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The Great Soul Arena was packed with roaring voices. In the main arena, two figures with vastly different builds stood facing each other. One was built like a mountain, every muscle clearly defined.

The other was slender, yet possessed an unshakable bearing.

Originally, their Soul Battle did not need to be held in the main arena, but it seemed the Great Soul Arena staff had deliberately arranged it this way.

Announcing one's name and rank before a match was the prelude to a Soul Master taking things seriously. But for Fu Hua, rank was completely unnecessary.

If she wished, she could fight a Soul Elder one-on-one, or even someone stronger. At present, the thirty-seventh-level Dai Mubai gave her no sense of danger whatsoever.

Thinking this, Fu Hua could not help shaking her head. There really isn't a single one who can fight.

Across from her, Dai Mubai was already on full alert. His muscles bulged, his nerves tightened, and he watched Fu Hua's every movement with complete focus. Yet when he suddenly saw her shake her head, he could not help feeling startled.

Did she think he was beneath notice?

At that thought, Dai Mubai's anger rose. She was only level thirty. Even if she looked unusual, this was far too arrogant.

His aura condensed. He stomped his foot, and a thunderous boom rang out as his mountain-like body charged forward, carrying a crushing presence as he bore down on Fu Hua.

A tiger claw covered in white fur struck out, his thirty-seventh-level Soul Power completely undisguised.

Boom!

An ear-splitting roar erupted from the arena. Dust filled the air, obscuring the spectators' view.

"Hmph, overestimating herself. A level-thirty Soul Grandmaster wants to challenge a level-thirty-seven Soul Elder?"

"That easy? The Soul Arena isn't going to back out, is it? I bet ten thousand!"

"Tch, what's ten thousand? Even the nobles are willing to wager millions. And this is the main arena, so the bets definitely aren't small."

Whispers spread through the crowd. It was as though victory was already assured, and all they had to do was wait for the dust to settle and the host to announce the result.

"Alright, let's take a look at the match! The first to attack was the thirty-seventh-level Dai Mubai. What an overwhelming display! He used his full strength in a single blow. It seems he wants to end this joke of a farce as soon as possible!"

The host animatedly put on his vocal performance, his eyes brimming with delight. It was the joy of receiving an enormous bonus. No one present thought highly of this match.

But what was the actual result?

Only Dai Mubai's expression changed instantly within the arena.

The moment his palm came into contact with her, he knew it was not over yet.

Not only had she not dodged his attack, she had directly caught it with one hand.

"What incredible strength," Dai Mubai muttered.

"No. It's redirection."

Fu Hua's calm, almost icy voice rang out. The dust dispersed, revealing her completely unharmed figure. Her left hand remained behind her back, while her right hand was shaped like a claw, firmly gripping Dai Mubai's fist.

Behind her, a shallow trail stretched across the ground. It was the mark left by Fu Hua redirecting all of Dai Mubai's force. Of course, it had been left by Dai Mubai's own power.

The main arena's fighting grounds could directly withstand the power of a Spirit Saint. Therefore, the strength of a level-thirty-seven Soul Elder like Dai Mubai had only left behind a shallow mark.

"What?"

His mismatched eyes widened in shock, but Fu Hua would not give him any chance.

With a slight pull and release of her hand, not much force was used, yet he instantly lost his balance.

Her right knee thrust forward. It looked soft and powerless, yet it erupted with immense force in an instant.

It drove straight at Dai Mubai's wide-open guard. Even with his Martial Soul Possession, one hit would be enough to leave him in unbearable pain.

In the blink of an eye, Dai Mubai stabilized his forward-leaning body with his solid stance. Watching the incoming knee, he crossed both arms before his chest to block the attack.

His mismatched eyes grew solemn. He had already prepared himself to endure the pain and counterattack, but just as the knee was about to strike his arms, the thrust suddenly changed into a kick.

Bang!

Her body spun three hundred and sixty degrees. Her right and left legs switched places in midair, and the immense force made Dai Mubai bare his teeth. His mountain-like body was kicked away beyond his control.

His feet remained planted against the ground, carving a long trail across the Soul Arena. He only came to a stop after sliding three hundred meters.

