Enemies Are Bound to Meet

Chris seemed especially handsome today. With his dreamy eyes and handsome face, if he had a scruffy beard too, he would have been perfect.

Holding the roster, Chris swept his gaze across the crowd and said, "Today is the once-every-three-years Pride of Heaven Selection Tournament. There are four arenas, and I've already told everyone how they are divided, so I won't waste any more time. Please gather at your respective arenas. The Pride of Heaven Selection Tournament will begin shortly!"

"I'll announce the tournament rules. First, any weapon may be used, but it must be inspected beforehand, and poison must not be applied. Second, stop at the proper point. Intentional killing is forbidden. Violators will not only be disqualified, but will also bear the corresponding responsibility. Third, drugs and toxins are forbidden, except for students whose Martial Souls inherently carry poison."

"One last point: during the tournament, participating students may not use any means to harm other students. Once discovered, they will be immediately disqualified. Private fighting is also prohibited. Violators will be disqualified!"

"That's all I have to say. The tournament begins now!"

After Chris finished speaking, the students headed to their respective arenas to prepare for battle!

Each arena had a supervisor in charge, and Har was responsible for Arena One.

Holding the roster, Har called out, "First match of Arena One: Huang Jing versus Fu Tailuo. The match begins now!"

Huang Jing was a level seventeen Agility-Attack Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was the Black Cat. Fu Tailuo was a level seventeen Strength-Attack Soul Master, and his Martial Soul was the White Bull.

This battle was quite amusing. One black and one white, they fought on the arena like a pair of black-and-white fiends.

It was not particularly spectacular, since they were only Soul Masters and each had only one soul skill. Yet the battle between the Black Cat and White Bull was full of comedy. These two simply refused to fight normally.

Huang Jing kept leaping about to evade Fu Tailuo's attacks, occasionally landing a couple of hits on him. Fu Tailuo, meanwhile, endured Huang Jing's attacks head-on before suddenly striking back hard.

One jabbed the other in the kidneys, and the other kicked him in the crotch. One went for the eyes, and the other attacked his rear. They used every dirty trick imaginable, making Lu Yuan shudder in disgust beneath the arena.

In the end, Huang Jing, the Agility-Attack Soul Master, won. However, his injuries were not light either. He came down clutching his backside; it looked like he would need several days in bed before recovering.

It was hard to imagine that these two had put on such a ridiculous battle in full view of everyone. Even Supervisor Har, who was overseeing the match, had the corners of his mouth twitching.

Beside Lu Yuan, Yuan Xin rubbed his own backside with a lingering look of fear. It seemed that Huang Jing and Fu Tailuo's battle had frightened him badly.

The matches continued!

"Next match: Yuan Xin versus Chen Jia!"

Yuan Xin's body trembled when he heard Har's voice!

"Go on, Yuan Xin!" Lu Yuan said with a smile, patting Yuan Xin on the shoulder.

Yuan Xin nodded and secretly let out a breath of relief before striding toward the arena.

Yuan Xin's opponent was Chen Jia, someone Lu Yuan knew a little about!

His Martial Soul was the Great Strength Mad Ape, a Strength-Attack Martial Soul. He himself was also a Strength-Attack Soul Master, at level seventeen.

Generally speaking, Control-type Soul Masters countered Strength-Attack Soul Masters. Though it was not absolute, it was true to some extent. Moreover, Yuan Xin was one level higher than Chen Jia, so barring any surprises, Yuan Xin should win.

Sure enough, after an intense battle, Yuan Xin defeated Chen Jia and claimed victory.

Yuan Xin panted heavily as he returned to Lu Yuan's side. Although he had expended considerable effort, his expression was extremely bright.

"Not bad. That's a great start!" Lu Yuan said.

Yuan Xin laughed heartily. A victorious opening was naturally something worth celebrating.

Patting Lu Yuan on the shoulder, Yuan Xin said with a smile, "It should be your turn soon."

Lu Yuan nodded without comment.

In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, and seven battles had already taken place on the arena.

"Next match: Lu Yuan versus Li Zhi. Both contestants, please prepare yourselves!"

Hearing Har's words, Lu Yuan and Yuan Xin exchanged glances and smiled meaningfully at the same time.

"It's him!" Not far from Arena One stood Qin Yuan and Li Zhi.

"Boss, it's Lu Yuan. What should I do?" Li Zhi panicked. Fighting Lu Yuan was practically suicide. He was guaranteed to lose!

"What's the point of asking me? It's not like I can help you!" Qin Yuan said coldly, viciously shaking off Li Zhi's hand.

"Boss, you..." Li Zhi pointed at Qin Yuan, his heart turning ice-cold. Was this really the boss he had followed for three years?

"What about me?" Qin Yuan turned his head away and ignored Li Zhi's gaze!

Li Zhi's heart went cold. It seemed his time at the Training Camp was about to come to an end.

"Student Li Zhi, please get onto the arena as soon as possible!" Har's voice rang out.

"Why aren't you going up?" Qin Yuan's cold voice sounded.

Li Zhi walked onto the arena in a daze. Looking at Lu Yuan across from him, his heart was full of complicated emotions.

"Heh, enemies really are bound to meet," Lu Yuan said with a faint smile. "So, are you going to step down on your own, or do you want me to send you down?"

Li Zhi raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion. His fear of Lu Yuan and hatred toward Qin Yuan drove him mad, and his eyes gradually turned blood-red.

"I'll tear you apart!" With blood-red eyes, Li Zhi seemed to become savage.

"The berserk state of the Mad Mastiff Spirit Soul?" Lu Yuan spoke calmly. Owners of Martial Souls like the Mad Mastiff Spirit Soul had a high chance of entering such a berserk state after suffering a severe blow.

"Tear you apart!" Possessed by the Mad Mastiff Spirit Soul, Li Zhi charged toward Lu Yuan.

"First soul skill, Mastiff Fang!" A sharp blade extended from Li Zhi's claw and slashed toward Lu Yuan.

"Both his speed and strength have increased quite a bit!" Li Zhi's Aura in his berserk state was already no weaker than Qin Tian's had been.

"I didn't expect Li Zhi to have this up his sleeve. He's not entirely useless after all!" Beneath the arena, Qin Yuan sneered coldly. The stronger Li Zhi was, the more trouble he could cause Lu Yuan. Though Qin Yuan did not expect Li Zhi to win, he would be happy as long as Li Zhi could make Lu Yuan suffer a little more.

"Interesting!" Lu Yuan stomped his right foot, leaving several cracks where it landed. "But it's still useless!"

Facing the berserk Li Zhi, Lu Yuan answered with a single punch.

No matter the berserk state or the Mad Mastiff Spirit Soul, before absolute strength, they were all utterly insignificant.

With one punch, force exceeding a thousand jin sent Li Zhi flying straight off the arena. The outcome was already clear.

From beginning to end, Lu Yuan had not even used his Martial Soul, yet he had already defeated Li Zhi.

Standing beneath the arena, Lu Yuan looked at Qin Yuan with cold eyes. Someone who could abandon his own underling without a second thought was truly disgusting.

Sigh, I'm a little stuck with writer's block. I'm not very satisfied with this!