Qing Mu, Targeted

"Alright, I understand!"

After hearing Supervisor Ao's words, the staff member nodded and quickly left the room.

After the staff member left, Supervisor Ao looked over Qing Mu's information and frowned. "Where exactly did this Garlic Turtle come from? Why haven't we gathered even the slightest bit of information after investigating for so long?"

As the supervisor of the Great Soul Arena, he naturally needed a certain understanding of the Spirit Masters in his area. But this form had obviously been filled out carelessly by the other party. Its credibility was less than one-tenth.

Especially that Garlic Turtle. Who would use a name like that? It was obviously a codename. The only thing that could be confirmed was that his Soul Power really was at level thirty-four.

Meanwhile, inside a massage parlor in Suotuo City.

Qing Mu enjoyed the massage from the masseur behind him, immediately feeling his body, stiff from battle and cultivation, gradually relax.

After a while, Qing Mu opened his eyes and asked to the side, "Bulbasaur, how does it feel?"

That was right. Beside Qing Mu was his Martial Soul, Bulbasaur. Although hiring someone to massage a Martial Soul was rather absurd, it was worth it if it could lessen the effects of the baleful aura affecting Bulbasaur.

Moreover, Qing Mu won ten Gold Soul Coins from the Spirit Duel Arena every day. Those Gold Soul Coins were just enough to offset his recent expenses.

"Bulba, bulba~"

Beside him, Bulbasaur responded to Qing Mu, so comfortable that his eyes narrowed into slits.

These past ten-odd days in Suotuo City had been the most comfortable days Bulbasaur had ever experienced. Qing Mu only fought one match a day, and Bulbasaur did not even need to make a move. During the rest of the time, Qing Mu took him around Suotuo City to eat, drink, and have fun.

More than ten consecutive days of relaxation had slowly restored Bulbasaur's affected mental state. It would not be long before he returned to normal.

"Sigh... if we hadn't gotten lost before, things wouldn't have been so troublesome."

At that moment, Qing Mu suddenly recalled getting lost in the Star Dou Great Forest and could not help but feel exasperated.

Bulbasaur's baleful aura had come from killing too many Soul Beasts. In Qing Mu's original plan, Bulbasaur would not have needed to kill any Soul Beasts at all. They only needed to find a suitable Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Then Qing Mu could repeatedly defeat that Thousand-Year Soul Beast and use Grassy Terrain to heal it, farming experience in the process.

The efficiency would have been high as well. They could fight twenty or thirty battles a day, and it would not take long to gain a level. Afterward, they could simply switch to a stronger Soul Beast.

However, because they had gotten lost, Qing Mu and Bulbasaur had entered an area where Thousand-Year Soul Beasts roamed everywhere and Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts could be seen from time to time.

In such an area, Bulbasaur had to guard against danger in the surroundings while protecting Qing Mu. Naturally, he could not hold back, and he killed quite a few Soul Beasts in battle, including even a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

That Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had been rather unlucky. It had just suffered some injuries in a clash with other Soul Beasts, and, by an unfortunate coincidence, encountered Bulbasaur just after an intense battle, with Growth stacked to the maximum.

Under normal circumstances, Qing Mu and Bulbasaur would flee the instant they encountered a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. That was indeed what they had done before.

But after stacking Growth to the maximum, Bulbasaur, once evolved into Ivysaur, truly had the strength to fight a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast head-on. Not to mention that this particular Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast was injured.

In the end, under the control of Sleep Powder, Poison Powder, and Leech Seed, the injured Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast grew weaker and weaker before being bombarded to death by endless Seed Bombs.

"It's a pity that Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast didn't drop a Soul Bone. Otherwise, my combat strength would be even greater now."

Thinking of this, Qing Mu could not help shaking his head, feeling some regret.

Still, Qing Mu knew that Soul Bones were not so easily obtained—especially Soul Bones in Douluo 1.

One had to know that even some level ninety-five Titled Douluo did not possess a single Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, let alone other Spirit Masters.

A Soul Bone—even a Hundred-Year Soul Bone—was an exceedingly rare treasure in Douluo 1!

More than an hour later, refreshed and invigorated, Qing Mu and Bulbasaur left the massage parlor and returned to the inn.

Several more days passed, and Qing Mu won several more matches, reaching a fifteen-match winning streak.

However, Qing Mu frowned as he looked at the opponent lying before him. Why had his opponents in these recent matches been so specifically tailored against him? They were completely different from those he had faced before.

"Looks like I've won too many times in a row. The Great Soul Arena has started targeting me."

Qing Mu quickly guessed the reason. A large portion of the Great Soul Arena's revenue came from betting. If he kept winning, and the audience blindly bet on him, the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena would definitely be unhappy.

Furthermore, battles without suspense would inevitably reduce the number of people watching the matches, which was another source of income for the Great Soul Arena.

But Qing Mu merely smiled calmly. "Target me if you want. I don't care anyway."

In truth, Qing Mu had long been prepared to lose. The spirit duels at the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena were merely casual experiments for him during his downtime.

For that reason, he had not even planned to reveal Bulbasaur. Winning so many matches with only his own body had already exceeded Qing Mu's expectations.

"I hope I'll encounter some interesting opponents afterward. Maybe they can improve my combat skills even further."

Through half a month of fighting and watching, Qing Mu had already absorbed all the techniques used by these Spirit Masters. If one spoke purely of combat skill, Qing Mu now surpassed the vast majority of Spirit Masters.

This was not because Qing Mu's talent was superior to that of the other Spirit Masters at the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena, but because Qing Mu had experienced not only more battles than ordinary Spirit Masters, but battles whose intensity far surpassed anything the other Spirit Masters at the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena could compare with.

At the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena, a person only fought one match a day. Even including two-on-two matches and team battles, that was merely three matches a day.

But in the Star Dou Great Forest, his daily number of battles could far exceed what those Spirit Masters experienced in an entire month.

The only difference was that in the Star Dou Great Forest, his opponents were Soul Beasts, while in the Great Soul Arena, his opponents were Spirit Masters.

That was also why Qing Mu had come to the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena to watch Spirit Masters duel: to gradually transform the techniques he had honed beneath the claws of Soul Beasts into combat experience useful against human Spirit Masters as well.

After the referee announced the victor, Qing Mu left the Soul Fighting Arena and headed straight for the passageway without stopping.

In the past, Qing Mu would have stayed to watch other Spirit Masters fight. But now, he had already absorbed all the combat techniques of these Iron Badge Soul Elders, so there was naturally no need to keep watching.

As Qing Mu departed, the expressions of Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others in the spectator area grew increasingly grave.

Because they could clearly sense that Qing Mu had become stronger during this period.