On the Soul Fighting Arena, Ye Lin cleanly defeated her opponent, then turned and walked off without looking back.
"Let us congratulate the Master of the Immortal Sword on winning this soul fighting match!"
"This was her seventh match, and she has claimed seven consecutive victories!"
With the battle over, the host quickly congratulated Ye Lin.
"Now, let us welcome the contestants for the next soul fighting match!"
"On one side is Battle Soul Master Wang Bing, whose weapon-type Martial Soul is the Iron Silver Spear!"
"And on the other side..."
At that moment, the audience paid little attention to the host's introduction. Most of them looked utterly uninterested.
But the moment the host spoke his next words, the entire audience exploded with excitement.
"The other contestant is the long-awaited Battle Soul Master Thousand Hand Silver Grass, wielder of the Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul!"
"Let us welcome Thousand Hand Silver Grass to the arena!"
The spectators immediately began shouting four words.
"Jet Warrior!"
"Jet Warrior!"
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly darkened. He had originally thought Tang San would earn a good reputation.
He never expected them to call him Jet Warrior!
"Grandmaster, your godson is quite famous, isn't he?"
Dai Mubai mockingly ridiculed Yu Xiaogang.
"Even when Ye Lin took the stage, the cheers weren't this loud."
Yu Xiaogang was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly used his old excuse to slip away.
"I'm going to the restroom."
With that, he quickly fled the scene.
Tang San's opponent was a young man standing over 1.8 meters tall, only a little over twenty years old.
At twenty, reaching this level of strength meant he was exceptionally gifted even among ordinary people.
With a grab of his right hand, he firmly seized a two-meter-long Iron Silver Spear. Soul Power surged from within him, and