Fortune Is Found Amid Danger

"Ye Xiaofeng, one month from now, the sect will hold a newcomer competition. Whoever takes first place may make one request of the Sect Master, so long as it is within his power to grant."

Hall Master Lei said with a smile. The opportunity was right in front of him; it depended on whether he could seize it.

"Rest assured, Hall Master. This disciple will not disappoint you." Ye Xiaofeng would never let such an opportunity slip away. If he missed this chance, who knew when he would be able to meet Sword Douluo and take him as his master?

"Fine, go about your business. And don't injure sect disciples like before, or you'll be expelled from the sect."

Hall Master Lei gave Ye Xiaofeng a warning in advance, lest this fellow cause trouble everywhere.

"Rest assured, Hall Master. As long as no one provokes me, I certainly won't go looking for trouble."

Ye Xiaofeng answered with a smile, but inwardly, he thought, If someone provokes me, then don't blame me for being merciless.

"You may leave now." Hall Master Lei hurriedly saw him out.

Ye Xiaofeng returned to his room. Since he had only just arrived, he could only be assigned to the courtyard where newcomers lived.

Ye Xiaofeng found an isolated house at the edge of the courtyard. It was relatively quiet there. After cleaning it up, he was about to rest when a middle-aged man arrived.

"Kid, I, Wang Hao, have already taken a liking to this room. Pick another one."

Wang Hao acted as though he were above everyone else, as if he were issuing an order.

"Sure, but do you have the strength to back that up?"

Ye Xiaofeng smiled at Wang Hao. His hands had been itching for a fight these past two days, and now one had practically delivered himself to his door.

"Kid, are you courting death?" Wang Hao was one of the best among the newcomers. How could he endure such humiliation?

"Let's go to the courtyard, so we don't damage the house." Ye Xiaofeng smiled strangely.

"Alright, show me what you've got. Otherwise, you won't have a chance later."

In Wang Hao's eyes, Ye Xiaofeng's words were a provocation. He was clearly not taking him seriously.

"Wang Hao, Level 53 Assault System Soul Master. Martial Soul: Great Strength Bear."

"Ye Xiaofeng, Level 41 Assault System Soul Ancestor. Martial Soul: Bear Slaughtering Sword."

"Kid, I thought you were something special. You're only a Level 41 Soul Ancestor, yet you dare spout such arrogant nonsense. I only intended to teach you a lesson, but now I can't spare you."

"It's still uncertain who will teach whom a lesson. You talk too much."

"Second Soul Skill—Sweep the Thousand Armies!"

"Second Soul Skill—Diamond Body Protection!"

Ye Xiaofeng attacked directly, striking first. Wang Hao also used his second Soul Skill to defend himself, but what he did not know was that Ye Xiaofeng's second Soul Skill was also a thousand-year Soul Skill. Diamond Body Protection was instantly broken.

"Kid, I underestimated you. Fifth Soul Skill—Great Strength Diamond Fist!"

Wang Hao could not be bothered to drag things out with Ye Xiaofeng, so he directly used his fifth Soul Skill, despite its enormous Soul Power consumption.

"Hmph. Fourth Soul Skill—Momentary Trace! Third Soul Skill—One Sword Throat Seal!"

Ye Xiaofeng unleashed his fourth and third Soul Skills in succession, choosing to clash head-on with Wang Hao. Ye Xiaofeng's fourth Soul Skill could stun someone for three seconds. That was already enough.

"You lost." Ye Xiaofeng's sword was already resting against Wang Hao's neck.

"Kid, I'll deal with you at the tournament. I won't be as careless as I was today." Wang Hao was deeply unwilling to accept it. A dignified Soul King had actually lost to a kid who had just broken through to the Soul Ancestor realm.

"I'll be waiting anytime, but you can't change the final outcome." Ye Xiaofeng spoke coldly. He hated this kind of person who thought himself the boss of everyone. In truth, he looked like nothing more than an idiot.

"Whether it can be changed isn't up to you. Hmph!" Wang Hao had hit a wall and stormed off in anger.

Ye Xiaofeng turned around and returned to his room to rest. The next day, he found life in the sect unbearably dull, so he left and headed to the Imperial Capital Grand Soul Fighting Arena.

