Tushan Lingling vs. Ye Zhiyuan! (Thanks to Brother Lin Chenyu for the monthly ticket and comment support~ Mwah~)

"Absolutely invincible at the Soul Emperor level?"

Hearing the male attendant's words, Lin Ziyi's eyes flickered slightly.

Since gambling was involved, there was bound to be something shady about the business.

After all, very few ordinary people could actually make money through betting at the Great Soul Arena.

Most were merely sacrifices used to fill its gold pit.

Although the male attendant tried earnestly to dissuade them, Tushan Lingling, as a Titled Douluo, was not worried in the slightest.

So what if he was invincible at the Soul Emperor level? Even if he were invincible at the Soul Douluo level, Tushan Lingling would not take him seriously!

"Whatever. I want to challenge him. Register me," Tushan Lingling ordered coldly.

Seeing that the woman insisted, the male attendant could say nothing more. He merely sighed and submitted Tushan Lingling's name.

Before long, two lines of text appeared at the top of the central display screen on the third floor:

Level 69 Tushan Lingling vs. Level 69 Ye Zhiyuan!!

This soul battle will begin in one hour. Please place your bets as soon as possible!

Lin Ziyi glanced at the words on the display, then directly tossed a money pouch containing three hundred and fifty Gold Soul Coins before the male attendant.

The male attendant was immediately startled when he saw so many Gold Soul Coins!

He was about to say that bets placed on Ye Zhiyuan could not exceed ten Gold Soul Coins when Lin Ziyi suddenly spoke.

"Bet it all on Tushan Lingling!"

"What?!"

The male attendant froze again, then looked at the young man as though he were an idiot!

He had just warned them that no one at the Soul Emperor level could possibly defeat Ye Zhiyuan!

Yet they still dared to place so much money on this Tushan Lingling.

No matter how strong this beauty was, as long as she had not surpassed the Soul Emperor level, she could forget about defeating Ye Zhiyuan!

The male attendant, who knew some of the inside details, sneered repeatedly in his heart.

Afraid that Lin Ziyi might regret it, he hurriedly pocketed the money pouch and issued Lin Ziyi a betting receipt for 350 Gold Soul Coins.

Just as the male attendant prayed for more idiots like this to come along—

The black-clothed fat man beside them suddenly tossed an even larger money pouch in front of him!

"Five hundred Gold Soul Coins! On Miss Tushan Lingling!"

The fat man's words instantly left the male attendant standing there like he had turned to stone!

He had thought this young man was already the dumbest fool in the world. He never expected someone even dumber!

Whose subordinate was this fat man?

At the same time, the male attendant's absolute confidence in Ye Zhiyuan wavered slightly.

He looked at the bulging pouch of Gold Soul Coins, then at Tushan Lingling's cold and aloof expression.

Could this woman really defeat Ye Zhiyuan? Could it be that she had some unspeakable trick up her sleeve as well?

Thinking of this, the male attendant immediately put on an apologetic smile.

"Honored guests, the amount you wish to bet is simply too large. I need to consult our boss. Please wait a moment."

After saying that, the male attendant immediately left through the staff passage behind the window.

At the top floor of the Great Soul Arena.

In the center of the brilliantly lit room, four single sofas were arranged in a semicircle, with a lavishly dressed man seated on each one.

A gorgeous, voluptuous dancer was performing a shy yet seductive striptease under the watchful eyes of the four men.

The man on the far left had bandages wrapped around his upper body, yet he stared lecherously at the dancer. He was Count Yunting, whom Tushan Lingling had taught a lesson earlier.

Seated to his right was the Prince of the Balak Kingdom who had given Lin Ziyi a treasure not long ago—Kundela Shop!

To Shop's right sat a middle-aged man with a spirited high ponytail. He was also the owner of this Luofu Great Soul Arena—Nuotian De.

Further to the right, a burly man with a buzz cut leaned expressionlessly against the sofa, his muscular upper body bare.

Both his hands were wrapped in black bandages. At a glance, he was clearly the fighting type.

Just as the four men enjoyed the dancer's fiery performance, someone suddenly knocked on the door.

His mood ruined, Nuotian De frowned slightly and said coldly,

"Come in."

The door opened, and the male attendant who had received Lin Ziyi's group earlier immediately crawled in on his knees, afraid of dirtying the gilded carpet beyond the door.

Such an expensive carpet—just a small piece of it was worth his yearly salary!

The male attendant's gaze swept over the dancer's flawless nude body.

Then, still kneeling, he bent forward and reported everything that had happened at the window to Nuotian De in full detail.

Hearing that someone wanted to challenge Ye Zhiyuan, and that someone had even bet five hundred Gold Soul Coins on the challenger—

A hint of surprise appeared on Nuotian De's face, and he could not help looking toward the buzz-cut man on the left.

"Zhiyuan, what do you think?"

Without question, the buzz-cut man called "Zhiyuan" was Ye Zhiyuan, who had won several hundred consecutive Soul Emperor-level soul battles!

Ye Zhiyuan adjusted the boxing wraps around his hands and replied nonchalantly,

"Anyone who can afford to put up that much money must be some rich outsider again.

"The local rich people have learned their lesson. Unless they have enough confidence, they will not find another helper to challenge me.

"But as I always say, above Soul Sage, we trade one for one. Below Soul Sage, I am invincible.

"Why would I refuse money delivered right to my door?"

Hearing Ye Zhiyuan speak with such confidence, Nuotian De immediately smiled in relief.

"In that case, I'll go with you and see just who is so arrogant and confident."

Then he turned to Prince Shop on his right, an ingratiating expression appearing on his face.

"Your Highness, would you like to continue resting here, or come with us to watch the excitement?"

Shop stood up directly. "Let's go. I'm curious too—who is making such a grand gesture?

"Of course, I'm even more looking forward to seeing Brother Tiande bleed his wallet dry."

Nuotian De laughed heartily, then looked at Count Yunting, who was still obsessed with the dancer.

"Yunting, you... forget it. I'll give this dancer to you.

"But you're injured right now, so don't move yourself. Let her do the moving."

Count Yunting waved a hand casually. "Don't worry, don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Go take care of your business!"

Shop glanced at Count Yunting, smiled, and shook his head before leaving the room together with Nuotian De and Ye Zhiyuan.

Lin Ziyi's group waited for around ten minutes before they finally saw the male attendant hurry back.

In just those ten minutes, the number of people betting on Ye Zhiyuan shown on the big screen had already exceeded five hundred!

If every one of them had placed the maximum bet of ten Gold Soul Coins, then there were already at least five thousand Gold Soul Coins in wagers.

Meanwhile, only three people had currently bet on Tushan Lingling.

Besides Lin Ziyi and Babitt, the third person had placed their bet at another window, so they had not seen them.

They were probably a gambler at the end of the road...

Seeing the male attendant accept the enormous amount of Gold Soul Coins with a relaxed expression, Lin Ziyi knew that the owner of the Great Soul Arena had agreed to their challenge.

It seemed they were extremely confident in that fellow called Ye Zhiyuan.

But he also had absolute confidence in his own white-haired Little Fox!

At the same time, he was looking forward to the wonderfully entertaining expressions those gamblers who had bet on Ye Zhiyuan would wear after losing their wagers!