Soul Fighting Arena Treasury

"It was time to end this." Qin Ming's voice drifted over.

Roger barely had time to think before spinning around and attacking behind him.

With a whoosh, his strike missed. It was another afterimage.

Under Qin Ming's relentless attacks, wounds of every size had been torn across Roger's body, turning him into a man covered in blood.

Battered by Qin Ming's unceasing attacks, like a dull blade carving flesh, Roger no longer had the strength to think. He could only react on instinct.

Qin Ming seized on Roger's state. His figure suddenly solidified as Lueying, fueled by the full force of his Soul Power and Mental Power, pushed his speed to its limit.

He poured a massive amount of Soul Power into his Wolf Claws. With the sound of tearing air, the sharp claws viciously slashed toward Roger's side.

By the time Roger realized what was happening, it was already too late. He could no longer mount any defense.

With a wet rip, the Scale Armor that Qin Ming had already battered to the verge of breaking was instantly torn open. Qin Ming's Wolf Claws sank deep inside.

Roger let out a muffled groan, swayed, then crashed to the ground. The Martial Soul Possession on his body dissipated as well.

The referee's voice rang out at just the right moment. "Lone Wolf wins this Soul Fighting match!"

Qin Ming withdrew his Martial Soul and let out a long breath. The red ripples of Soul Power around his body gradually faded, and he trembled all over.

Though he had not suffered any serious injuries in this Soul Fighting match, his Soul Power and Mental Power had nearly been drained dry.

Lueying in particular consumed an enormous amount of Mental Power.

"Lone Wolf!"

"Lone Wolf!"

"Lone Wolf!"

The entire Soul Fighting Arena erupted in unprecedented cheers. Those who had bet on Qin Ming's victory even dropped to their knees on the spot, tears streaming down their faces. Their god of wealth had arrived!

Those who had not bet on Qin Ming were also in tears. The same tears, but entirely different feelings.

Roger, lying on the ground, half-opened his eyes. Blood flowed down from his forehead, dyeing his vision red, yet he could still clearly see Qin Ming standing in the center of the No. 1 Soul Fighting Platform.

Surrounded by cheers, he was clearly only a child barely four feet tall, yet at that moment, he seemed to be the center of the world, receiving everyone's praise. Meanwhile, Roger lay on the ground as nothing more than a defeated opponent, able only to use his blood to lay down a red carpet for Qin Ming.

This was the second time Roger had lain on the No. 1 Soul Fighting Platform. The first time was when he had failed to challenge Abu across ranks. This time, someone had successfully challenged him across ranks.

The scene before him was branded deeply into Roger's mind. He probably would never forget it for the rest of his life.

After the match ended, Qin Ming returned to the Resting Room and collapsed onto the sofa.

"Qin Ming, you weren't hurt too badly, were you?"

The moment Qin Ming returned to the Resting Room, Nuo Si and Sha Sha hurried over.

Qin Ming waved a hand and smiled. "I'm fine. I just overused my Soul Power and Mental Power. My body isn't seriously injured. A little rest will do."

"By the way, Sister Sha Sha, how much did we make this time?" Qin Ming tossed the question to Sha Sha, since she had handled the betting from start to finish.

"Mhm, mhm. The three of us bet a total of three hundred thousand. At odds of one to nine, that makes two million seven hundred thousand."

"Subtracting the principal leaves two million four hundred thousand. The Soul Fighting Arena takes a ten percent service fee from the profit, so subtract another two hundred and forty thousand."

"Each of us can make a net profit of seven hundred and twenty thousand." Sha Sha counted on her fingers as she worked it out for them.

"Oh, right. I plan to give half my share of the profit to little brother Qin Ming. After all, you're the biggest contributor." Sha Sha giggled.

"Me too. I'll give you half of mine." Nuo Si immediately voiced his agreement.

After all, this money had been an unexpected windfall. Everything depended on Qin Ming. Without him, there would have been no such money.

Qin Ming did not put on any false modesty and gladly accepted. His total assets now amounted to roughly two million Gold Soul Coins.

On Douluo Continent, assets of that level undoubtedly placed him in the upper tier of the pyramid. They were already more than enough to cover Qin Ming's daily expenses.

But if he wanted to acquire things of tremendous use to Spirit Masters, such as Spirit Bones, that amount would only buy two Spirit Bones barely over a thousand years old.

"Brother Nuo Si, Sister Sha Sha, I still have something to do. You two go back first."

"Alright, but don't forget tonight's celebration banquet."

The two did not ask further questions. After reminding him of a few things, they left.

After resting there for a while longer, Qin Ming headed to the office on the top floor of the Soul Fighting Arena.

The owner of the office seemed to have expected Qin Ming to come. The door had not been locked at all.

When the door was pushed open, the Well-dressed Man was standing before his desk, reading the financial report his subordinate had delivered. His entire body trembled uncontrollably. It was clear that they had made quite a bit of money this time.

"Welcome, Mr. Lone Wolf." The Well-dressed Man was not at all surprised by Qin Ming's arrival. He pulled out a chair and gestured for Qin Ming to sit.

This Soul Fighting match of Qin Ming's had made the Soul Fighting Arena a fortune. One day's earnings matched their revenue from an entire month in the past.

Moreover, this kind of profit would be ongoing. Through this match, Qin Ming had thoroughly made a name for himself in Suotuo City. The name Lone Wolf would no longer be limited to the Soto Great Soul Arena; it would resound throughout all of Suotuo City.

By then, it would draw even more people in. At the thought of it, the Well-dressed Man could not help drooling. How many Gold Soul Coins would that be?

"Supervisor, I don't want to waste time. It's time to honor your previous promise, isn't it?" Qin Ming stated the purpose of his visit directly. Naturally, he meant the Soul Fighting Arena Treasury.

"Since Mr. Lone Wolf is in such a hurry, let's go now." The Well-dressed Man gave an awkward laugh, but he did not try to evade the matter. Qin Ming was his god of wealth now, after all.

He walked to the bookshelf and quickly pressed several books. A series of mechanical bearings and gears began to turn.

The massive bookshelf against the wall split apart from the middle, revealing a pitch-black hidden passage behind it.

"Mr. Lone Wolf, our Soul Fighting Arena Treasury is located in the basement at the very bottom. It can only be entered through the hidden passage in my office. This way."

It was a tunnel that stretched endlessly downward, with Night-Shining Stones embedded in the walls on both sides serving as the only source of light.

"You go first," Qin Ming said to the Well-dressed Man.

The man nodded and entered the hidden passage directly.

Qin Ming followed close behind. He was not worried that the man had any ulterior motives. The Well-dressed Man was still counting on him to make money for the Soul Fighting Arena in the future, not to mention Qin Ming's ties to Spirit Hall.

And even if the Well-dressed Man suddenly turned hostile, Qin Ming was confident he could use Thousand Spin Steps to escape quickly.

After walking for roughly ten minutes, the stairs beneath them turned into level ground. A three-meter-tall alloy door appeared before them.

"This door was specially made by headquarters. It can only be opened with the key held by the person in charge of each branch."

"Every opening is also recorded in the key. My authority only allows me to take one item from inside."

"So, Mr. Lone Wolf, you can only take one item. Please choose carefully." The Well-dressed Man took out an object resembling a miniature scepter from inside his clothes and inserted it into the slot on the door.

After a burst of mechanical sounds, the treasury door slowly opened.