I'm a Support System Soul Master

"I'm Xiong Ba. Could you arrange a one-versus-two soul fight for me?" Ye Zhou asked the staff member at the Great Soul Arena counter.

His Soul Power was currently level twenty. Since he had not yet attached a soul ring, under normal arrangements, his opponents would only be one-ring Soul Masters, with the strongest merely having Soul Power equal to his own.

Ye Zhou felt that dueling Soul Masters of that level would not do much to improve his combat experience. After all, his opponents would only have one soul skill, while he had several. Therefore, he hoped to have a one-against-two match.

Of course, if they could arrange for a two-ring Soul Master to fight him, then there would be no need for one against two. One-on-one would be enough.

Hearing Ye Zhou's request, the staff member said awkwardly, "I'm very sorry, but the Great Soul Arena currently only has individual matches and team matches. There are no arrangements for one-versus-many soul fights."

"Then could you randomly arrange a Soul Grandmaster for me to fight?"

"I'm sorry, but that cannot be arranged either. Otherwise, we would have no way to calculate the participating Soul Masters' points. Think about it: a Soul Grandmaster earns points for defeating a Soul Master, and they also earn points for defeating a Soul Grandmaster of the same rank. That wouldn't be fair."

"Then just give fewer points for the former."

"That isn't something I can arrange. Please forgive me," the staff member apologized to Ye Zhou.

"Ah, fine. It's not your fault." Ye Zhou sighed. He had taken it for granted and had not expected the Great Soul Arena to be so rigid.

"Young Sect Master, how about I find a one-ring Soul Master to team up with you? Once you get on stage, he can voluntarily concede, leaving you to fight one against two?" Yue Buqun stepped forward, bent down, and suggested to Ye Zhou.

"Mm, that's the only way." Ye Zhou had been thinking the same thing, so he nodded.

"Then I'll be right back?"

"Alright, go ahead." Ye Zhou waved his hand.

Yue Buqun rose and left.

Ye Zhou waited at the counter.

Just then, a somewhat timid voice came from behind him.

"Um... are you going to participate in a soul fight?"

"Hmm?" Ye Zhou turned around and found that it was the little girl whose wallet had been picked up and not returned earlier.

"Yes. What is it, little girl? You're so young, yet you came here to watch soul fights?" Ye Zhou turned around and asked Ning Rongrong with a smile.

This little girl was truly adorable. If children on Douluo Continent were not so mature for their age, making them difficult to handle, he really would have wanted to pinch her cheeks.

"I'm not a little girl! You don't look any older than me." Ning Rongrong slightly puffed out her chest as she spoke.

A little girl of barely six could puff herself up all she wanted, but there was still nothing there.

Still, her words and tone were rather amusing. So small, yet acting so grown-up—and she was not a little girl? Could it be that, like him, she was an eighteen-year-old male college student who had been reborn?

"Little girl, where are your parents? Running around alone isn't good. If you run into bad people again, you might not find a kind person like me to help you. You'll be bullied until you cry," Ye Zhou said to Ning Rongrong in the tone one used to tease children.

"My father is too busy and doesn't have time to accompany me, so I snuck out by myself. Hmph, I'm not afraid of bad people. Thank you for what happened earlier, but I could have handled it myself," Ning Rongrong stubbornly replied.

Handled it? She had clearly been angered into tears just now...

Ye Zhou shook his head. This little girl would probably suffer for it someday.

"Are you a Soul Master? I didn't see you summon your martial soul just now. How did you send that bad man flying?" After exchanging a few words and seeing that Ye Zhou was gentle, friendly, and easy to get along with, Ning Rongrong gathered her courage and curiously asked him.

"Not summoning a martial soul doesn't mean I can't use Soul Power. That guy was an ordinary person. Sending him flying was very easy," Ye Zhou said.

Earlier, he had used the Cloud Dispelling Palm.

Actually, even without the Cloud Dispelling Palm, he could have used his hand like a blade and knocked that guy down with the simplest Force Split Mount Hua.

However, that would have required close combat. It was not as convenient as finishing things with one long-range strike.

