Soul Fighting King

The atmosphere was as noisy and lively as ever. Countless people shouted themselves red in the face, their cries filled with fervor. Madness and passion were the defining colors of this place. This was paradise for the strong and hell for the weak—the Soul Fighting Arena.

Madara stood on the Soul Fighting Platform once more. It felt like a lifetime had passed; he had not set foot here in years.

And today, Madara had returned like a king, ready to let those petty nobodies know who was in charge here.

The host was still a Soul Master with a flying martial soul, but the middle-aged man from before had been replaced by a beautiful young woman.

"Today, the Blood Pupil Asura, who has been absent from our Soul Fighting Arena for years, is about to return!" The young woman's crisp voice echoed through the vast Grand Soul Fighting Arena.

"Blood Pupil Asura? He's still alive?" Some spectators could hardly believe it and cried out in shock.

"Hahaha! This ticket was worth it!"

The audience wore all manner of expressions. Some found it unbelievable, while others scoffed at Madara's return.

But none of that would affect Madara's performance. His first step after returning had to be solid!

He still wore that crimson Battle Armor, and his eyes were still blood-red. The small figure from back then had now grown into a proud, unruly young man.

"Now, the first match begins! Blood Pupil Asura versus—" The young woman had barely finished her announcement before flapping her wings and flying away, clearing the arena for their battle.

"Kid! I don't care who you are!" A Soul Master who clearly had never heard of Madara's reputation—or had heard of it but did not care—rushed up and shouted arrogantly.

"Isn't being alive good?" Madara paid no heed to his barking and instead voiced the question in his heart.

Wasn't being alive good? Why did some people insist on coming here to die?

He had come to fight the strong in the Soul Fighting Arena, not to clear out its trash!

"Kid! Die!" The nameless Soul Master roared and charged at Madara first, carrying an unstoppable, peerless momentum.

The nameless Soul Master was no slouch in either strength or speed. His charge even stirred up currents of air.

But that was clearly nowhere near enough. Madara slowly raised his arm and clenched his fist. At the instant the nameless Soul Master rushed in and prepared to strike, Madara's fist shot out like a launched rocket.

The nameless Soul Master flew back even faster than he had charged forward, folding in midair like a sheet of paper as he sailed across the entire Soul Fighting Arena before slamming heavily into the stone wall.

Simple. Brutal!

Madara had not used any soul skills, because trash like this was not worth it. Only against someone who could truly be called an enemy would he go all out.

"Continue." Madara dusted off his clothes and calmly said to the young hostess, "Next!"

Madara's tone was flat, yet it carried an unquestionable authority.

"Blood Pupil Asura! Blood Pupil Asura!" The spectators' fanatical cries gradually merged into one chant.

Just like back then, Madara crushed several Soul Masters here with overwhelming force.

Unfortunately, he had needed to hunt for a soul ring at the time and had not been able to keep fighting!

But today, Madara's blood-red eyes would surely look down upon the entire Soul Fighting Arena, leaving every Soul Master who participated in the matches with an unforgettable nightmare.

One, two, three—Soul Fighters stepped onto the Life and Death Duel Platform one after another, unwilling to accept defeat.

Yet not a single one could hold out long enough to leave under Madara's hands.

"Blood Pupil Asura has achieved seven consecutive victories at the Jie Nuo Grand Soul Fighting Arena!" The news spread throughout the city, causing an impact like a tidal wave.

Everyone in the city had their attention drawn to the Asura in that Soul Fighting Arena. As Madara's partner, Jerry was grinning from ear to ear, earning a fortune.

"He's a demon!" Every Soul Master who had fought Madara on the arena stage and survived said this in terror.

As for the Life and Death Duel Platform, sorry! Not a single person could survive in his hands now.

In fact, almost no one dared to participate in Life and Death Duels anymore. Those desperadoes who lived by the blade had nearly been slaughtered clean by Madara.

Otherwise, Madara would not have lowered himself to participate in those ordinary matches.

"You've truly surprised me!" Jerry sat upright in his chair, leaning back slightly as he said with feeling.

"Get to the point!" Madara was as unpleasant as ever—one could even say violent.

"We're old friends, after all, aren't we?" Jerry had no way to deal with someone like Madara. He sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said, "I'm resigning from the Soul Fighting Arena!"

Madara's originally indifferent expression finally shifted slightly, and a sharp gleam flickered in his eyes.

There was no value left here! Everyone worth fighting had already been fought!

"Looks like my road of challenges is about to officially begin!" Madara made no effort to hide the excitement in his eyes, his voice filled with fervor.

Madara had long since stopped wanting to stay here. There was not a single worthy opponent!

So the question was, if Madara wanted to grow stronger quickly, what should he do? Naturally, he had to fight at other arenas—in simple terms, go challenge them on their home ground.

This city was too small. If it were the Soul Fighting Arenas across the entire empire, or even all of Douluo Continent, that would barely be enough for Madara to stir up on his own!

A few days later, Madara slowly walked out of the Jie Nuo Grand Soul Fighting Arena, with Jerry following behind him, looking extremely reluctant to part.

As the saying went, effort brought rewards. Jerry had placed all his bets on Madara, wagering that Madara could fight his way through every Soul Fighting Arena and still emerge unscathed.

With Madara's reputation, Jerry himself would also gain considerable benefits! That was the real reason he had become Madara's manager.

"You'll come back again." Without turning back to look at this little place even once, Madara walked away and declared with immense arrogance, "After I've defeated every Soul Fighting Arena in the country!"

Half a month later, Madara stood in a Soul Fighting Arena in another city. The enemy before him had long since fallen in a pool of blood.

"Congratulations to Blood Pupil Asura! He has achieved twenty consecutive victories in our Soul Fighting Arena!"

A month later, Madara stood with his arms folded, watching the dozens of Soul Masters across from him with great interest as they tensed up and readied themselves.

"Taking you on one at a time is far too troublesome!" Madara looked utterly relaxed, without the slightest fighting stance. He extended a hand and crooked his fingers in provocation. "So come at me together!"

The moment Madara finished speaking, several Soul Masters roared and charged at him like a stampeding herd of mad bulls. The brutal melee was so terrifying that even the host shut his eyes in fear.

In less than three months, Madara had single-handedly swept through more than a dozen soul fighting arenas, and the rank on his Soul Fighting badge had risen like a rocket.

Bronze Soul Fighter, Silver Soul Fighter, Gold Soul Fighter! Madara climbed step by step without encountering any obstacle, even shaking half the empire.

Everyone in the imperial capital was talking about how a Soul Fighting King had recently emerged within the country.

That was right—at two rings, he slaughtered Three-ring Soul Masters; at three rings, he could kill four-ring Soul Ancestors! Not a single loss, not a single draw.

Looking across the continent, there was no one who could blunt his edge!

He was more than worthy of being called the king of the soul fighting arena!

And Madara, whom the entire empire called the Soul Fighting King, was currently on his way to Suotuo City.

Not only because the famous Suo Tuo Grand Soul Fighting Arena was there, but also because a reply from Nuo Ding Junior Academy had informed Madara that he would be able to meet his younger brother again after a long separation—Tang San!