"Young Master Ye, welcome to the Great Soul Arena." Seeing Ye Xiaofeng wearing a mask, Luo Shaotian hurried over to greet him. Ever since Ye Xiaofeng's ten consecutive victories, the Great Soul Arena had investigated him, but they had uncovered very little information.

"Good morning, Manager Luo." Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile, but Luo Shaotian found that smile unsettling.

"Young Master Ye, are you going onto the Soul Fighting Stage again today?" Although it was somewhat inappropriate to ask, Luo Shaotian still could not help himself.

Last time, because of Ye Xiaofeng, the Great Soul Arena had lost nearly four million Gold Soul Coins. Half of that had been taken by Ye Xiaofeng and Dai Mubai.

"I hadn't planned to play. I only came to have a look. But since Manager Luo has brought it up, it would be hard for me to refuse." Ye Xiaofeng smiled even more strangely.

"Er, Young Master Ye, I was only joking, just saying it casually. But to show our respect for you, the Soul Fighting Arena has invited opponents who are all Level 55 Soul Masters." Luo Shaotian smiled along with Ye Xiaofeng, though each of them harbored his own schemes.

The next match was a duel between A Xin and a Level 61 Soul Emperor. A Xin had originally made a name for himself at the Great Soul Arena, and no one had dared challenge him. But after his defeat at Ye Xiaofeng's hands, challengers began coming one after another, only to continue losing to A Xin.

Today's challenger was a Level 61 Soul Emperor with considerable strength. The two of them were evenly matched.

This was exactly what the Great Soul Arena wanted to see. The match would begin in half an hour, and everyone hurried to place their bets.

A Xin's odds were 1:4, while the Soul Emperor's were 1:1.6. Ninety percent of the people present favored the Soul Emperor. Ye Xiaofeng walked over to the betting counter.

"Miss, 150,000 Gold Soul Coins on A Xin." Ye Xiaofeng said with a smile.

"Lord Sword God, have you thought this through? A Xin's opponent is a Soul Emperor." Seeing that it was Sword God, the female attendant hurriedly reminded Ye Xiaofeng.

"Miss, the risk may be greater, but the profit is greater too. Fortune is found amid danger." Ye Xiaofeng smiled at the girl behind the counter.

"Lord Sword God, I'll tell you a secret. Your exclusive Purple Gold Card has a credit limit of one million, and it is interest-free for one week." The girl at the counter spoke softly.

"Then add another one million." Ye Xiaofeng watched as the girl lightly swiped his Purple Gold Card, then returned it to him with both hands.

"Lord Sword God, please keep your card safe." The attendant was very polite and quite beautiful. Ye Xiaofeng smiled faintly and turned to leave.

"Manager, the task is complete." Once the attendant saw Ye Xiaofeng leave, she turned and reported to Luo Shaotian.

"Mm, very good. This time, A Xin will lose. I'll make Ye Xiaofeng lose everything, down to his underwear." Luo Shaotian was still bitter over Ye Xiaofeng winning money last time.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this afternoon's Soul Fighting Tournament officially begins!"

"First, let us take a look at the big screen below:"

A Xin VS Tian Hu

Name: A Xin

Martial Soul: Fire Dragon Spear

Soul Power Level: Level 57 Assault System Weapon Soul Master

Soul Ring Levels: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black

Name: Tian Hu

Martial Soul: Sabertooth Tiger

Soul Power Level: Level 61 Assault System Soul Master

Soul Ring Levels: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black

"Next, please welcome the two contestants onto the stage. The match is about to officially begin!"

"A Xin, I advise you to surrender. You couldn't even defeat a Soul Ancestor. What face do you have to stand on this stage and fight me?"

Tian Hu sneered. Ever since A Xin lost to Ye Xiaofeng, his reputation had plummeted. Yet A Xin had not given up because of that defeat. Instead, he had advanced two levels in just half a month.

"I don't think losing is shameful. On the contrary, that defeat made up for the shortcomings in my spear technique."

After returning from his defeat, A Xin had entered a state of enlightenment for half a day. Though it was only half a day, it was enough for him. His Self-Created Soul Skill became more refined, and his cultivation rose two levels in succession.

