Fighting soul arena, one against seven?

Lang Lei didn't spend too much time pondering why Qian Renxue was so interested in him. After all, in a world like the Douluo Continent, all sorts of monsters, specters, beguilers, netherlings, and sprites existed. For Lang Lei, the most important thing was his own strength. Regardless of the other party's identity or motives, strength was ultimately what decided everything.

Moreover, Lang Lei could roughly guess the reason for Qian Renxue's enthusiasm. It was nothing more than wanting to recruit him to compete for that position. However, Lang Lei didn't care about that. If Qian Renxue could truly produce another item with divine properties, he wouldn't mind helping her. After all, such treasures weren't found everywhere.

Still, Lang Lei knew in his heart that this possibility was extremely slim. How could a mere Crown Prince frequently produce such precious treasures? It was likely that even Xue Ye, the emperor, might not be able to easily produce them. Therefore, Lang Lei didn't hold much hope for Qian Renxue.

Despite this, Lang Lei was still grateful for Qian Renxue's reminder. He couldn't even wait until school was over before eagerly asking his teacher for leave and then rushing to the Great Soul Arena in Heaven Dou City.

"Whose child is this? How can he be here at such a young age?" a murmur rippled through the crowd, with people casting curious glances at the child who had suddenly appeared.

"I don't know. Hey, kid over there, where are your adults?" someone shouted loudly, trying to get Lang Lei's attention.

"You guys think he's here to participate in a Soul Fight?" another person guessed, eliciting a burst of laughter from those around.

"What a joke, such a young kid, he hasn't even grown all his hair yet, right? Does he even know what a Soul Fight is?" someone retorted dismissively.

However, facing the jeers and doubts from the surrounding people, Lang Lei acted as if he heard nothing. He walked straight towards the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, completely ignoring everyone around him.

Lang Lei's name was already well-known in aristocratic circles, and even some smaller Soul Master families had heard of him. But to the commoner Soul Masters, Lang Lei's name was relatively unfamiliar. Not to mention these ruffian-looking Soul Masters; their level was far too different from Lang Lei's, making it impossible for them to know of his existence.

As the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, Heaven Dou City was bustling and prosperous, but it was, after all, densely populated, making it inevitably a mixed bag. Not only were there nobles and Soul Masters, but also a large number of ordinary citizens.

There was nothing that could be done about it. Lang Lei couldn't expect his name to be known to everyone. As long as the major powers knew was enough.

Lang Lei wouldn't actively bully these ordinary people, but that didn't mean he would necessarily get close to them.

"Sir, this is your Bronze Soul Fighting Token. Please keep it safe. You'll need it for future promotions."

"Okay, thank you."

The service staff at the Soul Arena displayed considerable professionalism. They didn't refuse to process the Soul Fighting Token for him just because Lang Lei was a child. With the efficient work of the staff, Lang Lei quickly and smoothly completed the identity verification, meaning he could finally showcase his skills in the Soul Arena.

Just as the front desk lady was about to check Lang Lei's Soul Power Level and arrange a suitable opponent for him, Lang Lei suddenly made a request: "Can you arrange for a Soul Ancestor to be my opponent?"

This request surprised the front desk lady, but she politely asked Lang Lei if he was willing to display his Soul Power Level.

Lang Lei agreed without hesitation. He gently placed his hand on the crystal ball. Instantly, the crystal ball emitted a faint glow, and a clear number "29" slowly appeared.

"Level 29!" the front desk lady exclaimed involuntarily, her eyes widening like dinner plates, her face filled with disbelief. After all, a Soul Power Level of 29 was already considered quite outstanding among peers, and Lang Lei looked like just a child. Such a Soul Power Level was truly astonishing. She had originally thought it was some young master from a noble family coming here for training, at most around level ten. The Soul Arena certainly didn't lack such opponents, as ordinary Soul Masters were the majority. Not every Soul Master could reach the level of those monsters in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament.

But at this age, level twenty-nine, was the crystal ball broken?

"Is it okay now?" Lang Lei slowly withdrew his hand expressionlessly, as if he was already accustomed to people's surprised reactions. He inwardly sighed, feeling that he seemed to have gradually adapted to people's exclamations over time.

Lang Lei recalled for a moment and still felt that the Crown Prince's reaction back then was the most composed.

"Uh, little friend," the front desk lady began hesitantly, "according to regulations, we can only arrange opponents at the Soul Grand Master level for you. In special circumstances, we can arrange opponents at the Soul Elder level at most. As for a Soul Ancestor... that might be a bit difficult."

Lang Lei wasn't surprised. He nodded, indicating his understanding. After all, these were the rules of the place, and he didn't want to make things too difficult for the front desk lady.

"Then can you arrange a seven-person team of Soul Elders for me?" Lang Lei asked after some thought. Although such an arrangement might make the battle more difficult, he felt the risk was acceptable.

Hearing Lang Lei's request, the front desk lady couldn't help but show a distressed expression. She hesitated, and a little cold sweat even broke out on her forehead. She had never encountered a situation where an individual fought against a team before, let alone made such a decision on her own.

After all, the Great Soul Arena had a betting-like system. If Lang Lei's individual strength wasn't enough, it could easily lead to the Great Soul Arena's official losses.

After all, an individual fighting a team, with the team's average Soul Power Level being higher than the individual's, it looked like the team would win. In fact, the audience would think so too. They would bet heavily, and how could she, a small front desk clerk, dare to bear such a risk?

"Still not possible?" Lang Lei frowned, not wanting to trouble her further. "Never mind, then I'll follow your Soul Arena's rules."

"Wait, we can agree to the request of this little brother just now." Just then, a man walked over, smiling at the front desk lady and saying, "Please arrange it for him, just as this little brother said."

"Okay."

"Little brother, I am..."

"Arrange it quickly, I'll go to the waiting area first." Lang Lei didn't engage in pleasantries with the man.

Anyone who dared to speak like that likely knew his identity and had other motives. Although it's impolite to refuse a smiling face, he was too lazy to exchange pleasantries and simply ignored the man.