At that moment, the arena fell utterly silent. Even the host forgot to show off his vocal skills. Everyone watched the absurd scene before them: a level-thirty Soul Grandmaster had kicked a level-thirty-seven Soul Elder flying.

Even though that Soul Elder had not yet used his Soul Rings, it was still enough to leave everyone stunned.

"No way!"

"Pinch me. Am I dreaming? Ow! What are you doing?"

"You told me to pinch you!"

Quiet murmurs rose from the stands. Only the man who had initially said he had bet wrong had eyes filled with joy.

If Fu Hua truly won, he would receive one hundred thousand gold coins! The thought alone made it difficult for him to contain himself.

He clenched his fists and stared fixedly at Fu Hua in the arena, endlessly praying for a miracle.

Within the Soul Arena, after steadying himself with his solid footing, Dai Mubai watched Fu Hua solemnly with his mismatched eyes. His cheeks twitched constantly from pain, blood filling his mouth. It seemed one of his teeth had even been kicked loose.

From the side, one could see a bluish-purple bruise emerging on Dai Mubai's originally handsome face. The bones in his cheek seemed faintly sunken in, showing just how heavy that blow had been.

One had to know that he had been defending while possessed by his White Tiger beast Martial Soul, yet he had still been kicked into such a state. Just how much force had that attack contained?

Without Soul Ring enhancements and without using Soul Power, she had nearly kicked Dai Mubai unconscious with nothing but one physical kick. Only now did he feel fortunate about his earlier decision.

If he had not used Martial Soul Possession from the start, he would already have been eliminated. And this had only been one strike.

"What... kind of monster is she?"

Dai Mubai's heart trembled violently.

At that moment, Fu Hua spoke again. "Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Please use your full power. Otherwise, you will not have a chance for another strike."

"Arrogant! Roar! Third Soul Ring, activate!"

The purple Soul Ring representing a thousand years lit up, and Dai Mubai's aura changed once more.

Third Soul Ring, thousand-year Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation.

His body, already like a small mountain, became even larger. His muscles bulged layer after layer, and the clothes on his upper body were completely burst apart. Black stripes emerged across his exposed muscles, like genuine tiger hide.

The tiger paws on both hands expanded in size, while the blades extending from his fingertips reflected a sharp silver gleam. His entire body was enveloped in golden light, as if plated in gold. His bloodthirsty eyes revealed the dominance of a king among beasts.

His aura, attack, defense, and speed all rose significantly.

His tiger claws struck out, stirring up fierce gusts. Even a sweeping kick could instantly fracture the bones of a frail person. Coupled with Dai Mubai's bloodthirsty aura, anyone lacking mental fortitude would have already been defeated before fighting.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Fu Hua. The accumulation of five thousand years of history, the techniques forged through five thousand years of time, were not something a mere fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy could compare to.

This was a difference in essence.

Block, block, defend, counterattack.

Every movement was perfectly timed, every strike landing on the place that hurt the most.

Breaking force with precision, overcoming strength with finesse.

The battle fell into a stalemate for a time.

By now, the shock in Dai Mubai's heart could no longer be concealed. An exaggerated expression appeared on his battered face. Well, mainly because he could no longer control his muscles.

It hurt like hell!

"Even with the body granted by my thousand-year Soul Skill—White Tiger Vajra Transformation—I can feel pain piercing into my bones. Then at the beginning... she was actually holding back."

Anger, unwillingness, frustration.

Dai Mubai's heart was filled with a tangled mix of emotions. Nothing was more humiliating than being held back against by someone so many levels below him.

"Roar!"

With an unwilling roar, he unleashed his strongest attack, a strike carrying all the grievance and humiliation in his heart.

"Hm?"

Fu Hua raised an eyebrow. Now this was somewhat interesting.

Her left hand, which had remained behind her back the entire time, finally lowered.

Her left hand clenched into a fist, her right hand opened into a palm, and her legs spread apart with her toes facing forward.

Her center of gravity lowered slightly as she exhaled a breath of stale air.

Then she said in a steady voice, "Inner Style • Falcon."

A falcon was the name of a fierce bird of prey, skilled in flight and incredibly fast. Thus, the Book of Odes said: "There flies the swift falcon, soaring into the heavens."

