Duel Arena Riot, Forceful Suppression

Dark Night Arena · Audience Seat.

The earth-shaking cheers sparked by the bloody slaughter had barely subsided after the Peerless Beauty Ranking released its information.

Everyone stared up at the open night sky, growing even more frenzied and restless.

"Level +1? And every Soul Ring gains five hundred years?!"

"And you can gain cat-like agility and night vision?"

Many people's breathing quickened. The reward might seem insignificant.

But to those whose levels had been stuck for a long time, it was practically a gift from the gods!

Perhaps once they overcame this hurdle, they could reach an even higher level.

"Dark Night Arena... that Catwoman is here?!"

In one corner of the Audience Seat, a burly Big Man suddenly rose to his feet.

Eight Soul Rings gradually appeared around him: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

A massive Ironclad Rhinoceros materialized behind him, its fierce gaze sweeping across the entire venue.

"HAHAHAHA! I've been stuck at Level 89 for twenty or thirty years!"

"As long as I get that Catwoman, I'll become a Titled Douluo!"

"By then, even the Heaven Dou Empire will have to show me some respect!"

Two Soul Sages beside him rose one after another.

They released their Martial Souls and Soul Rings in succession, clearly revealing that they were together.

Powerful Soul Power fluctuations surged through the Duel Arena, turning many weaker spectators pale.

However, the Old Spectators of the arena.

As well as the fighters who had spent years slaughtering their way through this place, looked at them as if they were idiots.

Some raised their wine cups and laughed heartily, some folded their arms and shook their heads, while others clapped and cheered, eager to see trouble unfold.

"Oh? A few new faces from out of town."

"Do they think the Dark Night Arena was built with nothing but smooth talk?"

"Are they in such a hurry to reincarnate?"

"What do you know? Arena matches are just fake fighting. This is what real slaughter looks like!"

"Anyone taking bets? Which steward do you think will make a move today?"

Naturally, the Soul Fighting Douluo Big Man heard their mocking remarks.

But he could not be bothered with them now.

"A bunch of trash, and you dare talk about me?"

"Once I seize that Catwoman, I'll deal with you lot!"

With that, the three charged aggressively toward the depths of the Duel Arena.

They even knocked over many spectators who were watching the commotion, yet no one complained. Instead, they all started egging them on.

"Go! Smash through the Duel Arena!"

"You'll be the next Titled Douluo to make a name for yourself throughout the Heaven Dou Empire!"

Just as they prepared to cross the arena platform and head for the stairs to the second floor.

"Tap, tap, tap."

A crisp, rhythmic set of footsteps came from the shadows on the second floor.

The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to step upon everyone's heartbeat.

The jeering crowd gradually fell silent.

The scorching temperature inside the Duel Arena began to plummet.

Some Soul Masters with weak Soul Power felt cold all over.

Snowflakes even began drifting down from the sky.

The three troublemakers also stopped warily and looked toward the source of the sound.

A woman dressed in a white, form-fitting Butler Uniform slowly emerged from the darkness.

She had long, flowing snow-white hair, and the uniform outlined her slender, curvaceous figure.

Her black eyes were utterly calm, while a stern and heroic air rested between her brows.

She simply walked forward without the slightest emotional fluctuation, her voice cold and clear.

"Those who cause trouble in the Duel Arena shall be executed."

"Who are you? Are you in charge here?"

The Big Man looked at her young, delicate face, and a contemptuous expression appeared on his rough features.

"You little beauty, you're quite pretty. Why not come back with me too...?"

The female steward said nothing and merely gave him a faint glance.

"Buzz!"

Before his words had even faded, the air abruptly froze.

A slender silver-white sword appeared in the woman's hand, white frost curling around its blade.

Soul Rings emerged one after another: yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black...

Just when the three believed that was the limit, another three dazzling blood-red Soul Rings appeared.

Red! Red! Red!

Three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!

The entire Duel Arena fell so silent that a needle could have been heard hitting the ground.

The Big Man's words caught in his throat.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets.

A... a Titled Douluo?

Three... three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings?!

How had he never heard of someone like her?

And she was in this insignificant little Duel Arena?

"Run!"

The Big Man let out a heart-wrenching roar and turned to flee.

