Spirit Arena Debut

Suotuo Great Soul Arena.

Under the night sky, the massive building resembled a colossal beast swallowing gold, brightly lit, its clamor shattering the clouds.

Two extreme worlds collided head-on at the entrance.

Through the left passage, Tang San emerged with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun.

The three wore ghastly green "Shrek" masks, clad in ink green team uniforms Flender had scavenged from the flea market, complete with several obvious patches.

The air of shabbiness could be smelled from ten meters away.

A commotion erupted from the right passage.

"Heavens! Which noble's team is that?"

"So handsome! Is that silver-haired beauty an angel?"

Amidst the shrieks, Qian Mo led the "Temple Team" onto the stage.

Their haute couture battle robes were all platinum-colored, embroidered with intricate divine patterns in gold thread.

Zhu Zhuqing was as cold and stunning as ice, Xiao Wu as noble as a phoenix, and Ning Rongrong as sacred and inviolable.

Even Oscar, who had once been lewd, was now toying with an exaggeratedly styled silver soul tool in his hand. With a flick of his peach blossom eyes, he made the maidens by the roadside blush furiously.

The two groups of people faced each other across the barrier.

It was like a royal procession encountering beggars entering the city.

"Hmph, seeking attention."

Tang San glanced coldly, tugging at the green mask on his face. "Spirit Masters rely on strength, not clothes."

Dai Mubai stared intently at Zhu Zhuqing's leather clothes that outlined her perfect curves, the jealousy in his eyes threatening to burn through his mask.

"Let's go! To register!"

Tang San commanded in a low voice, leading the two towards the registration point.

At the counter.

The staff member frowned deeply as they looked at the form Tang San handed over.

"Shrek Team? Iron Soul Arena badge? Three people?"

"Yes," Tang San straightened his back. "We will only participate in two-on-two and team battles. For team battles with insufficient numbers, we will find passersby to fill in."

"Alright, go to Zone F, that's the low-level combat zone." The staff member casually tossed over a wooden plaque.

It was Qian Mo's turn.

A Black Gold Card was gently placed on the table.

"Temple Team."

Qian Mo's voice was lazy, "Arrange the Main Soul Arena Stage for me."

The staff member was about to say that the Main Soul Arena Stage required qualifications, but upon seeing the Black Gold Card, which symbolized the highest authority of the Martial Soul Hall, their knees went weak, and they almost knelt.

"Yes! Sir! We'll clear the stage for you immediately!"

Resting Area.

Tang San had just finished a two-on-two match.

Relying on sneak attacks with hidden weapons, he and Dai Mubai narrowly defeated a pair of Soul Elder combinations.

Although the victory was not glorious, the thrill of winning restored Tang San's confidence.

"Hidden weapons are indeed invincible."

Tang San touched the Sleeve Arrow on his wrist, a cold smile curling the corner of his mouth. "As long as the coordination is right, I can even kill a Soul Ancestor."

As he spoke, Qian Mo walked over with his entourage.

He held a cup of expensive Red Wine, as if strolling through his own Back Garden.

"You've won two matches of weaklings fighting each other, and now you think you're capable?"

Qian Mo stopped, his gaze playful.

"Qian Mo."

Tang San stood up abruptly, Purple Glint flashing in his eyes. "Don't get cocky. In the Spirit Arena, life and death are not discussed. Your resources and pills can't buy your life here."

"In that last match, if the referee hadn't stopped it, my opponent would have been crippled by my Dragon Whisker Needle."

Tang San's tone was sinister, filled with a sense of showing off. "This is the gap in skill."

"Skill?"

Qian Mo smiled and turned to look at Oscar. "Xiao Ao, tell him what skill is."

Oscar chuckled and patted the heavy Metal Box in his hand.

"San'er, times have changed."

Qian Mo ignored these clowns any further and waved to the staff behind him.

"That 'Berserk Team' you mentioned, aren't they quite berserk?"

"Arrange it, let them be a warm-up."

"Also..." Qian Mo pointed at Tang San, "Next match, I'll call out Shrek."

"The bet, Five Million Gold Soul Coins."

The entire venue erupted in an uproar.

Five million!

That was enough to buy half of Suotuo City!

The Main Soul Arena Stage, lights focused.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's main event--the mysterious Temple Team versus the seven-win streak Berserk Team!"

The Host's hoarse roar ignited the crowd.

As the Berserk Team appeared, a ferocious aura washed over them.

Their captain, Mad Rhinoceros, was a two-meter-tall strongman, his muscles bulging like iron blocks.

"Pretty Boy Team?" Mad Rhinoceros spat, pointing towards Qian Mo's group, "That girl's not bad, save her for me to warm my bed later!"

Qian Mo sat in a Grand Tutor Chair by the side of the arena, not even bothering to stand up.

"Go."

He waved his hand, "Thirty seconds. If it takes longer than thirty seconds, dinner is canceled."

Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar walked out.

Facing the notoriously fierce Berserk Team, the four of them looked as relaxed as if they were on a picnic.

"You're asking for death! Brothers, tear them apart!" Mad Rhinoceros roared, activating his Martial Soul Avatar and charging like a tank.

The entire Berserk Team entered Bloodthirsty State, their Soul Skills flashing erratically.

Just then.

"Nine Treasures Manifest, Glazed Tile."

Ning Rongrong held a pagoda in her palm, the Nine-Tiered Pagoda emitting divine light.

