you looking?"

At some point, Wang Xiaofeng had appeared beside the Wild Boar Spirit Master, still holding a coiled stance.

"To hell with you."

Wang Xiaofeng drew upon all his strength and punched the opponent hard, sending him flying out of the arena.

Seeing that the match had been decided, the Host hurried onto the stage and shouted.

"The winners are the Seven-Colored Fire Phoenix Combination! Let us congratulate them!"

Boom—the cheers erupted at last. The thrilling battle had captured everyone's attention, and thunderous applause rang out.

Watching Ma Hongjun blow kisses toward the audience, Wang Xiaofeng called out helplessly.

"Fatty, quit showing off and give me a hand."

Only then did Ma Hongjun notice that Wang Xiaofeng's legs were already covered in wounds. He had lost enough blood to donate once.