My Sign-in Life in Douluo 5

After showering, Jiang Siming returned to Notting City. On the way back to Notting Academy, he kept thinking about how he should explain things. If his first soul ring were exposed as a thousand-year ring, it would certainly cause an unnecessary sensation. Jiang Siming chose to follow the path of low-profile growth. He did not want to reveal his ability to absorb soul rings beyond his level before reaching level 40. At his current level, a 2,500-year soul beast was equivalent to a Soul Grand Master around level 37. Jiang Siming was currently level 17, capable of going head-to-head with a 2,000-year Ghost Leopard. Thus, he was not lacking in strength or speed. Furthermore, the Four Immortal-Slaughtering Swords possessed immense power. Level 40 should be a massive watershed, as he might unlock his entire first martial soul. By then, the power of the four Zhuxian Swords would be unimaginable.

So, he set a goal for himself: before reaching level 40, he would not use any soul skills in front of outsiders. It wasn't that Jiang Siming didn't trust Grandmaster and Tang San, but this matter far exceeded the normal absorption limits of a Soul Master. It was like someone spending a hundred-dollar bill as if it were ten thousand dollars; that person would inevitably become a target for everyone.

Chapter 5: Soto Grand Arena, First Battle

Inside Suotuo City.

A man draped in a black robe, wearing a mask, and standing about 1.5 meters tall, walked toward the Soto Grand Arena.

"Please help me with the registration process," Jiang Siming said, feigning a hoarse voice.

The receptionist was stunned for a moment. No matter how much Jiang Siming tried to cover it up, he couldn't hide the youthfulness in his voice.

Of course, she was just a receptionist. Having worked at the Soto Grand Arena for a long time, she knew what should be said and what shouldn't.

"Sir, your paperwork is complete. Please fill in your name or title. Do you need to arrange a soul fight?"

Jiang Siming pondered, What name sounds imposing? Got it.

"Done. Arrange a soul fight for me as soon as possible," the hoarse voice sounded again.

The receptionist took the form, and the corner of her mouth twitched. This name is really... She smiled helplessly.

"Very well, Lord Soul Master. Tonight, B-Zone, match 13, starting at 9:20. I hope you arrive on time. This is the information on your opponent. Good luck," the receptionist said respectfully.

Jiang Siming grunted and walked away. He glanced at his opponent and suddenly smiled. The opponent was none other than the future leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, Dai Mubai.

Night fell.

The Soto Grand Arena was filled with cheers.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! It is time for the soul fight you've all been waiting for," the host shouted passionately.

"In this match, the two contestants are newcomers. His name is quite arrogant! 'None of You Can Fight'. Will his name live up to his strength? Let us wait and see. The other contestant is a level 21 Soul Grand Master, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, who holds a solid record of seven wins and two losses. Who will defeat whom tonight?"

"Will both contestants please take their positions."

"Has it started? Dai Mubai, I hope you're a worthy opponent."

"Soul fight, begin!"

Neither side dragged things out. Dai Mubai immediately released his martial soul, his eyes flashing with eerie red and blue light as he charged rapidly toward Jiang Siming.

"White Tiger Barrier!" Dai Mubai roared, slapping his palm toward Jiang Siming.

"Come on! Let me see the strength of the Evil-Eyed White Tiger!" Jiang Siming suddenly clenched his fist and struck the center of the palm. Dai Mubai rebounded and landed steadily.

"Wow! It seems our contestant 'None of You Can Fight' is very strong. Both sides traded a blow and neither gained an advantage. This is truly a match worth looking forward to!" the host commented excitedly.

This guy is really strong. He didn't even release his martial soul, yet his physical strength has reached this level, Dai Mubai thought to himself.

I can go head-to-head with a Soul Grand Master without using my martial soul? It seems the effect of the Body Strengthening Pill is more terrifying than I imagined. I still can't perfectly control this power; it feels a bit unstable. Did I improve too quickly? Jiang Siming wondered.

At this moment, Dai Mubai charged again, another strike aimed directly at Jiang Siming's face, a gust of wind from his fist rushing toward him. Jiang Siming slid his feet backward, dodging the blow. He immediately kicked off with one foot, suddenly bursting forward toward Dai Mubai, and landed a punch in his abdomen.

"White Tiger Light Wave!" Dai Mubai shouted again.

Jiang Siming dodged the white light. The light hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The two stood opposite each other once more.

"Brother, your strength is not bad. Interested in grabbing a drink?" Jiang Siming said.

"Sure, but only if you show me your real skills. I know you're capable of more than this. Come on!" Dai Mubai shouted.

Dai Mubai was also a genius, and geniuses often resonate with one another. Jiang Siming stopped feigning his hoarse voice and spoke to Dai Mubai in his normal tone, so Dai Mubai realized the other person might even be younger than him, which only fueled his competitive spirit.

"Then let's go!" Jiang Siming shouted back.

The two traded punch for punch. Both of their faces were bruised, and the audience in the stands cheered wildly.

In the end, Dai Mubai collapsed.

Jiang Siming walked over and reached out his hand.

"Buddy, let's be friends!" Jiang Siming said.

Dai Mubai slowly opened his swollen eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he clumsily reached out his hand.

Jiang Siming pulled him up. "Host, make the announcement! I still have to go get a drink."

"Wow, what a spectacular match! Contestant 'None of You Can Fight' never released a soul skill or his martial soul throughout the entire fight, yet he went toe-to-toe with the Evil-Eyed White Tiger and ultimately won! Let us congratulate 'None of You Can Fight'!" the host incited the crowd.

Amidst the cheers, Jiang Siming helped Dai Mubai walk out of the Soto Grand Arena.

In a bar, two handsome young men with bruised faces were drinking heavily.

"Buddy, you're too strong, aren't you? You beat me up this badly without even using your martial soul," Dai Mubai said, slightly drunk and full of admiration.

Having arrived in this world, this was his first time drinking. Jiang Siming was already tipsy, feeling like he could collapse at any moment. He stammered in reply, "Awesome, right? Want to be as awesome as your brother here?"

"Damn, buddy, you can't be older than me, right?" Dai Mubai said.

"Don't worry about that, just tell me, do you want to or not?" Jiang Siming was already slumped over the table, clearly on the verge of passing out.

"Fine, then tell me." Dai Mubai, his face flushed red, helped Jiang Siming up.

"Just you wait." Jiang Siming took a pill from his robe. That's right, it was the Body Strengthening Pill.