"Godfather," Is This Really Something We're Allowed to Watch?

As night fell, people who had labored hard all day finally had a chance to relax and rest.

For a major city like Suotuo City, nighttime was only the beginning of the day.

The city was brightly lit, no different from daytime.

There were not many forms of entertainment on Douluo Continent, and at night, nothing was more famous than Soul Arena battles!

Most commoners could not become soul masters. Yet for a small ticket fee, they could watch soul masters battle. It was something most commoners would never even dare dream of, but the Soul Arena offered exactly that.

This was one of the reasons the Soul Arena had endured for so long.

"This is great! My husband Lord Neuvillette is hosting again today! I'm so excited!"

"Didn't you see it? The night before last, some contestant named... something Three broke the rules. My husband jumped up and punched him, and then..."

Listening to the chatter around him, Tang San's face darkened. He had never imagined that one day, he would become a backdrop in someone else's story!

A prop used to highlight just how outstanding Neuvillette was!

Was that jumping punch never going to be over?

"That damned Neuvillette has a death wish!"

"And those damned spectators too!"

Tang San had already been troubled enough over Xiao Wu's situation, only to be mocked to his face by these spectators. How could he possibly endure that?

Even when the gatekeeper had mocked him, Tang San had believed the man had a death wish. How could he swallow this insult?

It was just that he truly might not be Neuvillette's match right now. Moreover, with the Soul Arena backing him, Tang San did not dare act rashly!

There were two reasons why he had come to the Soul Arena despite hating it so much.

First, to graduate from Shrek Academy, one had to become a Soul Ancestor before the age of twenty. In addition, one needed to obtain a Silver Badge from the Soul Arena.

Becoming a Soul Ancestor before twenty was effortless for Tang San. The second requirement, however, was harder for him to grasp.

Though the Silver Badge looked small, Dai Mubai had spent three years in the Soul Arena and was still only Bronze Rank!

Tang San's thoughts were simple. Before he reached level thirty, while his opponents were only Soul Grand Masters, he would win as many matches as he could!

Second, Tang San wanted to earn some extra money. Winning a match would earn him ten Gold Soul Coins, and the rewards would stack with consecutive victories!

At the Soul Grandmaster level, one could only receive a monthly subsidy of ten Gold Soul Coins from Spirit Hall. That was nowhere near enough to live on!

Tonight, Ma Hongjun was the only one who had come to the Soul Arena with him.

Dai Mubai was seriously injured and could not even walk, much less come to the Soul Arena to battle.

Xiao Wu's injuries were minor and not a serious problem, but she still needed a few days to recuperate.

For some reason, Oscar had gone into seclusion to cultivate. He was probably about to break through to level thirty.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong had left Shrek Academy and were currently on their way to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Only Ma Hongjun had nothing else to do, which was why he had followed Tang San to the Soul Arena for experience.

Of course, Ma Hongjun instinctively kept some distance from Tang San. He had not forgotten that the night before last, this guy had considered killing him and Oscar.

It was better to stay a little farther away from someone like Tang San!

Neither of them spoke a single word along the way. The atmosphere was exceedingly silent.

To avoid hearing any gossip, Tang San quietly went to register. He was afraid he would not be able to stop himself from attacking those ordinary people!

These people all had death wishes. Not only did they judge others by appearances, but they had also made Tang San into a backdrop for someone else to slap in the face. Even if it was true, Tang San refused to accept it!

He had lost because he was ambushed!

Ma Hongjun registered as well. Then the two of them headed to the contestants' waiting area, where it was much quieter.

"Tang San, Ma Hongjun?"

"Aren't these the ones Lord Neuvillette mentioned..."

"Perfect. They're both Soul Grand Masters..."

The person in charge of assigning contestants to arenas muttered to himself.

That morning, Neuvillette had instructed him that if certain people came to the Soul Arena, they were to be assigned directly to the arena under his jurisdiction.

This did not violate any rules or compromise fairness. It merely meant changing the contestants' venue. It made no difference who hosted or refereed.

The man in charge readily agreed and made a note of it, including not only the names but also the aliases.

Aliases such as Thousand Hands Shura, Evil Eye White Tiger, and Soft Bone Charming Rabbit had not yet been registered in the Soul Arena. But since Neuvillette had said so, he must have had his reasons!

On Neuvillette's side, he looked speechlessly at the two young women on the stage. Were they actually battling?

Or showing off their figures?

What were they looking at!

Look at your opponents!

Why were they staring at him, the referee?

Neuvillette helplessly spread his hands. The two had not broken any rules. They were simply being somewhat disrespectful to the arena and their opponents.

Below the stage, the female spectators all felt that these two contestants were far too affected. They had clearly not come on stage to battle!

Who let out a cry after being lightly touched...

"Ah, it hurts~"

You two little bitches!!!

The male spectators, on the other hand, said nothing, though their throats kept bobbing. They had decided that from now on, Neuvillette would be their big brother. They had to come support their big brother often!

Without their big brother, how could they enjoy such beautiful sights?

No, what big brother?

"Godfather!"

Time passed bit by bit, and over half an hour went by.

"Contestant Tang San, please proceed to Arena Eight!"

Tang San, who had been sitting in a chair, froze when the announcement sounded. Arena Eight?

Arena Eight again?

His brows furrowed. Honestly, he was starting to have trauma from Arena Eight!

When he had come to the Soul Arena the night before last, both matches—one 1v1 and one 2v2—had been held at Arena Eight, with Neuvillette as the referee!

Neuvillette!

At the mention of that man, anger rose in Tang San's heart. He always felt that Neuvillette was targeting him!

"I wonder if he'll still be the referee for this match!"

With that thought, Tang San stood and prepared to head to Arena Eight.

The first time was unfamiliar, but the second time was familiar. He had already been to Arena Eight twice, so naturally, he knew it well.

"Contestant Tang San, please proceed to Arena Eight!"

"Contestant Ma Hongjun, please proceed to Arena Eight!"

"???"

Tang San stopped in his tracks and instinctively looked toward Ma Hongjun, who was equally bewildered.

Another internal match?

His first match was against Zhu Zhuqing.

His second match was against Ma Hongjun?

"You and I are both Soul Grand Masters, and our badge ranks are the same. It's normal for us to be matched together."

After coming back to his senses, Ma Hongjun spoke.

Fighting Tang San?

Wasn't that perfect?

On the morning two days ago, this guy and Xiao Wu had ruined his good thing and even beaten him up badly. Perfect—he could settle both old and new scores at once!