Ten Consecutive Victories

Yes, he was only a level 28 Soul Grandmaster, while Qing Mu was a level 34 Soul Elder.

Unless it was one of those exceedingly rare cases of challenging someone above one's rank, there was simply no chance they would be matched against each other.

However, just as Ma Hongjun was left speechless, Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "He can't be matched with you, but what about me?"

Unlike Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai was a level 37 Soul Elder, placing him in the same rank as Qing Mu.

There were not many Soul Elders or higher at the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena. As long as Qing Mu had not left, there was a fair chance he would be matched against Dai Mubai.

"You?"

Qing Mu glanced at Dai Mubai, his tone still calm. "Let's talk when we actually meet."

To be honest, Dai Mubai was not weak. White Tiger Splitting Light Wave, White Tiger Bodyguard Shield, and White Tiger Adamant Transformation—these three spirit skills, rigorously selected by the Star Luo Empire, were indeed excellent.

But Qing Mu feared opponents like Dai Mubai, big and dumb, the least. Leech Seed alone would be enough to give him a headache.

What Qing Mu feared most right now were Fire Attribute or Ice Attribute soul masters. Those two types were his current nemeses.

After saying that, Qing Mu ignored the Shrek group and turned his gaze toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

"These soul masters are even weaker than I imagined, but some of their combat techniques are worth learning from."

An hour later, Qing Mu watched the two people fiercely battling on the Soul Fighting Arena, rubbing his chin with one hand as he thought to himself.

Qing Mu noticed that not many people had a Hundred-Year Soul Beast ring as their first ring. Many Soul Elders even had the configuration of one white, one yellow, and one purple soul ring.

That was easy enough to understand. Most of these people had no backing, so their first soul rings had most likely been obtained with their schools leading the hunt.

Teachers at Junior Soul Master Academies were generally only Soul Grand Masters. Though they were capable of dealing with Hundred-Year Soul Beasts, the risk was far from small.

Therefore, unless they thought exceptionally highly of a student or had some personal connection with them, most teachers preferred to give their students a ten-year soul ring rather than a hundred-year one.

As for affecting their potential? Please. Most of those teachers had ten-year first rings themselves. How much potential did you expect a student to have? It was already good enough that they were willing to personally take you hunting for soul rings.

Compared to obtaining a Hundred-Year First Soul Ring, it was much easier for soul masters to acquire a Thousand-Year Third Soul Ring.

By then, a soul master had already grown stronger. Those who could cultivate to level 30 and add a soul ring could even be considered prospective nobles, so people from all sides were quite willing to do them this favor.

It was not until evening that Qing Mu finally left the Great Spirit Arena, still wanting more.

Though these soul masters were not especially strong, the techniques they casually displayed in battle had benefited Qing Mu greatly.

Qing Mu's combat skills mainly came from two sources: his parents' teachings and his life-or-death battles against soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest.

But regardless of the source, he had focused on assisting Bulbasaur and preserving his own life. He had very few techniques for personally entering battle. These seasoned Soul Fighting veterans had helped him fill in that gap.

The next day, Qing Mu returned to the Spirit Arena. His opponent that day was a defense-type soul master whose martial soul was the Iron Horn Rhinoceros. His Soul Power Level was the same as Qing Mu's—level 34.

"First Soul Skill, Iron Rhinoceros Shield!"

"Third Soul Skill, Mad Rhinoceros Counter Armor!"

The instant the battle began, the Iron Horn Rhinoceros soul master immediately assumed a defensive stance and slowly advanced toward Qing Mu.

His Third Spirit Skill, Mad Rhinoceros Counter Armor, was his proudest trump card. When stacked with his First Soul Skill, Iron Rhinoceros Shield, it could not only block most attacks below the Soul Ancestor rank, but also reflect those attacks back.

With this spirit skill, he had once achieved an impressive seven consecutive victories. Only when a soul master with the Jade Scale Snake martial soul appeared had he finally been defeated.

Yet as Qing Mu watched the iron lump approach him, the corner of his mouth twitched. With a light wave of his right hand, several utterly unremarkable seeds scattered in front of his opponent.

The next moment, countless green vines sprouted from the ground, almost instantly wrapping the man into a dumpling.

Seeing that things were going badly, the opposing soul master immediately activated the reflection effect of his Third Spirit Skill, only to discover that it had no effect on Qing Mu at all.

Qing Mu could not even be bothered to use a second spirit skill. Under the current circumstances, it was nearly impossible for his opponent to break free from Leech Seed.

And that was indeed the case. After discovering that reflection was useless, the Iron Horn Rhinoceros martial soul master immediately panicked. He promptly prepared to use his only offensive spirit skill, Rhinoceros's Wrath, hoping to tear apart the bindings of Leech Seed through sheer strength.

But if Leech Seed were so easy to break, it would not be called a divine skill. No matter how his opponent tore and struggled, he could not break through the restraints formed by multiple Leech Seeds. As Leech Seed continuously drained the energy from his body, his resistance grew weaker and weaker.

Tiny white orbs flew from the vines and merged into Qing Mu's body. But since Qing Mu was uninjured, the energy could not be used and could only slowly dissipate.

That sensation of being steadily devoured also reminded the Iron Horn Rhinoceros martial soul master of the terror he had once felt under the control of Jade Scale Snake Poison.

After trying fruitlessly for a while, he hurriedly shouted at Qing Mu, "I surrender! I surrender!"

The next moment, the vines around him instantly withdrew, and Qing Mu won his second battle without any surprise.

Time passed swiftly. In the blink of an eye, ten days had gone by, and Qing Mu had accumulated eleven consecutive victories through constant battles. He only needed to wait for the reward points to be settled at the end of the month before becoming a holder of a Bronze Soul Fighting Badge.

But it was precisely because of those eleven consecutive wins that the name Garlic Turtle became widely known and caught the attention of the Great Spirit Arena's management.

"Garlic Turtle has already won eleven matches in a row. Should we put some obstacles in his way?"

In an office within the Great Spirit Arena, a staff member in a tailcoat was asking the elegantly dressed middle-aged man before him for his opinion.

Supervisor Ao tapped the desk in front of him. After thinking for a while, he said, "Match him against some powerful soul masters. If he reaches fifteen consecutive victories, match him against Shrek's Dai Mubai."

Once a soul master at the Great Spirit Arena reached ten consecutive victories, every additional victory earned them one hundred reward points. A Silver Soul Fighting Badge required only one thousand points.

In other words, if Qing Mu were allowed to keep winning like this, he would only need twenty consecutive victories to obtain a Silver Soul Fighting Badge.

Whether to preserve the prestige of the Silver Soul Fighting Badge, maintain the entertainment value of the soul fights, or profit from the betting pools, the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena naturally could not possibly let Qing Mu achieve such a high winning streak so easily.