"Then let me see how much your cultivation has improved. First Soul Skill—Fire-Gun Tiger Claw!" Tian Hu launched the first attack.

"First Soul Skill—Spear Out Like a Dragon!" A Xin attacked in response. Against an enemy, the best offense was the best defense—using speed to counter speed, using attack as defense.

"I didn't expect A Xin to be stronger than before. Can he reverse his previous defeat in this match? Let us wait and see!" the host shouted into his microphone.

"Second Soul Skill—Demonic Tiger Celestial Seal Transformation!"

"Second Soul Skill—Yellow Dragon Emerges from Mountain!"

A Xin was at a disadvantage and could only counter each move as it came. Even Tian Hu, who was Level 61, could not injure A Xin. A Xin had experienced far too many life-and-death battles; every strike of his carried killing intent, even against opponents stronger than himself.

"Third Soul Skill—Grinding Tiger Celestial Wings!"

"I've been waiting for that move! Third Soul Skill—Hundred Steps Penetrating Willow!"

"Fifth Soul Skill—Killing Tiger Celestial Howl!" Tian Hu had still underestimated A Xin. Every one of A Xin's moves was meant to kill, forcing him to use a ten-thousand-year Soul Skill.

"Fifth Soul Skill—Destructive Kill!"

A Xin did not want to drag things out. The longer it went on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. He had to end the battle as quickly as possible.

"Fourth Soul Skill—Demonic Tiger Body Protection!"

Tian Hu had not expected A Xin to force him into such a state. He hurriedly used his fourth Soul Skill to defend himself, but A Xin still injured him. After all, a thousand-year Soul Skill could not block a ten-thousand-year Soul Skill.

"A Xin, you should be proud that you forced me this far. I take back what I said earlier. Surrender."

Tian Hu spoke seriously. A Xin had already used all his Soul Skills, while Tian Hu had yet to use his sixth. A Xin could not withstand it.

"Let me see how strong your sixth Soul Skill is. I hope you won't disappoint me." A Xin stared coldly at Tian Hu.

"A Xin, since you insist on seeking death, I'll send you on your way." Tian Hu was enraged to see that A Xin still refused to yield.

"The moment that decides victory and defeat has arrived." Ye Xiaofeng had been watching the battle below from the stands.

"Let us see who will be the final winner!" The host continued building suspense as the audience roared and cheered without pause.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Demonic Tiger Annihilation Kill!" Tian Hu unleashed his sixth Soul Skill, confidently believing that victory was at hand.

"Come at me! Soul Skill—Man-Spear Unity!" A Xin had already cast life and death aside. At that moment, he once again became one with his spear. He was the spear, and the spear was him.

"Activate the energy shield!" Seeing the power the two had unleashed, the host shouted urgently. If they did not activate the energy shield, the Soul Fighting Arena's stage would collapse.

"What happened? I can't see anything!"

"Who won?"

"It's all dust. I can't see either of them!"

The spectators erupted into an uproar.

"You lost," A Xin said coldly.

"How is that possible?" Tian Hu refused to believe that he had lost to A Xin. He was clearly stronger.

"There is no such thing as impossible." A Xin's spear was already lodged in Tian Hu's shoulder. He pulled it out and turned to leave.

"I can't lose! Die!" Tian Hu lost his reason in fury and tried to kill A Xin.

"Since you're seeking death, I can't spare you." A Xin spun back with a return spear strike, driving the Fire Dragon Spear directly into Tian Hu's heart.

Tian Hu's hands hung suspended in the air. He had still been one step slower than A Xin, and he collapsed onto the stage, barely alive.

No one had expected Tian Hu to attack in an attempt to kill after losing. The audience thought that if they had been there, they too would have killed Tian Hu. They simply were not as fast as A Xin.

"A Xin wins this match!"

The audience kept cheering for A Xin. When A Xin heard the host announce his victory, he immediately spat out blood and hurriedly supported himself with the Fire Dragon Spear. He had won this match, but it had not come easily.

A Xin dragged his exhausted body as he slowly walked down from the battle stage.

A Xin's victory made some people weep, wanting to jump from buildings and kill themselves, while others were so delighted they could not stop smiling or sleep.