Small Trash Can't Handle It?

Half a month.

From his initial unfamiliarity when fighting Pangolin to where he was now, half a month later, Chen Yumo had become extremely proficient.

Fighting other Spirit Masters was not actually as difficult as Chen Yumo had imagined.

For others, defeating an opponent in a spirit fight required immense strength and exceptional observational ability.

As for strength, Chen Yumo, with his two thousand-year Spirit Rings, was naturally far beyond the standard. Combined with the External Soul Bone he had never used, his true capabilities were not at the Soul Grandmaster level at all.

As for observational ability.

Over these past half-month of battles, Chen Yumo had experienced the usefulness of Spiritual Detection beyond traveling for the first time.

When used for traveling, Spiritual Detection could help him avoid danger or find something.

But when used in battle, Chen Yumo finally understood Huo Yuhao's joy.

Being able to see every move his opponent made and perfectly predict what they would do next felt like having wallhacks.

It had even come in handy during his first fight against Pangolin.

When he unleashed his consecutive claw strikes, Pangolin's every movement had been under his watch. The trajectories of his claws sealed off every possible route of escape, leaving him nowhere to dodge. He could only take all four claws head-on before collapsing where he stood.

When fighting other Spirit Masters, once Spiritual Detection was activated, their movements seemed as though they were playing in slow motion.

Chen Yumo could even determine what they would do next based on their current movements.

Even long-range attack soul skills were marked with clear trajectories in his mind. He did not even need to deliberately control his body; his instincts alone could evade the attacks.

How was his opponent supposed to play against that?

Just like this match.

"Why can't I hit you?" The Fire Luan Spirit Master across from him, who had already claimed ten consecutive victories, had gone from bold boasts at the start, to silent brooding midway through, to incoherent rambling now.

He hurled fireballs like scattering beans, yet every one of them perfectly avoided Chen Yumo, as if he were some master of outlining human shapes.

When he had won those ten matches before, even if he could not maintain a high hit rate against his opponents, he should not have missed every single shot!

The Fire Luan Spirit Master was beginning to question his life.

"Could it be that I'm just off today?"

Was the internet lagging? Was the keyboard uncomfortable? Was the mouse not smooth enough? Was the screen resolution wrong? Was the milk not tasty enough? Had his pre-match bath not been comfortable enough?

Damn it, this was bad!

He would go home and take another bath!

With a faint blush on his face, the Fire Luan Spirit Master was elbowed straight off the arena by Chen Yumo.

"Congratulations to contestant Mountain Lord for claiming fifteen consecutive victories!" The instant Chen Yumo won, the host, whose emotions had long been primed, immediately let out a fervent shout. At the same time, brilliant fireworks blossomed over the Spirit Fighting Arena.

"Since registering, contestant Mountain Lord has yet to suffer a single defeat! Even contestant Fire Luan, who had also achieved ten consecutive victories, failed to stop his winning streak!"

"You must know that contestant Mountain Lord possesses only rank twenty-one Soul Power and has merely entered the Soul Grandmaster realm, while contestant Fire Luan has already reached rank thirty. He simply has yet to obtain a Spirit Ring. Despite a full nine-rank difference in Soul Power, contestant Mountain Lord still won with effortless ease!"

"This is simply unbelievable—powerful beyond reason! This is..."

"Absolutely awesome!!!"

Chen Yumo's toes curled as he walked through the contestants' passage. His habit of feeling embarrassed on behalf of others was acting up again.

For some reason, listening to the host lavishly praise him overhead gave him a slight thrill, but why did he also feel inexplicably ashamed?

Not long after Chen Yumo returned to the lounge and sat down, a staff member from the Great Soul Arena respectfully presented him with a Purple Gold Card containing 2.72 million Gold Soul Coins.

"Back then, Chen Daozai could turn twenty into thirty-seven million. Me, Chen Yumo, turning five hundred thousand into 2.7 million? No problem." As he played with the card in his hand, Chen Yumo suddenly recalled the face and voice of an old acquaintance.

Can you beat me with seventeen cards?

Ahem, forget it. That old acquaintance always got slapped in the face especially quickly whenever he showed off. Thinking about him now came with the risk of a plane crash.

These 2.7 million were tied to his growth before obtaining his third Spirit Ring. He could not let it all vanish overnight.

"With these 2.72 million in funds, the resources for my third transformation should be completely covered even if I can't enter the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. I'll reserve 2.5 million to buy resources, and use the remaining 220,000 to make more money."

The day after his match against Pangolin, Chen Yumo had begun betting on himself whenever he fought.

And he had a great deal of money, so every time he bet, he went all in on his own victory.

At first, the Great Soul Arena had been happy to see it happen. There had been no shortage of people like Chen Yumo in the past, and without exception, they had all eventually become gamblers with nothing left.

But they soon realized something was wrong.

In the first match, Chen Yumo won.

It was fine. The odds were not high anyway, so even though he had bet five hundred thousand, they had not lost much.

In the second match, he still won. But it was fine—he was doomed. They would set him up.

The third match, the fourth match... the tenth match...

As Chen Yumo's winning streak grew longer, the opponents the Great Soul Arena had to match him against became increasingly powerful, and his odds grew higher and higher. By the end of tonight's fifteenth straight victory, Chen Yumo's fortune had soared from five hundred thousand to 2.72 million.

This number was already too significant for them to ignore.

If he kept winning, they would have to pay Chen Yumo at least a million Gold Soul Coins in the next match!

Backstage at the Great Soul Arena, the person in charge of the Heaven Dou Spirit Fighting Arena had a face as dark as thunder, and the cup in his hand had long since become shards on the floor.

Damn it, you're only a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, yet you dare make so much money off our Great Soul Arena?

"Damn it, you actually dare block my way?"

Chen Yumo looked at the group of five before him, his eyes widening slightly as he stared in particular at the seven-ring Spirit Saint leading them.

I was already planning to stop after tonight. Are you really going to tear up all pretenses over this little bit of Gold Soul Coin?

All five wore black robes and masks, but there was no need to guess. They had definitely been sent by the Great Soul Arena.

You open a Great Soul Arena and only allow yourselves to profit from others, but when others profit from you, you flip the table?

Small trash, can't handle it?

"Hmph, brat, if you want someone to blame, blame yourself for making money you shouldn't have made!" The seven-ring Spirit Saint at the front snorted coldly and led the four Spirit Kings behind him forward to kill Chen Yumo.

Then...

A blazing sun rose from the horizon.

That night, everyone in Heaven Dou City saw the seven-ring Spirit Saint's great-grandmother.