The True Uncrowned King

But he had not become overly arrogant, nor had he mocked Soul King-level opponents. Even if he won, he could not afford to offend everyone.

"That kid didn't go all out when he fought me." Dai Mubai watched the previous battle. Even when using the same move, Ye Xiaofeng had still held back against him.

"How is that possible? Young Master Dai, is Young Master Ye really that strong?" the older twin said, finding it hard to believe.

"Yes, but there are certain areas where I'm better than Young Master Ye," Dai Mubai said lewdly.

"Which areas?" the younger twin hurriedly asked.

"You already know. Why ask me?" Dai Mubai said with a smile. He continued holding both women as they watched Ye Xiaofeng's match. Everyone's attention was on the fighting stage, and no one noticed Dai Mubai and the others.

"Young Master Dai, you're so naughty." The younger twin understood what Dai Mubai meant and shyly punched his chest with her delicate fist.

"Exactly. Everywhere still hurts," the older twin said, biting her lip with a faint blush on her face.

"It's all my fault. I'll be more careful next time, my two beauties. How about I reward each of you with 1,000 Gold Soul Coins later?" Dai Mubai said with a smile.

"Young Master Dai, you only know how to fool us. You bet all the money on you—where are you going to get more money to give us?" The two beauties never missed a chance to tempt Dai Mubai.

"I don't have it now, but I will later." Dai Mubai looked at the snowy-white cleavage before him, his hands wandering restlessly around the twins' waists.

"Let's keep watching the match. We can admire you two slowly after we go back," Dai Mubai said with a grin, his eyes returning to Ye Xiaofeng on the stage.

"Let's look at the lineups for the second match. Who will be taking the stage this time?" the host continued.

"Let's look at the big screen."

Name: Yu Xiaohu

Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon

Soul Power Level: Level 44 Assault System Battle Soul Sect

Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple

Yu Xiaohu challenged Ye Xiaofeng. The third official match began.

"Kid, your verbal skills are impressive. I wonder whether your strength is just as impressive," Lei Xiaohu said disdainfully. As the owner of the top-tier Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, when had he ever been mocked?

"Why not try and find out? I just hope you're not as useless as the last challenger," Ye Xiaofeng said. Naturally, he knew how powerful the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was, but it was still far inferior to his own.

"First Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Claw!" Lei Xiaohu did not want to waste words on Ye Xiaofeng and attacked directly.

"First Soul Skill—Green Lotus Bodyguard!" Ye Xiaofeng remained on the defensive.

"Everyone, look! Yu Xiaohu's first Soul Skill had absolutely no effect on the Sword God's Green Lotus Bodyguard. Have plant soul rings become this powerful?" the host narrated the duel.

"Is that all the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon can do? What a disappointment," Ye Xiaofeng continued to taunt him.

"Is that so? Then I'll show you the true power of a top-tier Beast Martial Soul. It is not something a person like you can afford to provoke," Yu Xiaohu said angrily. After all, everyone had always treated him with respect.

"Second Soul Skill—Thunderous Fury!"

"Third Soul Skill—Wrath of Thunder!"

Yu Xiaohu used two skills in succession, breaking through Ye Xiaofeng's Green Lotus Bodyguard.

"Kid, I'll make you pay for what you said earlier!" Yu Xiaohu continued his attack.

"Second Soul Skill—Sweep the Thousand Armies!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Head!"

Yu Xiaohu saw Ye Xiaofeng use his second Soul Skill, but he had no intention of giving Ye Xiaofeng the chance to unleash it.

"What an exciting duel! Yu Xiaohu can only match the Sword God's second Soul Skill by using his fourth Soul Skill. Will Yu Xiaohu turn the tide?" The host watched as the two clashed fiercely, each forced back three meters.

"I've already seen all your strength. Now, you should witness my ultimate move," Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile, though his gaze changed.

"Third Soul Skill—One Sword Throat Seal!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon Head!"

The Seven Kill in Ye Xiaofeng's hand shot forward like an arrow, directly breaking Yu Xiaohu's attack and sending him flying.

Yu Xiaohu lay beneath the stage, blood flowing from his mouth. He tried several times to stand, but failed every time.

