The Ghost's Winning Streak

Over the next few days, Soto Grand Soul Arena went mad.

A silver-masked fighter codenamed Chen Xing hung over the heads of every contestant in the Gambling Arenas like a ghost.

Han Yuchen did not rush into his next match.

After becoming famous in a single battle, he vanished for two whole days.

He knew this hunger marketing routine well.

The harder something was to get, the more people craved it.

Sure enough, when he appeared in the registration area again on the third day, the entire Soul Fighting Arena erupted.

Countless people swarmed over to see him, as though he were some newly arrived rare animal at a zoo.

"He's here! The masked kid is back!"

"Go place your bets! I'm betting even my wife's secret stash today!"

Han Yuchen turned a blind eye to it all.

He still wore the same plain cloth clothes, his lean frame utterly out of place among the muscle-bound Soul Masters around him.

He simply queued quietly, registered, then headed for the preparation area.

Today's opponent was an Agility Attack System Soul Master.

His martial soul was the Ghost Shadow Leopard. At level thirty-one, he was considered a minor expert in the Gambling Arena.

Speed was his absolute confidence.

"Kid, I heard you're pretty good at acting tough?"

The Ghost Shadow Leopard licked his lips, his gaze cold and sinister, like he was eyeing a lamb waiting for slaughter.

"Today, I'll show you that before absolute speed, all that fancy nonsense is trash!"

At the referee's command.

Whoosh!

The Ghost Shadow Leopard vanished from where he stood in an instant!

Only afterimages too fast for the naked eye remained on the arena stage.

He darted around Han Yuchen at high speed, searching for an opening to deliver a fatal blow.

Cries of alarm rose one after another from the stands.

"So fast! I can't see him at all!"

"That Chen Xing is dead for sure! He can't even react in time!"

In the VIP section, Dai Mubai held a wineglass and watched with interest.

Interesting. That speed was among the best at the same level.

He wanted to see how that masked kid would handle it.

On the arena stage.

Han Yuchen stood still.

Behind his mask, those deep eyes were completely calm.

Too slow.

Seriously, far too slow.

Like an old granny browsing a vegetable market.

Before my Spiritual Power, comparable to a supercomputer, what difference is your speed from flipping through a PowerPoint?

Left, right... oh, now you want to circle behind me?

Your next move is... to claw at the back of my neck, right?

I've already written the script for you.

Just as the Ghost Shadow Leopard thought he had found the perfect opportunity, appearing behind Han Yuchen like a ghost and swinging his claws at Han Yuchen's neck with a shriek that tore through the air.

Han Yuchen moved.

He merely...

Casually took a small step to the left.

Yes, the kind of tiny step you would take while walking to avoid a pile of dog shit on the ground.

Then.

The Ghost Shadow Leopard's supposedly certain killing blow brushed past the hem of his clothes and missed.

He was moving too fast, and his momentum was too great. He could not stop at all.

Bang!

With a deafening crash.

The Ghost Shadow Leopard slammed headfirst into the protective wall at the edge of the arena like a cannonball shot from its barrel.

The impact was so tremendous that the entire arena shook.

He slid limply down the wall like a pile of mud.

Stars filled his vision, foam spilled from his mouth, and he passed out on the spot.

He had one-shotted himself.

The entire venue fell into deathly silence once more.

Everyone, including the referee, stood with their mouths wide open, wearing bewildered expressions that screamed, "Who am I? Where am I? What did I just see?"

This...

That was it?

As if he had merely done something insignificant, Han Yuchen even lowered his head and patted the hem of his clothes, which had not gotten dusty in the slightest.

Then, under the stunned gazes of the entire venue, he turned and walked off the stage.

In the VIP section.

Dai Mubai's hand holding the wineglass froze in midair.

For the first time, his strange golden eyes narrowed slightly.

Luck?

No.

That step had been too precise.

So precise that it was as though he had predicted every one of his opponent's moves in advance.

This person...

On the fifth day.

Chen Xing's opponent was replaced by a Control System Soul Master.

His martial soul was the Ghost Vine.

"My vines will strangle you alive!"

His opponent was brimming with confidence.

The battle began.

Countless thick vines surged toward Han Yuchen from every direction like black venomous snakes.

Han Yuchen remained where he was.

He could not even be bothered to dodge.

Just as those vines were about to touch his body.

Something strange happened.

The vines suddenly lost control, as though they were drunk.

They twisted wildly in midair, tangling around each other and knotting themselves up.

In the end, they actually tied up their own master into a tightly bound green dumpling and hung him in the air.

Another move.

No, Han Yuchen had not made a move at all.

His opponent had played himself to death again.

The audience no longer knew what expression to make.

From their initial shock, they had now become numb. They even... started finding it a little funny.

Did this Chen Xing have some kind of curse on him?

Whoever faced him got unlucky?

On the eighth day.

His opponent was a long-range Assault System Soul Master, whose martial soul was the Energy Arrow.

His Soul Power was higher as well: a level forty-one Soul Elder.

White, yellow, yellow, purple.

Not daring to be careless, his opponent lit up his white, yellow, and purple soul rings in succession.

Three skills stacked atop his martial soul.

He went all out from the start.

The battle began.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

More than a dozen Energy Arrows condensed from Soul Power streaked through the air with piercing shrieks, sealing off every possible route of escape for Han Yuchen.

In the stands, a curvaceous female host with a sweet voice was delivering commentary in an exceptionally rousing tone.

"Oh my! It's Storm Arrow Rain! Contestant Chen Xing has been completely locked on! How will he deal with this fatal strike?"

Han Yuchen raised his head and looked at the arrows shooting toward him.

Slowly, he raised a hand.

Then...

Toward the direction from which the arrows were flying, he gently...

Blew out a breath.

Huff.

A barely noticeable current of air, too weak to stir even his own hair, met those dozen or so Energy Arrows.

Then.

Under the gaze of several thousand spectators, whose eyes were nearly popping out of their heads.

Those menacing Energy Arrows seemed to be nudged by an invisible hand, turning sharply in unison.

They flew back at an even greater speed than they had come!

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

Before the long-range Soul Master could react, his own arrows struck him until he looked like a hedgehog.

Though the Energy Arrows had no physical form and could not inflict penetrating wounds, they still blasted him black all over. He screamed and collapsed to the ground.

The female host's sweet voice cut off.

Her alluring red lips remained parted, but she could not say a single word for a long while.

Where was her commentary?

Where was that whole prepared speech describing how contestant Chen Xing would bravely dodge and make a desperate counterattack?

He solved it with one puff of air?

How was she supposed to commentate that?!

The female host could not understand it at all. Her pay was about to get docked.