Meng Li (Please Follow and Recommend)

"Students, we'll be arriving in Silvis City soon. There's a very large Great Soul Arena here. Tonight, I'll take you to experience a real soul fighting match."

As he explained, Qin Ming glanced at Yu Xiaowei, who was lying there asleep.

Before they had set out, the dean had repeatedly reminded him.

During this month-long round trip, he was to see if he could recruit Yu Xiaowei into the academy.

But this guy had either been sleeping the whole way or getting ready to sleep, giving him no opportunity at all.

Then, looking at the other eager students, Qin Ming gently shook his head.

Yu Xiaowei, who was much younger than them, had already made a name for himself in the Great Soul Arenas.

Meanwhile, his own students' understanding of battle remained entirely theoretical. They had no actual combat experience whatsoever.

Before long, the carriage stopped in front of a luxurious hotel.

"All right, children. You have the afternoon to yourselves. Return to the hotel tonight to gather."

At Qin Ming's command, the group, led by Yu Tianheng, exchanged a few words before scattering in all directions. Even the usually quiet Ye Lingling hurried away.

Yu Xiaowei, who had stayed behind until last, slowly sat up. After letting out a huge yawn, he prepared to get off the carriage as well.

"Xiaowei, wait a moment. I have something to discuss with you."

After hesitating for a moment, Qin Ming still called out to stop him.

Leaning against the carriage door, Yu Xiaowei said lazily, "Is this about asking me to join your academy again? Fine, but I have one condition."

"What condition? Tell me! As long as it's something we can agree to, there won't be any problem."

Qin Ming, who had been considering how to broach the subject, suddenly felt as though happiness had dropped from the sky and struck him on the head.

However, Yu Xiaowei's next words left him completely stunned.

"Bring me a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, and I'll withdraw from school and join your academy immediately."

Qin Ming's blood pressure shot up. What did this brat think a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was? Blue Silver Grass growing everywhere by the roadside?

But remembering the dean's instructions, he could only grit his teeth and continue negotiating.

"Could you change it to another condition?"

Yu Xiaowei looked at him with a smile and flatly refused. "Without a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, you want to recruit me? Wouldn't that make me too cheap?"

Ignoring Qin Ming's livid expression, he jumped down from the carriage and disappeared into the crowd.

Silvis City was far smaller than Heaven Dou City. After all, it was merely the capital of a kingdom and could not compare to an imperial capital.

Yu Xiaowei wandered around for quite some time without finding anything interesting, so he simply decided to visit the Sylvester Great Soul Fighting Arena and watch the excitement.

Just as he was about to buy a ticket to enter, waves of startled cries rose behind him.

Turning around, he saw the Great Soul Arena staff rushing out from inside with seven stretchers, their faces pale. Each stretcher was covered with bloodstained white cloth, and the people beneath were clearly dead.

"They must have run into the Ferocious God Team!"

"Those damned bastards are so ruthless every time."

"So what if they're ruthless? I love watching them torture people."

"Can't you fucking speak like a human? Believe it or not, I'll smack you—"

"..."

Looking at the seven corpses being carried away, the people at the entrance immediately began discussing it heatedly. When tempers flared, several spectators and Soul Masters began fighting.

The conflict grew increasingly intense. Quite a few spectators were beaten by Soul Masters full of pent-up rage, forcing the Great Soul Arena staff to set aside their work and hurry out to maintain order.

There would be no match to watch after all. Cursing his bad luck inwardly, Yu Xiaowei turned to leave.

Suddenly, a tremendous force struck him from behind. Someone gave him a hard shove.

Caught completely off guard, Yu Xiaowei nearly fell. He turned around furiously and glared at the person behind him.

It was a bald, muscular man who looked to be around thirty. Large patches of blood covered his body. The moment he saw Yu Xiaowei glaring at him, he cursed viciously, "Little bastard, what are you looking at?"

