One-on-one Soul Fighting Arena, spectator stands.
Lin Ziyi and Babitt sat side by side in the junior VIP seats, looking down at the round, bowl-shaped arena resembling an ancient Roman coliseum.
Two Soul Masters of comparable strength battled within it, and whenever their spirit abilities struck their opponents, blood splattered everywhere!
The scent of blood filling the air, coupled with the excited shouts from the stands, made Lin Ziyi's blood boil as well!
It was just like when he had gone to an internet café with his best buddies in his previous life.
Who didn't have a computer at home? Yet the lively atmosphere of an internet café always made gaming feel more exciting!
The Soul Fighting Arena worked on the same principle.
With gambling and money thrown into the mix, the atmosphere was hundreds or even thousands of times more intense than playing games together at an internet café!
Before long, one of the Soul Masters in the arena beat the other unconscious!
Countless curses immediately rang out from the stands, while a small number of people cheered excitedly.
Clearly, this was a rare case of the weak defeating the strong! Most of the gambling addicts had lost badly on this match.
However, Lin Ziyi could tell that the gap in strength between the two Soul Masters was not that great, so such an upset was still understandable.
"In the next Soul Fight, Tushan Lingling, a level-sixty-nine Soul Emperor beauty—
"Will face Ye Zhiyuan, the Soul Emperor king who has maintained 108 victories without a single defeat in one-on-one Soul Fights!!
"Please welcome both Soul Emperors to the arena!"
Amid the excited cheers of the spectators, two figures emerged from openings on opposite sides of the arena.
The moment they saw Tushan Lingling's breathtakingly beautiful face, wolfish howls immediately erupted from the stands!
There were even quite a few girls attracted to women among them!
"Holy shit!! That big sister is gorgeous and seductive!
"I thought some idiot had come to challenge Ye Zhiyuan again. I admit, I was a little too loud just now!"
"This beauty has such a great figure~ If I had a figure like that, my husband definitely wouldn't want to get out of bed every morning!"
"She's pretty, sure, but who knows whether she's just a flashy vase!"
"Exactly! With a face like that, shouldn't she just find a man to support her and live peacefully? Coming to the Soul Fighting Arena to get beaten up is nothing but attention-seeking!"
"Sigh, I wonder if Ye Zhiyuan will go easy on a beauty like this..."
"Don't worry! Ye Zhiyuan is the kind of man with no women in his heart, whose blade naturally becomes divine.
"Against this slut, he'll only beat her until she's crawling around looking for her fur!"
Hearing the faint chatter from the arena, Lin Ziyi unconsciously revealed a crooked smile worthy of a Dragon King.
Although many people were amazed by Tushan Lingling's beauty, almost no one believed she could defeat Ye Zhiyuan!
After all, this woman had never participated in a Soul Fight at the Luofu Soul Fighting Arena before.
Yet Ye Zhiyuan's fame was known by everyone throughout the Great Soul Arena!
Especially those who had watched his fights—all of them had been won over by his formidable combat strength and savage fighting style!
Even though this beautiful woman was level sixty-nine like Ye Zhiyuan, few believed she could defeat him.
In the Soul Fighting Arena.
Ye Zhiyuan looked at the beautiful woman ahead of him, dressed in pink leather pants and a white top, and was slightly surprised.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life!
Even so, Ye Zhiyuan's heart remained as unmoved as a stubborn rock.
In battle, no matter how beautiful a woman was, she was merely a human punching bag waiting to be beaten before him!
Tushan Lingling was also sizing up the crew-cut man before her and the black bandages wrapped around his hands.
Before meeting him, she had assumed he was merely some trash who had deliberately remained at level sixty-nine and used underhanded tricks.
But after seeing him, the contempt in Tushan Lingling's eyes lessened, replaced by greater seriousness.
Because she sensed a trace of powerful aura from this man.
Although that tiny trace of strength was not enough to threaten her, a Titled Douluo.
If they truly fought at the same level, even if she could defeat him, it certainly would not be easy!
Following the command of the referee flying in the air, who possessed a bird-type martial soul, the battle was about to begin!
Ye Zhiyuan did not summon his martial soul immediately. Instead, he charged at Tushan Lingling at high speed!
His slightly forward-leaning body resembled a savage cheetah that had been gathering strength for a long time!
In just two seconds, he had rushed before the woman, his fist shooting toward her slender, fair neck at the speed of sound!
If the neck was struck, one could very easily be knocked unconscious.
It was a spot commonly targeted by fighters!
Yet in the face of such a fierce blow, Tushan Lingling calmly raised her left hand.
Her seemingly delicate palm caught Ye Zhiyuan's plain but immensely powerful punch as steadily as a baseball glove!
Looking at the woman's face so close before him, Ye Zhiyuan saw a trace of disdain in her eyes.
Having fought countless battles, he did not doubt himself in the slightest because of it.
He swiftly withdrew his right hand, then drove his left knee fiercely toward the woman's lower abdomen.
A faint golden spiral of Soul Power appeared at the front of his knee, drilling toward the woman's abdomen like a diamond drill bit!
Yet Tushan Lingling merely pressed down with her right palm, her movements still light and graceful, blocking Ye Zhiyuan's knee strike as effortlessly as an iron sand palm!
Even the tearing, metal-attributed Soul Power failed to break even a bit of skin on Tushan Lingling's palm!
This time, Ye Zhiyuan's heart finally wavered slightly!
He quickly realized that this woman's physical strength seemed to surpass his own!
No wonder she dared challenge him. She really did have some skill!
However, the probing ended here!
Since he had already determined that this woman was not merely a pretty vase, Ye Zhiyuan no longer intended to hold back.
He immediately pulled away from her, then slammed his right fist, wrapped in black bandages, into the ground!
In an instant, vast Soul Power spread rapidly outward like golden dust!
At the same time, six soul rings in the optimal configuration—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black—appeared around Ye Zhiyuan.
Tushan Lingling did not see him summon a martial soul, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.
But her gaze soon fell upon the black bandages around his hands, and she suddenly understood something!
Spirit-Human Fusion?!
This guy's martial soul was actually two boxing bandages wrapped around his fists!?
She had not expected him to have cultivated his martial soul to such a level... No wonder he dared boast that he was "invincible among Soul Emperors"!
Only by reaching the realm of Spirit-Human Fusion could one keep a martial soul manifested for long periods without consuming Soul Power!
Even Tushan Lingling had not achieved such a realm.
Not many people in this world could reach this point, because it required the body and martial soul to fuse perfectly!
Without sufficient opportunities and long-term refinement, it was impossible to reach this stage!
Reaching such a realm did indeed greatly improve one's strength.
But before a Titled Douluo three major realms above him, it was still nothing worth mentioning!
Seeing that Tushan Lingling still had not summoned her martial soul despite the Soul Power pressure released by his soul rings, Ye Zhiyuan could not help but sneer.
"Putting on airs!"
As soon as he spoke, he suddenly flung his right hand at Tushan Lingling!
The black bandages around his right hand instantly extended without limit, winding toward Tushan Lingling's delicate body like a gigantic black serpent!
"First Spirit Ability—Bandage Pull!!"
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