"The Sword God wins the second match!"

"Where did this Sword God come from? How is he so strong? Even the top-tier Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, was utterly defeated," people beneath the stage whispered among themselves.

"Young Master Dai, Young Master Ye is so strong."

"Good thing Young Master Ye didn't truly attack us that day."

The twins were amazed after witnessing Ye Xiaofeng's strength.

"To be honest, I'm finding that guy harder and harder to understand. But the stronger he is, the happier I am," Dai Mubai said with a smile.

"That's right. The stronger he gets, the thicker Young Master Dai's wallet becomes."

Naturally, the twins also hoped Ye Xiaofeng would be strong. The more money Young Master Dai won, the more benefits they would receive.

"When Young Master Dai is happy, the reward he gives them will be more than just 1,000 Gold Soul Coins."

The duels continued from morning into the afternoon. Ye Xiaofeng had already won nine matches in a row.

"Manager, if the Sword God keeps going like this, we won't be able to bear the losses," the steward reported to the manager. If Ye Xiaofeng won the tenth match, the Soul Fighting Arena would lose more than two million Gold Soul Coins.

The returns on Ye Xiaofeng and Dai Mubai's bets had multiplied, and the spectators below all went to bet on the Sword God.

"Go call A Xin. Have him take this match," the manager said. He did not want to see Ye Xiaofeng continue winning. He was a businessman and had to be responsible for the Soul Fighting Arena.

"But A Xin is aloof. He won't act easily," the steward said.

"Tell him that if he wins this match, the Soul Fighting Arena will privately give him 200,000 Gold Soul Coins," the manager continued.

In another room, Ye Xiaofeng and Dai Mubai were also speaking in secret.

"Brother Ye, we've already won nine in a row. The Soul Fighting Arena may arrange for A Xin to fight you next. With his Fire Dragon Spear Martial Soul, he won ten straight matches here half a year ago. At Level 48, he even defeated a Level 52 Soul King," Dai Mubai said, beginning to hesitate.

"That's exactly what I want. Without an opponent like that, how can I temper my swordsmanship? Young Master Dai, if you don't want to keep betting, you can go collect your winnings," Ye Xiaofeng said. He did not blame Dai Mubai. From a rational perspective, Dai Mubai was undoubtedly right.

"Brother Ye, if you want to continue, I'll accompany you to the end," Dai Mubai said firmly, clearly unwilling to let Ye Xiaofeng think less of him.

"Young Master Dai, wealth and honor are sought amid danger. The risk may be greater, but the returns are also quite high," Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile.

Meanwhile, the steward brought A Xin to the manager's office. A Xin demanded a reward of 500,000 Gold Soul Coins. The steward could not agree, so he had no choice but to seek the manager's help.

"A Xin, I can agree to your request. As long as you win, the Soul Fighting Arena can also help you obtain a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring," the manager said solemnly.

"I understand, but I will never lose," A Xin said. He had been tempered through countless battles and possessed a unique confidence in himself.

More and more spectators filled the stands, all cheering for the two of them.

A Xin's odds were now 1:2, while Sword God Ye Xiaofeng's odds were 1:8.5. In other words, two-thirds of the people favored A Xin, while the remaining third leaned toward Sword God Ye Xiaofeng.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the true peak duel is about to begin! Who will become the uncrowned king of this competition? Please welcome the Sword God, who has achieved nine consecutive victories today!"

"Sword God! Sword God! Sword God!"

"Please welcome A Xin, who once achieved an outstanding record of ten consecutive victories. Who will claim the title of the true uncrowned king today?"

"A Xin! A Xin! A Xin!"

The audiences on both sides were brimming with enthusiasm, cheering for the upcoming peak final.

"Let's look at the big screen below."

Sword God VS A Xin

Name: Sword God

Martial Soul: Seven Kill

Soul Power Level: Level 41

Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple

Name: A Xin

Martial Soul: Fire Dragon Spear

Soul Power Level: Level 55 Assault System Weapon Soul Master

Soul Ring Configuration: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black

Upon seeing A Xin's soul ring configuration, A Xin's supporters continued adding to their bets. Some Sword God supporters also placed additional bets on A Xin to recover their potential losses.

