Early the next morning, Hu Haoran completed his Cultivation Method training in his room as usual and prepared to head to Biyun City's martial arena to register. He put on Asura's Grin, and his entire aura underwent an earth-shaking change. The combination of terrifying killing intent and imperial majesty made Hu Haoran seem intimidating at first sight. The mask incident from yesterday seemed never to have happened to him, and he continued living as usual.
"Young Master, everything is ready," Niu Dagui said through his mask. Hu Haoran had casually given Niu Dagui the mask he bought from the mask shop. Their whole group had concealed their identities.
"Very good. Let's head to the martial arena now." Hu Haoran smiled faintly and set off with Taohua and Niu Dagui.
After quite some time, the three of them arrived at the packed martial arena. The place was deafeningly noisy. Some people were registering for the competition, while others were already battling on the stages.
The entire martial arena was enormous. There was not merely a single fighting stage inside, but twenty arenas where battles were taking place simultaneously. Each arena had a different terrain setup—some were deserts, some rivers, and some grasslands. The arenas themselves were equally astonishing in size. They could accommodate two eight-man soul master teams fighting at once without feeling crowded in the slightest. Soul formation barriers surrounded every arena to prevent the battles from affecting the spectators.
"It's the once-every-five-years National Youth Soul Master Competition again. This year's fights seem even more intense than in previous years! Hahaha... I can feast my eyes again!" A middle-aged man standing nearby laughed heartily.
"Oh? Sir, have you watched it every time?" Hu Haoran asked.
"Since I was old enough to understand, I've watched the preliminaries eight times. This is