On the Fighting Spirit Arena.
After several Soul Masters repaired it, the Fighting Spirit Arena had returned to its original state.
Seeing this, the host slowly stepped onto the Fighting Spirit Arena and smiled as he swept his gaze over the still wildly excited audience.
"Looks like everyone enjoyed those last two battles!"
"Both students from Shrek Academy have displayed unprecedented talent and potential for us."
"One is a Soul Elder with a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, shattering the age-old convention."
"The other is an exceptionally powerful Soul Master with a Phoenix Martial Soul."
"But Shrek's third contestant will surely interest everyone even more."
"Because he is a Food System Soul Master!!"
The moment those words were spoken, the venue erupted into an uproar.
Good heavens!
A Food System Soul Master had come to the Great Soul Arena for a deathmatch?
If he had participated in some sort of strategic contest, they would not have been this surprised.
But this was a deathmatch!
A Food System Soul Master had come straight to fight a deathmatch?
The buzz around this was definitely no less than that of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.
There was no way to seek death like this.
Although high-level Food System Soul Masters unquestionably received far better treatment than ordinary Soul Masters.
A Soul Saint-level Food System Soul Master, placed within a major sect, could receive treatment nearly equal to that of a Titled Douluo.
But!
No matter how good the treatment was!
It could not conceal one fact!
Food System Soul Masters had extremely low combat ability!
So low that they were far weaker even than Support System Soul Masters who specialized in applying buffs.
A level twenty-nine Food System Soul Master might not even be able to defeat a level twenty-one Battle Soul Master.
That was the