Sword Light Flows Like Fire, But I Have Already Arrived

"Are you sure?"

Qian Renxue was somewhat doubtful of what Porcupinefish Douluo had said.

If any random Sword Martial Soul Master could rival Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, then the Seven Kill Sword would be far too worthless.

Porcupinefish Douluo briefly described the battle between Lin Yi and Zhang Li.

"If he has earned your regard, then this Lin Yi's talent cannot be too poor. Let us go take a look."

Qian Renxue also wanted to cultivate some capable subordinates of her own.

Besides making it convenient to place them within the Heaven Dou Empire, they would also be useful when she returned to Spirit Hall in the future.

Naturally, a personal faction was more reliable when cultivated by oneself.

When they arrived at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, they learned that Lin Yi was going to have a Soul Fight with Chen Feng before they could even seek him out.

Sword Douluo's successor was going to battle a Soul Master who had only just begun to make a name for himself, and the news caused a tremendous stir.

Especially since both possessed sword-type Martial Souls, many people called this battle a contest for the title of the younger generation's foremost Sword Soul Master.

Along with that, the price of tickets to watch the battle was driven up severalfold.

"It seems this Lin Yi's Martial Soul truly has something exceptional about it. Even Sword Douluo's grandson could not resist challenging him."

Qian Renxue's opinion of Lin Yi rose considerably.

Whether he could defeat Chen Feng or not, it at least proved that his talent was enough to contend with Chen Feng's.

Porcupinefish Douluo, on the other hand, was somewhat puzzled.

Had Lin Yi not fought Zhang Li before? He should have only been a Soul Elder.

And that Chen Feng, as far as he knew, was already a Soul Ancestor.

Mere ticket money naturally meant nothing to the dignified Crown Prince, so the three of them directly reserved a private room with the best viewing position.

"By the way, go investigate the whereabouts of those two children again. Finish what you started."

Qian Renxue gave Porcupinefish Douluo another instruction.

"Yes."

Porcupinefish Douluo was helpless, but he still agreed.

The Young Master was too immersed in the role. He was taking the virtuous Crown Prince persona far too seriously.

The battle between Lin Yi and Chen Feng was arranged directly in the main Soul Fighting Arena.

Despite receiving no advance publicity, more than half the spectator stands were quickly filled.

"You are really going to have a Soul Fight with that Lin Yi? Since when did someone as proud as you start picking on the weak with your strength?"

Chen Feng's friend could not understand why he had changed his mind again.

Chen Feng sat cross-legged in the waiting area, calmly meditating without paying him any attention.

He wanted to adjust himself to peak condition and battle Lin Yi at his full strength, defending the Seven Kill Sword's position as the number one sword Martial Soul.

Finally, when the main Soul Fighting Platform quieted down, the host's voice rang out.

"Why is it that host again?"

That was right. The host for this Soul Fight was still that passionate man who had lavished praise upon Lin Yi.

"He would not still..."

Hearing that voice, Chen Feng's friend had an unpleasant premonition.

He would not show blatant favoritism between Lin Yi and Chen Feng again, would he?

Chen Feng was not Zhang Li. He was from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and he was also Sword Douluo's grandson.

Just as he thought this, the host's voice carried over.

"I am sure I need not give much introduction. Everyone is filled with boundless anticipation for the battle that follows."

"On one side, Sword Douluo's grandson, a young hero."

"On the other is the Sword God in Fire—Lin Yi! With his very first appearance, he conquered every spectator, filling everyone with longing and stirring admiration in their hearts..."

Sure enough, the host had not changed his obvious bias at all.

Chen Feng received only a single sentence of introduction, while the host's praise for Lin Yi had gone from three minutes to five.

"That bastard! Is he Lin Yi's servant or something? Why is he licking his boots so hard?"

Chen Feng's friend was furious.

Though they were merely introductory words, such undisguised favoritism was simply too excessive.

"Why dwell on it? A Sword Soul Master's strength is not sustained through praise."

Chen Feng opened his eyes from meditation and spoke with expected calm.

His emotions were completely unaffected, though his eyes were filled with razor-sharp sword light.

"Now, let us welcome both Soul Masters onto the stage with our cheers!"

As the host's words fell, cheers erupted from the stands.

At the same time, Chen Feng instantly rose in the waiting area. Seven Kill Sword in hand, he vanished from the waiting area in an instant.

The host felt a faint prickling pain at his right temple, and Chen Feng, holding the Seven Kill Sword, had already taken the stage.

Few had seen the way he entered. Most only saw a red shadow drift past.

"Chen Feng! Chen Feng!"

"Seven Kill Sword!"

Another wave of cheers rose from the audience.

Watching a Soul Fight was, in fact, much like watching a ball game.

Many spectators had Soul Masters they especially supported and admired.

Whether in strength or status, Chen Feng far surpassed ordinary people and had no small number of followers.

"He truly has some skill. As expected of Sword Douluo's grandson."

Qian Renxue leaned against the window and commented.

In the waiting area on the other side, Xiao Wu said,

"This guy is so arrogant even in the way he enters. He is trying to intimidate you, Master."

"It is merely an entrance. Do I look like someone who cares about such flashy but impractical things?"

As he spoke, Lin Qi merged into the Fire Mountain River Sword and transformed into dozens of streaks of light that shot away.

Xiao Wu's mouth twitched a few times.

Didn't you say you did not care?

Inside the Soul Fighting Arena, everyone waited for Lin Yi's appearance.

The next moment, dozens of crimson streaks of light dyed half the arena red.

Sharp sword chimes and piercing sword howls that tore through the air echoed in everyone's ears.

Everyone watched the magnificent sight, their eyes reflecting nothing but blazing red.

"Th-This is... what?"

Many spectators widened their eyes in astonishment.

Chen Feng suddenly tightened his grip on the Seven Kill Sword.

From those streaks of light, he sensed sword intent that made his back prickle.

The Seven Kill Sword in his hand also trembled faintly. That sense of fear and submission surged into Chen Feng's heart again.

Chen Feng poured more Soul Power into the Seven Kill Sword, barely managing to soothe it.

The scarlet streaks descended from the sky in the blink of an eye, dozens converging into one.

The Fire Mountain River Sword, like scarlet glazed crystal, emerged and landed directly on the host's other side.

The instant the Fire Sword touched the ground, it transformed into the proud and aloof Lin Yi.

The Fire Mountain River Sword was somewhat different from before when using the First Soul Skill.

Aside from the color of the streaks of light, it possessed the magnificent beauty of flames and the aggressiveness of the Fire Attribute.

In an instant.

Cheers ten times louder than when Chen Feng had appeared erupted.

Every spectator cheered the same name.

"Lin Yi!"

Even among Chen Feng's supporters, more than half immediately switched sides after witnessing Lin Yi's miraculous entrance, becoming Lin Yi's followers.

Putting aside who was stronger, whose entrance was the coolest and most shocking?

Whether one was strong or not was temporary. Only being cool lasted forever.

Chen Feng's expression was extremely unpleasant. The tranquil state of mind he had achieved through meditation was almost instantly shattered.

His displeasure was not because of the change in cheers.

It was because he had already confirmed that the Seven Kill Sword's fear and submission were not his imagination, but undeniable reality.

The Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul he took such pride in was actually preparing to bow to another sword before they had even clashed.

"You came."

Chen Feng calmed himself once more and said coldly.

"I came."

"You should not have come, at least not now."

"But I have already come."

As the two spoke, the host took several sliding steps back to the edge of the Battle Soul Platform.

"I declare the Soul Fight has begun!"