Suotuo City, a bustling metropolis located on the border of the Balak Kingdom.
When night fell, the daytime clamor did not fade. Instead, it was replaced by a wilder, more primal fervor.
Great Soul Arena.
How should one put it?
It was a massive octagonal cage built from stone and money.
The air was thick with the frenzied smell of sweat, alcohol, and grilled meat sausages.
Deafening cheers crashed over them like a tsunami, wave after wave, making their eardrums buzz.
At that moment, in a relatively quiet corridor backstage, Dean Flender was spraying saliva as he gave his "monster" students their final pre-battle pep talk.
"...Listen carefully! The rules of the Great Soul Arena are simple, and cruel! Your Soul Power Level determines that you can only start from the lowest rank, Iron Soul Master. Win a match, earn one point; lose one, lose a point. Once you reach one hundred points, you advance to Bronze Soul Master, then Silver Soul Master, Gold Soul Master..."
Though Flender was an old cheapskate, he was meticulous when explaining rules. He adjusted the crystal glasses on his nose, their lenses reflecting the flickering light of the Soul Guide Lamps.
"Your goal is to obtain Silver Soul Master badges within one year—all of you! This is not only a graduation requirement, but also the first step toward proving the name 'monster' to the entire continent! Do you understand?"
Obtain Silver Soul Master badges within a year?
Heh. Just a newbie village quest.
Han Yuchen yawned boredly, Little White Fox cradled in his arms.
These little ones would probably have to put in some effort.
As for me...
What was the difference between coming to a place like this and a max-level veteran returning to the newbie village to stomp fodder?
"...You understand all