But in the next instant, he felt as though his body had been frozen solid. He could not move at all.

"Clang—!"

A faint sword cry rang out. A cold flash streaked past, followed by three wet slicing sounds.

The Soul Fighting Douluo Big Man's head shot into the air, terror still frozen on his face.

It was only two seconds later that blood erupted from his severed neck.

"Thud, thud..."

The corpses hit the ground.

The entire process was clean and decisive, taking less than a breath.

The female steward flicked her Wrist, and the slender sword vanished.

An invisible chill spread outward from her body.

Her black eyes swept coldly across the entire venue.

Wherever her gaze passed, whether nobles or commoners.

Even the Soul Masters all lowered their heads and avoided her eyes.

None of them dared meet her gaze. Even their breathing unconsciously grew much quieter.

Seeing that no one dared make another move, the woman turned and walked back into the darkness.

Only after her figure completely vanished did the frozen air within the Duel Arena begin to flow once more.

"Phew..."

"This is the highest realm of watching a match: feeling like you're right there!"

"So... so powerful... Steward Xue's oppressive presence."

"Every time she appears, I don't even dare breathe."

An Old Spectator patted his chest in lingering fear.

His back had already been soaked in cold sweat.

"Huh? Why is Monka kneeling on the stage? Where did that domineering air from his victory just now go?"

"Forget about him. Hurry up and stand up. The floor is cold."

A few Soul Masters from out of town who were also visiting for the first time wiped away their cold sweat and asked the people beside them.

"B-Brother, who was that lord?"

"I've heard of quite a few Titled Douluos."

"How have I never heard of someone that powerful?"

The Old Spectator shot him a contemptuous glance, explaining with a trace of superiority and reverence.

"How ignorant."

"She is one of the three great stewards of the Dark Night Arena."

"She is Lady Xue Linglong, known as Snow Nether!"

"There are two others just as powerful as her!"

"You want to cause trouble? How many lives do you have to spare?"

As soon as those words were spoken, the Soul Masters who had been harboring greedy thoughts shuddered and completely abandoned the idea.

A Titled Douluo with three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings was merely a steward.

Just how terrifying must the Master of the Duel Arena be?

For a time, no one dared entertain any improper thoughts.

But outside the Duel Arena, countless greedy eyes had already fixed upon the place.

"Go investigate it. Find that Duel Arena!"

"If they won't hand her over, take her by force! Whoever gets such a treasure owns it!"

In streets and alleys, taverns and teahouses, Soul Masters whose eyes had turned red with desire could be seen everywhere.

Some mercenary groups had even begun gathering, shouting about attacking the Duel Arena and capturing the Catwoman.

Shrek Academy.

Oscar beat his chest and stomped his feet, looking utterly grief-stricken.

"Why isn't that Catwoman's Master me?!"

"I want to raise a Cat-eared girl who's both pretty and obedient too!"

Oscar's eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"If she were mine, I'd feed her my Super Recovery Great Sausage every day!"

Ma Hongjun, who was picking his nose beside him, glanced sideways at him with disdain when he heard that.

"You sausage peddler, you'd better be talking about actual food."

"Stop dreaming. A beauty of that level is something you can only fantasize about in your dreams."

Dai Mubai said nothing, his face merely darkening.

He thought of Zhu Zhuqing again, his fiancée who also possessed a cat Martial Soul.

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang was not looking at the Heavenly Ranking.

Instead, he was staring at Xiao Wu standing behind Tang San.

More precisely, he was staring at the pair of pink rabbit-ear ornaments on Xiao Wu's head.

He seemed never to have seen Xiao Wu take off those rabbit-ear ornaments.

Were they really ornaments? Or were they like that Catwoman's ears?

Seemingly sensing Yu Xiaogang's gaze, Tang San subconsciously turned to look at Xiao Wu as well.

He watched the pair of rabbit ears sway gently.

An indescribable feeling rose in his heart.

"Xiao Wu..." Tang San called softly.

Xiao Wu was gnawing on a carrot.

Hearing him, she blinked her large, watery eyes and tilted her head with an adorably blank expression.

"What is it, Brother?"

Seeing her innocent appearance, Tang San shook his head, indicating that it was nothing.