Yu Xiaowei immediately laughed and said teasingly, "What if I am?"

The bald man, Meng Li, froze. He clearly had not expected anyone in the Sylvester Great Soul Fighting Arena not to recognize him.

His eyes narrowed. Raising a finger as thick as a carrot, he pointed it at Yu Xiaowei and barked, "Try looking at me again!"

"Fine, I'll look. What, you dare hit me?"

"Little bastard, you may be young, but you've got quite the nerve."

Meng Li gave a sinister grin and suddenly threw a punch at Yu Xiaowei.

To his surprise—

Yu Xiaowei raised his right hand and casually caught his fist.

"You've got some skill. But I wonder whether you're all show and no substance."

Meng Li praised him, then released his martial soul, the Violent Giant Bear.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet. The strength in his fist immediately increased severalfold.

Under the immense pressure, veins bulged across Yu Xiaowei's forehead.

A flicker of fire appeared, and his right arm transformed directly into Godzilla's claw.

Even in a contest of strength against Meng Li, he did not yield in the slightest.

"Who is that kid? What terrifying strength!!!"

"He can actually compete with Meng Li in raw power!!!"

"And Meng Li has even released his martial soul, but that kid hasn't released his at all!!!"

"How can that kid's arm turn into a Soul Beast's claw? What kind of martial soul is that!!!"

Crack—!

As the two clashed, the floor tiles suddenly exploded with a sharp report, splitting into a spiderweb of cracks.

The surrounding crowd cried out in alarm and hurriedly backed away several steps.

The Great Soul Arena staff ran about anxiously nearby. If ordinary people intervened in a fight between Soul Masters, they could easily be caught in the crossfire. For a time, no one dared to step forward and break it up.

Just then, a handsome young man dressed in fine clothes hurried over and roared, "Stop!"

At the sight of this young man, Meng Li snorted coldly and released his grip, warily taking a step back to prevent a sneak attack.

Yu Xiaowei also stepped back disdainfully, staring at him without blinking.

The young man walked up to them, his expression displeased. "If you two want to fight, then fight in the arena. Don't cause trouble here. Especially you, Meng Li. If you keep this up, I'll revoke your qualification to fight."

This young man was clearly a high-ranking manager of the Great Soul Arena. Though Meng Li was somewhat dissatisfied, he did not say anything further.

Pointing toward the Great Soul Arena, he provoked Yu Xiaowei. "One-on-one. A Life and Death Battle. If you're a man, come fight me."

Yu Xiaowei grinned, took out his Silver Soul Fighter badge, and tossed it to a staff member. "Register me. Silver Soul Fighter, Godzilla. I accept this Life! And! Death! Battle!"

Like Yu Xiaowei, Yu Tianheng and the other six had spent half the day wandering around Silvis City with nothing to do, so they had simply come to the Great Soul Arena to watch the matches.

Originally, Yu Tianheng had wanted to sign up for a one-on-one match to have some fun.

But Dugu Yan felt that if they did not report it to Qin Ming and something went wrong, they would be punished.

So, they rented a large private room overlooking the main Soul Fighting Arena and watched the bouts between Silver Soul Fighters at close range.

After watching several consecutive matches, everyone gained some insight into soul skills and teamwork.

Only the Ferocious God Team's match was different—their opponents had been torn apart alive.

The bloody scene dealt a tremendous blow to their immature hearts. Even Yufeng and Osler, who were normally so carefree, had gone pale, while Ye Lingling had it even worse and vomited on the spot.

Just as they were preparing to leave—

Dugu Yan suddenly stammered, "Brother Tianheng, th-that isn't your little uncle, is it?"

Yu Tianheng was greatly shocked. He hurried to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked in the direction Dugu Yan was pointing.

Sure enough, the person entering the arena was Yu Xiaowei.

And his opponent was the bald, muscular man who had brutally slaughtered his opponents earlier.

Meng Li, captain of the Ferocious God Team.