It described hawks, falcons, and kites streaking through the sky like lightning, displaying their majestic forms as they occasionally soared high into the heavens.

How fast was lightning? Since this move was named after the falcon, it naturally meant that when it attacked, it would be as swift as lightning, leaving its opponent unable to react.

After she threw her punch, one would think it had only been a single strike, but there were actually two punches and one palm strike.

The first punch struck Dai Mubai's full-force tiger claw head-on, making his entire body shudder and stiffen.

One palm strike shoved against his chest, causing him to lose his balance.

The final punch was also a heavy one. Borrowing the force of the palm strike, she shifted her foot half a step back and powered through her calf, driving her entire body forward. A heavy left hook sent Dai Mubai's mountain-like body flying.

Using Flash Step, she instantly appeared beside Dai Mubai in midair like a phantom. She turned and struck, kicking him completely out of the Soul Arena.

And all of this took only three seconds.

From beginning to end, the match had lasted only one minute.

A Soul Battle with such a vast disparity in rank and Soul Power ended amid this utterly shocking scene. Even after Fu Hua's back gradually vanished into the darkness, there was still no sound within the Soul Arena.

A deathly silence.

Outside the main arena of the Great Soul Arena, the registration clerk who had been waiting there stood just as dumbfounded as the spectators. His eyes were blank, as though he did not know what he was looking at.

Fu Hua reached out and lightly squeezed his shoulder. The pain jolted the man back to his senses, but his face remained full of disbelief, and he stammered without knowing what to say.

"Th-that... this... um..."

"Remember what you promised me. I will come collect it in three days."

Her cool voice faded into the distance, yet her words continued echoing in the man's ears like a constantly ringing alarm bell. Only then did he jolt, instantly react, and rush anxiously toward the person in charge of the main Soul Arena—the arena master, Manager Ao.

Every Soul Arena had its own arena master, responsible for maintaining order. None of them were weak, and the arena master responsible for Fu Hua's branch arena happened to be a level-thirty-eight Soul Elder.

Though his strength seemed high, it had actually been raised through external means. He had only managed to take a position in the Great Soul Arena through connections. But he was still the arena master! As a mere registration clerk, there was no way he could bypass him and report directly to an arena master of a higher level.

And the result would be that their Great Soul Arena would have to give Fu Hua ninety-nine percent of the betting profits.

At this moment, he no longer cared about the difference in status. He only wanted to report the situation as quickly as possible, hoping it would not develop into the worst outcome.

A level-thirty Soul Grandmaster had completely defeated a level-thirty-seven Soul Elder. If word got out, the great sects would surely swarm in. Even if they did not recruit her into their ranks, they would still show her some goodwill by teaching little people like them a lesson!

He could not bear that responsibility.

Inside the office of the main arena master at the Great Soul Arena.

Manager Ao was exceptionally happy today, all because of a single Soul Battle: the battle between Fu Hua and Dai Mubai.

All he knew was that this single Soul Battle had brought the Great Soul Arena profits exceeding ten million. Of course, that was only a preliminary estimate. The actual calculations would take some time.

"Haha, I never expected you to be so capable, Xiao Song. In just one day, you achieved what our Great Soul Arena earns in half a month. Not bad, not bad!"

Manager Ao happily patted Xiao Song's shoulder, the smile on his face impossible to stop.

"No, no, it was simply what I should do."

Xiao Song was puzzled. Since when had he earned so much?

Just as one of them was delighted and the other confused, a commotion sounded outside the door.

"You can't go in."

"Let me through already! Something major has happened! This concerns a life-or-death crisis for our Suotuo City Great Soul Arena!"

"Even if that is true, you still cannot enter without the manager summoning you."

"Ah! You... Manager Ao! Manager Ao, are you there? I have an urgent matter to report!"

The man's voice echoed through the hallway, and Xiao Song naturally recognized who it belonged to.

He was surprised. Why had he come?

"Xiao Song!"

"Yes, Manager Ao. He is a registration clerk from my branch arena. He must have come because something happened."

"Is that so? Then let him in!"

Manager Ao was likely in a good mood, so he waved his hand and had the guards outside let the man through. But the first thing the man said after entering plunged the room into a terrifying silence.