"Nonsense! The aura of a one-ring Soul Master can't intimidate ordinary people. Even if you used Soul Power, there's no way you could send an adult flying from so far away. I'm a Soul Master too—you can't fool me." Ning Rongrong planted her hands on her hips. Thinking Ye Zhou was lying, she immediately became a little anxious and refuted him.

A little girl questioning whether he was lying was no big deal. She was just a child; arguing with her would be a little foolish. But...

"You're a Soul Master too?" Ye Zhou noticed the latter half of Ning Rongrong's words and asked her.

"That's right. My Soul Power has already reached level twelve." Ning Rongrong spoke with great pride.

She did not mention that her martial soul was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, the number one support-system martial soul in the world. Otherwise, this guy before her would definitely be even more shocked.

In fact, Ye Zhou was indeed somewhat surprised.

Level twelve...

"Then why do you look so delicate? That person bullied you just now. Why not just punch him?" Ye Zhou asked.

Children feared adults because of the difference in size and because they could not win. But she was a level-twelve Soul Master. Knocking down an ordinary adult should not be difficult, right? She said her aura could not scare him, but then she could have used a soul skill. It was not as if anyone had stopped her.

"I, I..."

The pride on Ning Rongrong's face froze. Biting her lip, she quietly said, "I'm... a Support System Soul Master."

"Oh!" Ye Zhou understood. So that was it.

"Young Sect Master." Yue Buqun's voice rang out. He had returned with a boy of around ten years old.

"Young Sect Master, let him team up with you for the soul fight," Yue Buqun said to Ye Zhou.

"Wang Feng pays his respects to the Young Sect Master." The boy was a head taller than Ye Zhou and cupped his hands in greeting.

He was the child of a Heaven Dou Empire noble. Yue Buqun had told him Ye Zhou's identity and explained that Ye Zhou wanted to participate in a one-versus-two soul fight, but the Great Soul Arena could only arrange two-versus-two matches. Therefore, they needed a Soul Master to help go through the motions. Once he learned of it, he naturally came to help with such an effortless favor that could aid the Young Sect Master of Maoshan.

After all, although the Maoshan Sect had only entered the Soul Master world a few months ago, everyone in Heaven Dou City knew that its Sect Master was a Titled Douluo!

Even the Lower Four Sects did not have Titled Douluo.

"Alright, thank you." Ye Zhou smiled at Wang Feng.

"Young Sect Master?" Ning Rongrong froze. When Yue Buqun had called out "Young Sect Master" earlier, she had thought he was calling her. She had assumed a disciple from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had found her, but she had not expected him to be addressing someone about her own age.

"Ahem, little girl, your big brother here is highly skilled. Since you've come to watch the matches, remember to cheer for me later." Ye Zhou coughed twice. He did not explain his identity to Ning Rongrong, since she was merely a little girl he had encountered by chance.

He took Wang Feng to register for a soul fight with the staff member, and the arrangements were quickly made.

Taking the identification plates, Ye Zhou led Wang Feng and Yue Buqun toward the waiting area.

Watching Ye Zhou leave, Ning Rongrong walked up to the counter, stood on tiptoe, and asked, "Who was that person just now?"

"Oh, he is contestant Xiong Ba." Since he had come to participate in soul fights, his identity could not remain secret. Soul fights were meant for ticket-buying spectators, who could also place bets based on their understanding of both sides. Therefore, when someone asked about a participant, the Great Soul Arena staff had to answer.

"Xiong Ba? I've never heard of a sect with the surname Xiong." Ning Rongrong thought about it, puzzled.

"Xiong Ba is his soul-fight name. I think... it probably means 'Overlord of the World.'"

"So it was a soul-fight name." Ning Rongrong came to a realization.

"How many soul fights did he have before? How many did he win?"

"He fought two individual matches, and won both," the staff member said.

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong thought for a moment, then took out her wallet. "I want to bet one thousand Gold Soul Coins that he'll win his next match. Also, get me a ticket. I want to watch his soul fight."

"Certainly. Please wait a moment."