A Xin's odds dropped from 1:2 to 1:1.3, while the Sword God's odds rose from 1:3 to 1:5.

"Please prepare yourselves. The tenth peak duel of the Soul Fighting Arena officially begins now!"

"Kid, considering that you're a talent, I advise you to admit defeat now while you still can. The Fire Dragon Spear leaves no living souls behind," A Xin said confidently. He believed that while Ye Xiaofeng was strong, he was not his opponent.

"Uncle, you should worry about yourself. What if you lose?" Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile. However, he did not relax in the slightest. Even against such a powerful opponent, he remained fearless.

"Kid, I'll let you make the first move. Otherwise, you won't get another chance later," A Xin said coldly.

"You're the senior, so you should attack first," Ye Xiaofeng replied with the same smile.

"First Soul Skill—Spear Out Like a Dragon!" A fiery-red spear appeared in A Xin's hand and stabbed toward Ye Xiaofeng.

"First Soul Skill—Green Lotus Bodyguard!" Ye Xiaofeng used his first Soul Skill to block. The spear tip struck the green lotus barrier, scattering sparks, but failed to break through it.

"Kid, your first Soul Skill is quite powerful. But let's see how much longer you can withstand my attacks."

"Yellow Dragon Emerges from Mountain!" He unleashed his second Soul Skill, intending to break Ye Xiaofeng's protective barrier. Yet he had still underestimated it. Ye Xiaofeng's soul ring was a thousand-year soul ring; only in its disguised state did it appear as a hundred-year yellow soul ring, so no one had discovered the truth.

"Uncle, didn't you eat? Is this all the strength you have?" Ye Xiaofeng said coldly.

"Kid, you're celebrating too soon. Third Soul Skill—Hundred Steps Penetrating Willow!" The spear shot toward him at terrifying speed, and Ye Xiaofeng did not continue defending.

"Third Soul Skill—One Sword Throat Seal!" This sword also pierced toward A Xin at lightning speed.

In midair, the spear tip and sword tip collided. The two remained locked in a stalemate, but Ye Xiaofeng ultimately gained a slight advantage, forcing A Xin back half a step. A Xin instantly changed tactics.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Sweep the World!"

"Second Soul Skill—Sweep the Thousand Armies!"

The two fought evenly. A Xin was somewhat shocked. He knew the Sword God was strong, but he had not expected him to be able to fight him on equal footing.

Ye Xiaofeng understood that he lacked actual combat experience, while A Xin had clearly experienced far more real battles and was more proficient with his Soul Skills.

The spectators held their breath as they watched the peak duel. A Xin and the Sword God fought with unrestrained intensity.

"Kid, being able to force me to use my fifth Soul Skill means that even if you lose, you can still be proud," A Xin said confidently. At that moment, he considered the Sword God an opponent worthy of respect.

"Uncle, let me give you a piece of advice too. Don't celebrate too early. If you lose to me, it won't be unjust," Ye Xiaofeng said, and his aura suddenly changed.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Destructive Kill!" The Fire Dragon Spear seemed to gain the power of a fire dragon as it swept toward Ye Xiaofeng.

Ye Xiaofeng felt an unprecedented killing intent. He had not expected a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring to be so terrifying.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Momentary Trace!" The surrounding space instantly froze. In that brief instant, Ye Xiaofeng seized the opportunity and thrust forward.

His earlier Soul Skill interrupted the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring attack, allowing Ye Xiaofeng's surprise strike to succeed. His sword wounded A Xin.

Blood trickled from the corner of A Xin's mouth. Ye Xiaofeng said calmly,

"You should admit defeat. If I had aimed for your heart just now, you could not have survived," Ye Xiaofeng told A Xin. Although Ye Xiaofeng could currently control space for only three seconds, that was enough in a duel between experts.

"You really are strong. If this had been half a month ago, I would have admitted defeat. But now, I have comprehended a Self-Created Soul Skill," A Xin said with a smile. He could not possibly lose. If anyone was going to lose, it would be the Sword God.