Scar King's Death, Continuous Soul Fighting

Just as the Host finished speaking, thunderous cheers and support erupted from the stands. The vast majority of spectators excitedly supported the one they had bet on—Scar King—while only a handful supported Ji Wuming.

Across from him, Scar King spread his arms and looked up at the dome, arrogantly basking in the support of the crowd. The next moment, his eyes locked onto Ji Wuming, filled with intense killing intent and a trace of disdain.

"Host, when will the match begin? I can't wait to see Emperor Slayer White Demon die beneath my blade."

Even the Host felt a chill run down his back in the face of Scar King's imposing aura. In only one year at the Underground Soul Fighting Arena, this man had already achieved fifteen consecutive victories. Almost none of his opponents lasted more than ten exchanges before dying beneath his saber.

His true strength was likely already comparable to that of a low-level Soul Elder.

"Both contestants, life-and-death matches do not distinguish between life and death—there is only the winner. The soul fight now officially begins!"

The Host immediately flew off the Soul Arena Stage. A Nine-Ring Great Saber appeared in Scar King's hand as he swiftly unleashed his First Soul Skill. Three streaks of Saber Light slashed toward Ji Wuming, while Scar King charged at him the instant he released his soul skill.

Ji Wuming gripped the Wrathful Thunder Battle Spear tightly in his right hand and twisted it inward. Soul Power surged beneath his feet, and with astonishing speed, he swiftly dodged all three streaks of Saber Light.

Quite a few spectators in the stands rose to their feet instinctively, staring at Ji Wuming on the Soul Arena Stage in shock.

"Is that the speed an ordinary Soul Grandmaster could possess? Could it be that Emperor Slayer White Demon has cultivated some Self-Created Soul Skill?"

"Otherwise, how would a mere newcomer dare blindly sign up for a Life-and-Death Match?"

Seeing Ji Wuming evade his First Soul Skill like a Ghost, Scar King could not help taking this newcomer before him more seriously.

Just one second before he was about to activate his Second Soul Skill, Ji Wuming instantly unleashed his First and Second Soul Skills.

"Battle Spear Flood Dragon Transformation, Thunder Slayer Three-Stage Kill!"

"Second Soul Skill, Overlord Tiger Splitting Saber Slash."

The Nine-Ring Great Saber became like a blazing tiger in Scar King's grasp, appearing all the more tyrannical and bloodthirsty.

The moment the two met, Scar King swiftly held his saber across his chest, using its flat to block Ji Wuming's first strike. Yet the powerful force of the battle spear sent him stumbling back more than a dozen steps. All nine rings clanged wildly, while the flat of the saber trembled violently.

Just as he prepared to counterattack, Ji Wuming's second strike shot directly toward his face, even faster than before.

Scar King immediately used his First Soul Skill again, intending to forcefully disrupt Ji Wuming's attack path. However, Ji Wuming was unaffected. He gripped the spear with both hands, swung it horizontally, and snapped it forward. The tremendous force produced by the spear shaft slammed into Scar King's abdomen.

Then, before Scar King could steady himself, Ji Wuming directly unleashed the third strike.

"Pfft—"

The battle spear pierced through Scar King's chest. Scar King stared at Ji Wuming in terror as the ringed saber fell straight from his right hand, followed by two mouthfuls of blood spraying from his mouth.

"How could I lose? No, impossible—"

Before he could finish, Ji Wuming pulled out the Blood Thunder Battle Spear. Scar King let out a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground. Blood poured from his wound in great quantities. He was unquestionably dead.

Although it was Ji Wuming's first time killing someone, he did not feel the lingering terror and fear that usually followed taking a life. Instead, he felt incomparably refreshed.

"This..."

As this scene unfolded, the entire arena fell deathly silent. Nearly every spectator stood up, staring in shock at Scar King's corpse on the Soul Arena Stage.

"In less than five exchanges, Scar King, a man with few rivals, died just like that? And that newcomer's Rusty Spear actually has three stages of attack?"

"That was an expert capable of contending with a Soul Elder, yet he lost to a newcomer. Could Emperor Slayer White Demon be a level twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster?"

Ji Wuming looked toward the Host, who had flown over but still had not announced the result. He said coldly, "Host, it is time to announce the result!"

"C-congratulations to Emperor Slayer White Demon for successfully killing Scar King. Everything Scar King possessed will belong to Emperor Slayer White Demon."

When the Host's concluding words rang out, the entire venue erupted. In particular, the Merchant seated in the front row could barely contain his delighted smile.

"A clean victory, a decisive victory. I knew I had bet on the right one."

Then the Merchant's emotions surged again, and he muttered to himself.

"Why? Why didn't I bet more at the time? Ninety thousand, one hundred and eighty thousand Gold Soul Coins—that's a full twofold return, twofold!"

He knew very well that after today, Emperor Slayer White Demon would become famous in a single battle, and the betting odds would also drop sharply. If he had known, he should have wagered half his wealth when placing that bet.

Ji Wuming took the Gold Card and all the valuable items from Scar King's body. Then he turned to the Host beside him and asked coldly.

"His corpse is mine too?"

"Yes. Everything on the deceased belongs to the winner, including his corpse."

The Host did not dare meet Ji Wuming's eyes. Looking toward the spectators' stands, he explained it to Ji Wuming.

Ji Wuming looked at Scar King's corpse below. After hesitating for a while, he returned to the waiting room.

In truth, he very much wanted Scar King's corpse so that he could devour all of its aura. However, in a place like the Soul Fighting Arena, where there were too many eyes and ears, taking away a defeated opponent's corpse once or twice might be acceptable, but over time, it would inevitably draw attention and investigation.

If this exposed the greatest secret of his Martial Soul, the loss would outweigh the gain. Since that was the case, he might as well not take any of these losers' corpses.

As Ji Wuming left the Soul Arena Stage and went to collect his winnings, quite a few people wanted to approach and speak with him. But when Ji Wuming glanced toward the crowd, they scattered like startled birds, pretending to wander about unconcerned.

Seeing this, Ji Wuming understood that his battle had thoroughly proven his strength to them. It was only natural that they did not dare approach him.

He returned to the soul fighting registration counter, paid an equal amount of Gold Soul Coins, and said coolly, "Match me with a new soul fighting opponent!"

The registration staff glanced at Ji Wuming, then immediately and swiftly arranged another Soul Grandmaster match for him.

"Mr. White Demon, your next soul fight will be held in half an hour."

"Mm."

Ji Wuming turned to look at the detailed information on the large screen in the Fifth Competition Zone. It had already been updated again. The betting ratio had been directly reduced to one-to-one, while his randomly matched opponent this time was a contestant named Gong Changyan. His Martial Soul and battle record were fully displayed on the large screen.

The news that Ji Wuming would fight again left the spectators, who were still immersed in Scar King's previous match, shocked once more.

"Doesn't Emperor Slayer White Demon need to recover his Soul Power or conceal his strength? He actually dares to continue soul fighting."