Great Soul Arena Invitation

Before the match began, Lang Lei was the least favored participant by the crowd.

Even the manager who supported his participation didn't have much confidence in him deep down. Because of this, Lang Lei's odds were ridiculously high, reaching an astonishing 2 to 100! This meant that if someone bet on Lang Lei to win, they would receive a return of up to 100 times their stake if he actually won!

However, facing such odds, Lang Lei bet his entire two hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins without hesitation.

Nothing else, just pure confidence.

It's important to note that this was no small sum. If he hadn't been worried about attracting unnecessary trouble by betting too much, Lang Lei probably would have put down even more money.

The person in charge of the betting for this match had seen too many Soul Masters like Lang Lei who were blindly confident and bet wildly on themselves. While a small fraction of these individuals did possess considerable strength, they were ultimately very few. In Lang Lei's case, the Great Soul Arena had already mentally prepared for the possibility of a significant financial loss from this match. After all, if they could use this opportunity to build a good relationship with Lang Lei, the cost would absolutely be worth it.

Just look at the people betting on the Seven Beasts Team now; the line was already incredibly long! If the match hadn't started and betting hadn't stopped, that line would probably have continued to grow!

"Alright, you can go. Let me talk to this young man."

Lang Lei paid no mind to who this person suddenly appearing was; his attention was entirely focused on the Gold Soul Coins he was about to receive. For him, as long as he got what he deserved, nothing else mattered.

"The money," Lang Lei stated concisely, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"We wouldn't dare embezzle the young master's money. Once our staff has counted the Gold Soul Coins, they will be presented in full," the other party quickly explained, a fawning smile on his face.

Lang Lei nodded in agreement. He knew that in a place like this, while they wouldn't openly withhold his money, a slight delay was inevitable. However, he wasn't in a hurry; time wasn't that pressing for him anyway.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then," Lang Lei said casually, then turned to go out for a stroll. He had long noticed Elysia's curiosity about Heaven Dou City, but she hadn't felt comfortable suggesting they go out because he had been so busy with his cultivation. Now that he had some free time, Lang Lei decided to take her out for a walk, a way to relax.

However, just as Lang Lei turned to leave, the other party called out to him again.

"Young master, please wait a moment." There seemed to be some hesitation and uncertainty in the other party's voice.

Lang Lei stopped, asking with some impatience, "What is it?"

"Young master, please don't misunderstand, I absolutely don't mean that." The general manager of the Heaven Dou Grand Arena quickly waved his hands in explanation. "I just want to discuss in detail the matters regarding your continued Soul Fights at our Great Soul Arena. This is very important for you."

Seeing the other party's obsequious demeanor, Lang Lei couldn't help but sneer inwardly. He knew exactly what the other party meant; it was nothing more than using the continuation of his Soul Fights at the Great Soul Arena to coerce him into going to his office. But Lang Lei wasn't falling for it; he wouldn't compromise for something like this.

"Hmph, you don't need to threaten me with that," Lang Lei said indifferently. "I participate in Soul Fights at the Great Soul Arena because I enjoy it, not because I have to. If your Great Soul Arena feels I'm not suitable, you can simply kick me out, and I won't have any complaints."

Lang Lei's voice was calm and firm, as if he had already anticipated this outcome. He looked at the general manager of the Soul Arena quietly, his eyes devoid of any ripples, only a faint indifference.

The general manager of the Soul Arena felt a chill under Lang Lei's gaze. He couldn't help but be surprised; this child was clearly only a Soul Grand Master, yet he could make him, a Soul Sage, feel a hint of danger. This feeling made him uneasy, and he began to re-examine the young man before him.

However, despite his inner doubts, the general manager of the Soul Arena decided to placate Lang Lei for now, as the latter's identity was indeed extraordinary.

"Of course not, how could I dare," he quickly said, a hint of trepidation in his voice. "It's just that we are a business, not an official organization, and our financial resources are indeed limited. Your strength far exceeds the average level for this stage, so..."

His words were somewhat hesitant, as if he were struggling to find the right words to explain. Lang Lei continued to watch him silently, waiting for him to speak further.

Just then, Lang Lei received a message from Elysia and paused.

"Alright, lead the way." Lang Lei apologized to Elysia as he agreed, and quickly received her reply that it was fine.

Indeed, she was always so considerate.

What the general manager of the Soul Arena said wasn't unreasonable. After all, strictly speaking, he was just a businessman and naturally had the right to refuse to do business with him. If he were to rely on the immense power of the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress to force the other party to do business with him, wouldn't that be exactly like those people in the Interstellar Peace Company's Pioneering department?

Lang Lei didn't want to follow in their footsteps and become the second person to have their Nameless identity revoked by Paimon.

Frankly speaking, Lang Lei's usual actions didn't entirely align with the Nameless's code of conduct; he was more like a genuine Sea Ranger. However, Paimon had shown considerable tolerance. As long as the actions weren't extremely malicious or heinous, she usually wouldn't expel someone from the train.

Just like Mikhail, Tiernan, Azalina, and himself, they had all voluntarily left the train to "act as righteous heroes," yet Paimon had still kept their tickets for them.

Under the guidance of the general manager of the Soul Arena, the two of them turned left and right, eventually arriving at an extremely luxuriously decorated room.

"You certainly know how to enjoy yourself. This level of luxury is almost comparable to a teacher's office at Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

"You flatter me, young master. That depends on the teacher's rank. Please, have a seat."

Lang Lei sat down without ceremony, and then watched as the other party poured him a glass of juice.

To be honest, Lang Lei preferred drinking tea. However, to make some of his physiological behaviors more in line with a child his age, Lang Lei didn't mention wanting tea.