"First: Strength! Second: Speed! Third: Soul!"

Three streams of nine-colored halos instantly enveloped her teammates.

All-attribute amplification 50%!

This terrifying number made Mad Rhinoceros's charging steps abruptly halt, feeling like he had hit an invisible wall.

"What kind of amplification is this?!"

The Berserk Team's Support Soul Master's eyes were about to pop out.

Before they could react.

"Teleport."

A pink flash.

Xiao Wu directly appeared behind the control-type Soul Master in the Berserk Team's back row.

Those long and powerful legs drew a sharp arc in the air.

"Waist Bow!"

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the Soul Master's neck was snapped before he could even scream. He flew out of the arena like a rag doll.

At the front.

Zhu Zhuqing transformed into a black Ghost.

Netherworld Hundred Claws!

Mad Rhinoceros's proud defense was as brittle as paper in front of the amplified Zhu Zhuqing.

"Screech!"

Blood splattered.

Mad Rhinoceros's chest was now riddled with over a dozen wounds that went deep to the bone. His massive body crashed to the ground.

But this was not the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying was Oscar, who had been standing at the very back with a harmless expression.

He didn't chant any spells to make sausages.

Instead, from that Metal Box, he took out a thick, six-barreled metal tube that emitted a cold blue light.

Soul Tool (Qian Mo Magic Modification Version).

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, Six Roots Pure Depleted Uranium Rounds, three thousand six hundred rotations per breath."

Oscar's mouth split into a fanatical grin as he pulled the trigger.

"Da Da Da Da Da Da--!!!"

Blue Soul Power Bullets poured out like a torrential rain.

Each bullet carried an explosive effect.

The remaining members of the Berserk Team, before they could even unleash their Soul Skills, were turned into sieves by this dense Metal Storm.

Their Protective Soul Power shattered, their screams drowned out by the gunfire.

Twenty-eight seconds.

The battle was over.

The entire Berserk Team was severely injured and comatose, and a layer of the Arena Stage had been shaved off.

The Temple Team, unharmed.

Dead silence.

In the vast Spirit Arena, tens of thousands of spectators were so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

Was this a Spirit Master duel?

This was a massacre!

"Cheating! This is cheating!"

Below the stage, Yu Xiaogang jumped up abruptly, pointing at Oscar on the stage and shouting, "That's a Contraband Weapon! That Food System Spirit Master has no combat power! He's relying on external objects!"

The Host awkwardly glanced at Qian Mo.

Qian Mo took a sip of wine and said lightly, "Soul Tools are also part of strength. Just like the scrap metal your disciple uses. It's just that mine is more advanced."

"Just a little bit more advanced."

"Next match!"

The Host wiped away cold sweat, looked at the card in his hand, and his voice trembled.

"Temple Team, nominates to challenge... Shrek Team!"

"The stakes: Five Million Gold Soul Coins! Plus... the loser kneels and kowtows!"

In a corner of the Resting Area.

Tang San stared intently at Oscar, who was full of spirit on the stage. His fingernails dug deeply into his palm, and blood dripped down.

Fear?

But more than that, it was a madness born of humiliation.

"Teacher..." Tang San turned to look at Yu Xiaogang, his voice hoarse.

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

His stiff brain began to whir (analyzing wildly).

"Xiao San, don't be afraid."

A glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes. "I see it. Although Oscar's weapon is powerful, it definitely consumes an extreme amount of soul power. After that barrage just now, he must be completely drained."

"And Ning Rongrong, although the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is strong, its burden on soul power is several times that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"Their current strength is just a facade!"

The more Yu Xiaogang spoke, the more he believed he was right. He clasped his hands behind his back, his expression resolute. "This is a typical Burst Style tactic. Once they fail to kill someone in the first wave, they become lambs to the slaughter."

"This is our chance!"

"As long as you can withstand the first wave, we will win!"

The purple light in Tang San's eyes intensified.

"That's right... Teacher is right."

He reached for the Twenty-Four Bridges Moonlight Night at his waist.

There lay a Godly Zhuge Crossbow, already loaded with its mechanism.

It was his trump card against Soul Ancestors and even Soul Kings.

It specialized in breaking through Protective Auras and was instantly fatal.

"Mubai, Fatty."

Tang San stood up, exuding a heart-stopping killing intent.

"Since they want to risk their lives, we'll oblige them."

"I'll take care of Oscar. As for Xiao Wu..."

Tang San paused. The image of Xiao Wu crushing the comb flashed in his mind, and the last trace of warmth in his eyes completely extinguished.

"Traitor, must die."

The two teams once again faced each other on the arena stage.

Qian Mo remained seated on the sidelines, switching to a new handful of sunflower seeds.

On stage, only Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar were left.

Four against three.

"Tang San."

Xiao Wu stood at the front, looking at the figure wearing a green mask, her eyes complex and cold.

"Hope you've been well."

Tang San didn't speak.

He slowly raised his right hand, aiming the Black Box at Xiao Wu's heart.

The mechanism whirred softly.

"Xiao Wu, you're forcing my hand."

Tang San's voice was as cold as the winds of hell.

"In your next life, choose a better master."

"Die!!"

Tang San yanked the trigger.

Sixteen poison-quenched crossbow bolts, whistling as they tore through the air, shot directly towards Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong!

This attack left no room for survivors.

It was a killing blow.