"Oi~ Brother Wuque, you're here so early? I've been dying to get started!"
"Oh yeah, my whole body's burning up. I really want another collision of flesh against flesh with you—completely satisfying, impossible to stop!"
"Get lost! I got here first! I booked the front desk three days ago—today's my turn!"
After lunch, the moment they arrived near the Great Soul Arena, a crowd of muscular men swarmed over and gathered before the three of them, each striking their most impressive poses as they stared eagerly at the man to Ning Tian's left.
Some flexed their massive pecs, while others even had vibrating butts. Every one of them possessed a unique skill, enough to shock all four corners!
In response, Ning Wuque's eyes lit up as he bared two rows of teeth and roared roughly, "Today, I'll smash your bodies to pieces with my fists and crush your souls with my strength!"
"So powerful—yes, this is how it should be! Lord Wuque, we adore you! Only collisions between bodies can display the might of us Beast Soul Masters!"
"What a powerful declaration, what a robust tone! I can barely resist activating my martial soul and having a round!"
"Exactly! This is how it should be—it was always meant to be this way! I want to challenge Brother Wuque to a spar without activating our martial souls!"
"Mmh, what an incredibly bold statement!"
Ning Tian and Wu Feng silently took several steps back. They raised their hands to wipe away nonexistent cold sweat, their gazes toward Ning Wuque carrying a hint of unfamiliarity.
Th-this wasn't right, was it? Why had Wuque changed so much after coming to the Soul Arena? What kind of wild nonsense were they even saying?!
"Could he have trained himself stupid?"
"Wuque's mental state really is a