Forging Countless Martial Souls and Soul Skills, Developing the Double Pupil

On the way back.

Dugu Yan asked curiously, "Did His Highness the Crown Prince give you that Silver Card?"

Not to mention a Soul Grandmaster, even an ordinary Soul Elder could not come up with two thousand Gold Soul Coins.

And as far as Dugu Yan knew, Yang Yuan did not come from a wealthy background.

So that Silver Card could only have been gifted by His Highness the Crown Prince.

What made Dugu Yan want to complain, though, was this.

If that Silver Card had really been given by His Highness the Crown Prince, then he was being far too stingy.

Just two thousand Gold Soul Coins, and he wanted to recruit a top genius like Yang Yuan?

Yang Yuan shook his head.

"No. It was a gift from a friend I made at the junior Soul Master Academy."

Dugu Yan suddenly understood.

"That makes sense. If His Highness the Crown Prince wanted to recruit Yang Yuan, how could his offer possibly be so shabby?"

Yang Yuan smiled. "I'm not interested in money, but this Silver Card was a gift from a friend. I was just worrying about how to repay this favor."

"The money I earn from betting on fights here can serve as the interest I owe my friend."

Yang Yuan had always been clear about favors and grudges.

The two thousand Gold Soul Coins Xiao Chenyu had given him had not been particularly useful to him, but he had remembered the thought behind the gesture.

Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes glimmered as she listened.

Yang Yuan's loyalty made her admire him even more.

Still, she teased, "Aren't you afraid of losing your entire stake?"

"Losing my entire stake?"

"That would require me to lose first!"

"And I..."

"Will never lose!"

A dazzling brilliance burst from Yang Yuan's Double Pupils, and an aura so imposing that even Dugu Yan was moved radiated from his entire body.

He was far too confident, as though everything lay firmly within his grasp.

It was the first time Dugu Yan had seen Yang Yuan reveal such a bearing.

Before they knew it, the two soon arrived at a separate section of the spectator stands.

Teacher Wang and the other students of Heaven Grade Class One were all there.

Seeing Dugu Yan and Yang Yuan arrive, Teacher Wang smiled. "How did it go? Was registration smooth?"

"I'm on the Seventh Soul Arena. My match is the fifth one this afternoon."

"Good. Until then, watch the others fight and build up some practical combat experience."

Yang Yuan nodded.

There were thirty-six Soul Fighting Platforms inside the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena. It was enormous enough for thirty-six soul fights to be held at once.

Perfect. Amid these frequent soul fights, he could use his Double Pupils to relentlessly copy their fighting techniques, combat experience, and even their Martial Souls and soul skills.

Forge thousands upon thousands of Martial Souls and soul skills, opening up an entirely new path.

Others might not possess such an ability, but that did not mean Yang Yuan did not.

No matter how powerful an ability was, it still needed constant development.

Although Yang Yuan possessed a bug-level Martial Soul like the Double Pupil, there was no doubt that he had developed it far too little.

Time passed in a flash.

The students of Heaven Grade Class One took the stage one after another.

Although the Heaven Dou Academy students lacked practical combat experience, the quality of their Martial Souls and Soul Rings was there for all to see.

Moreover, the matches they entered were not unrestricted death matches, so their win rate was not low.

Out of a class of forty, only a quarter lost their matches.

Of course, there was another reason for such a high win rate.

Other than Yang Yuan, the lowest Soul Power Level among the Heaven Grade Class One students was Level 25.

Their opponents, however, ranged from Level 21 to Level 29 Soul Grand Masters.

Dugu Yan, the Shi Family Brothers, Yu Tianheng, and the others stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platforms in succession, all easily defeating their respective opponents.

Among the four, Yu Tianheng faced the highest-level opponent: a Level 29 Black Panther Soul Grandmaster.

This Black Panther Soul Grandmaster had already achieved four consecutive victories at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena and possessed a fair amount of strength.

Yet before Yu Tianheng, whose Soul Power Level was even one level lower than his, he did not last three moves.

After defeating his opponent, Yu Tianheng's gaze swept toward the spectator section where Heaven Grade Class One sat.

Those cold, arrogant eyes were filled with provocation.

Yang Yuan sensed the look and raised his brows.

"So this is aimed at me!"

"I don't remember offending him anywhere, though?"

Although Yang Yuan did not take Yu Tianheng's provocation seriously, he could not help feeling puzzled.

At that moment, Dugu Yan suddenly leaned over with a radiant smile.

"Yang Yuan's Younger Brother, it'll be your turn soon."

"This is your first soul fight. With so many people watching, are you nervous?"

Seeing Dugu Yan's smiling face,

Yang Yuan understood everything in an instant.

So that was it!

Yu Tianheng was unhappy with how Dugu Yan treated him?

Yang Yuan's gaze inadvertently met Yu Tianheng's provocative eyes, and he laughed.

That attitude screamed that he needed a beating!

Soon after,

the fifth soul fight of the afternoon began on the Seventh Soul Arena.

Yang Yuan slowly walked onto the arena amid the host's announcement.

As a complete newcomer, he naturally had no fanbase. Only the students of Heaven Grade Class One called out a few cheers from the stands.

Dugu Yan, meanwhile, watched the situation on the Seventh Soul Arena with her full attention.

Then, from the passageway opposite Yang Yuan, his opponent slowly emerged.

The moment he appeared, deafening cheers and shouts erupted from the surrounding stands, startling even the students of Heaven Grade Class One.

Because when that happened, it meant Yang Yuan's opponent would not be simple.

He had most likely already achieved multiple consecutive victories in the Great Soul Arena, just like Yu Tianheng's opponent.

Sure enough, the host announced in an extremely impassioned voice.

"Let us welcome, with our most enthusiastic cheers, the winner of seven consecutive one-on-one soul fights, Mo Long!"

Seven consecutive victories!

Hearing that number, the students of Heaven Grade Class One were shocked.

Achieving seven consecutive victories meant that Yang Yuan's opponent was most likely a Level 29 Soul Grandmaster, just like Yu Tianheng's opponent.

And one with considerable combat power at that.

Yang Yuan, on the other hand, might not have been weak in battle, but his Soul Power Level was only Level 24.

Though he had defeated Dugu Yan head-on,

in everyone's eyes, the reason he had been able to defeat Dugu Yan so easily was mainly because his Martial Soul countered hers.

After all, who could have imagined that Yang Yuan's Martial Soul possessed Poison Immunity?

Even a trace of worry appeared on Dugu Yan's face.

At the same time, on the Soul Fighting Platform,

Mo Long stood opposite Yang Yuan. When he saw Yang Yuan's face clearly, surprise first flashed through his eyes before he completely relaxed.

Since the other party could become his opponent, that meant his level had also reached above Level 20.

But the other party was so young. No matter how high his level was, how high could it possibly be?

Had he perhaps just reached Level 21 and run into him?

It looked like he could easily claim a free win.

With that thought, Mo Long cracked his neck. His gaze at Yang Yuan held mockery, disdain, and jealousy.

He had only barely reached Level 29 after turning thirty, while this little brat opposite him—

at most eight or nine years old—had actually become a Soul Grandmaster?

Heaven truly had no eyes!

However, when dealing with geniuses who came to the Great Soul Arena for experience,

Mo Long had always liked to strike hard, then stomp these so-called geniuses beneath his feet and trample their dignity.

Yet his wanton and brutal style was incredibly popular with the audience in a place like the Great Soul Arena, which was filled with blood and violence.

Thus, when he cracked his neck, frenzied, deafening shouts erupted from every direction.

"Mo Long, get him!"

"Beat that little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair yet into the ground!"