Shen Ranxi felt the thin calluses on his palm and the heat of his hand.
"Of course. I bet on Fatty to win. If he dares lose, he'd better watch out!" Xiao Wu waved a fist. Beside her, Bai Chenxiang thought of the money she had put down for living expenses and watched the arena below, her face tense.
Grandpa gave me all the money he'd managed to save before I left. Please don't let it go to waste!
"Fatty's really showing off. Bet all he can think about is looking cool in front of Little Bell. Serves him right if someone yanks his pants down and exposes his butt." Oscar curled his lip. Fatty had probably been waiting for a chance to strut around since noon.
"Shut up." Ning Rongrong drove an elbow into Oscar's chest without warning.
"Oh! Ah! That feels great..." The blow barely tickled him, and Oscar grinned shamelessly.
Ning Rongrong: "..."
Tang San silently studied how the Sea Soul Masters fought, piecing together tactics in his mind.
Shen Ranxi stood by the window, discreetly sweeping her gaze over their surroundings.
"Fatty's steadier with Little Bell there." Tang San had seen the worry in Shen Ranxi's eyes. "Little Bell is much stronger than we thought."
Down in the arena, Little Bell did not rush ahead to take the lead. Instead, she stayed unexpectedly calm, supporting Ma Hongjun's attacks.
She dodged, rolled, and defended.
Every move was crisp, without a trace of hesitation.
She discarded flashy techniques. Each move was precise and fierce.
She used no offensive Soul Tool. Apart from a defensive tortoise shell, she carried only the heavy hammer she used for forging.
"Who says a support Soul Master can't fight? Take this!"
Little Bell's composure and quick thinking shone throughout the fight.
"Little Bell's