Garlic Turtle Has Fans Too

"Get lost!!"

Watching the Vines coil around him, Dai Mubai grew increasingly irritated. The tiger claws formed by his hands slashed fiercely, trying to cut through the Vines.

At the same time, a milky-white barrier appeared around Dai Mubai. It was his First Soul Skill, White Tiger Body Protection Barrier!

Dai Mubai's only thought now was to rush to Qing Mu's side. As long as he could get close, the sheer power of his White Tiger Martial Soul would let him deal with Qing Mu easily.

But how could Qing Mu possibly let him have his way?

With a sweep of his hand, several more Leech Seeds flew toward Dai Mubai.

Bang!

Although Dai Mubai relied on the White Tiger Body Protection Barrier's defense and his sharp tiger claws to barely force his way through some of the Vines from the Leech Seeds, his White Tiger Body Protection Barrier finally shattered before the ever-increasing number of Leech Seeds.

Once the White Tiger Body Protection Barrier broke, the remaining Vines swarmed him at once, instantly restraining his limbs.

Before long, Dai Mubai was wrapped up like a rice dumpling. Having lost his balance, he fell before Qing Mu, now only one meter away from him.

"Damn it... If only, if only I could move forward another meter!"

Lying on the ground, Dai Mubai knew his defeat was certain, yet he was filled with unwillingness. Qing Mu was practically within reach, but that tiny distance had become an insurmountable chasm.

Then the Leech Seeds exerted their power, beginning to drain Dai Mubai's energy. It turned into specks of white light that returned to Qing Mu and were absorbed by him, healing the last of his injuries.

"Gulp~"

Seeing this, Oscar in the viewing area could not help swallowing. He subconsciously said to Tang San beside him, "Little San, your Second Soul Skill isn't even on the same level as his skill."

As soon as those words came out, Tang San's expression immediately darkened. Though it was true, saying it outright was still inappropriate.

Bang!!!

Just as Tang San did not know what to say, Xiao Wu slammed a fist down on Oscar's head. Clenching her fists, she said, "Little Ao, what do you mean by that? Do you want to taste my Eight-Section Fall?"

Tang San's second Spirit Ring had been chosen by Yu Xiaogang. Questioning Tang San's Second Soul Skill was no different from questioning Yu Xiaogang himself.

Oscar saw stars from the blow and said aggrievedly, "Fine, I won't say it. But why did you have to hit me?"

"Hmph!"

Only then did Xiao Wu withdraw her fist. With a cold snort, she said, "He has a Self-Created Soul Skill, but does Little San not have one too? Don't forget his fight with Teacher Zhao."

Hearing that, Oscar's expression finally became serious. During the entrance exam, Tang San alone had managed to injure Zhao Wuji, a Level 76 Soul Saint, with those unfathomable Hidden Weapons.

Although Zhao Wuji had not been serious, the fact that a Soul Grandmaster could injure a Soul Saint was terrifying enough in itself.

Inside the VIP room, Dugu Yan smiled as she watched the scene. "Just as expected, those Leech Seeds possess restorative abilities as well."

However, as she said this, a trace of gravity appeared in Dugu Yan's gaze toward Qing Mu.

That field made of grass, the Vines that attacked while healing, and the seeds that could parasitize Spirit Masters—with the support of these three Soul Skills, defeating him would not be easy unless one had elemental restraint or a level advantage.

"Still, my Jade Scale Snake Poison is not only a long-range area attack, but poison also restrains ordinary plant Martial Souls. That Garlic Turtle shouldn't be my match."

Dugu Yan thought to herself.

Compared to Dugu Yan's talkative reaction, Ye Lingling was much calmer. She merely observed Qing Mu in silence.

Though his healing ability still fell short of her Nine Heart Begonia, her healing was excessive in a sense, while Qing Mu's recovery ability was already sufficient in most situations.

Meanwhile, on the Soul Fighting Arena, Qing Mu and Dai Mubai's battle was nearing its end.

Smack!

As Dai Mubai lost consciousness, Qing Mu withdrew the Leech Seeds. The medical staff, who had been waiting for some time, immediately came onto the stage and carried Dai Mubai away for treatment.

After all, Qing Mu and the others were only competing in sparring matches, not fights to the death. If even Spirit Masters injured in such battles could not be saved, it would inevitably damage the Great Spirit Arena's reputation.

Qing Mu closed his eyes and felt the Soul Power flowing back into his body. He could not help curling his lip as he thought:

"Just like ordinary Spirit Masters? It seems the plot characters from the original work aren't anything special either. They can't compare to Xiao Wu, a transformed Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."

Through the Soul Power feedback just now and the battles of recent days, Qing Mu had gained a preliminary understanding of how Battle Spirit Masters yielded experience.

It was similar to fighting Soul Beasts. The amount of experience fed back depended only on the target's current strength and had nothing to do with their Martial Soul, identity, or anything else.

Even at the same level, the experience gained could differ greatly depending on their Martial Soul, combat skills, Soul Skills, or condition.

Xiao Wu was an exception. Although she was only Level 31, because her true form was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, Bulbasaur's experience mechanism had likely judged her as a severely wounded Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

When Qing Mu defeated her, it was treated as though he had chipped away her last sliver of health. Though she had been in terrible condition, she was still a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Because he had fought above his level, the feedback he received still far exceeded that of opponents at the same level.

"Then that makes things clear. Once the killing aura's influence on Bulbasaur has been eliminated, it will be time for me to leave this place."

After all, he had not entered the City of Slaughter, so the killing aura on Qing Mu was not especially dense. It had already been cleansed away over these past days, and even Bulbasaur was more than halfway recovered.

Though the Great Spirit Arena could also be used to farm experience, one match a day was simply too slow. Its efficiency was nowhere near that of the Soul Beast Forest.

At that moment, before Dai Mubai had even regained consciousness, the host loudly announced, "Dai Mubai's eleven-win streak has come to an end! The victor is Garlic Turtle!

"At the same time, his winning streak has reached a frightening sixteen matches, a number rarely seen in the entire Great Spirit Arena even over the past several years!"

"Garlic Turtle! Garlic Turtle—"

The next moment, waves of cheers rang out from the stands.

After half a month of battles, Qing Mu had already accumulated quite a few fans. Seeing him defeat another powerhouse with more than ten consecutive victories, they immediately erupted in cheers.

Qing Mu gave the audience a slight wave in response to his fans, then quickly stepped down from the Soul Fighting Arena.

After leaving the Suo Tuo Great Spirit Arena, Qing Mu found a secluded corner, put away his black robe and disguise, summoned Bulbasaur, and prepared to visit the largest market in Suotuo City.