Zijun vs. Tang San

Damn it! He actually dared to look down on me! I'll make him pay!

Dai Mubai glared at Zijun through gritted teeth.

"It's not that I'm looking down on you. I'm afraid that if I use my soul skills, you won't be able to take it, kid."

Seeing Dai Mubai's glare, Zijun merely smiled as if he had not noticed.

"Match~~ start~!"

Crack!

Dai Mubai spread his feet apart, lowered his body, bent his legs slightly, and kicked off hard!

A tiny crack instantly appeared in the arena beneath his feet!

"Martial Soul Possession! First Soul Skill! White Tiger Protection Barrier!"

He lunged forward, his fist wrapped in a white tiger's paw swinging straight at Zijun's head!

Boom!

Just as Dai Mubai's fist was about to smash into Zijun's face—

Bang! Bang bang bang!

Zijun suddenly turned, dodging the heavy punch before delivering a side kick to Dai Mubai's abdomen!

The tremendous force instantly sent Dai Mubai flying off the arena!

Silence! Deathly silence!

Everyone present, aside from Qian Renxue and Gu Yuena, sucked in a sharp breath!

"Th-this! How is this possible?! Could this kid be a body-refining Spirit Master too?!"

Flender's face went pale with shock as he opened his mouth wide and slammed both hands against the railing!

Shaking his head with a bitter smile, Yu Xiaogang offered a somewhat disappointed assessment.

"It wasn't just that. Mubai was also careless. If he had used his second soul skill to probe his opponent from the start, perhaps he would not have lost so disgracefully. Sigh..."

Slowly lowering his long leg, Zijun stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the equally stunned host in midair.

"You should announce the result."

Swallowing hard, the host standing on the elevated platform excitedly announced in a loud voice.

"Let us congratulate contestant Asura! It seems our Great Soul Arena has welcomed another genius! Give him a round of applause!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

As the host's voice rang out, the packed audience erupted into applause!

Among them, those who had luckily bet on Zijun's victory clapped the hardest!

They seemed determined to clap their hands raw.

"I won! I won! Wow! Hahahaha! I'm rich! Hahaha!"

In the lounge, Zijun and the two girls lounged leisurely on the sofa, painting a picture of their wonderful future.

He tossed in a few dirty jokes, making the two girls blush and giggle endlessly.

Knock knock knock knock!

"Come in." He picked up a grape from the fruit platter, tossed it into his mouth, and chewed.

The person who pushed open the private room's door was the organizer in charge of Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.

Rubbing the thumb of his right hand, which wore a gold ring, the plump middle-aged man in a suit strode in with a beaming smile.

"Young master, your skills are extraordinary. I truly admire you! Might I have a word with you?"

The plump man in the suit could not help but let his gaze drift toward Qian Renxue and Gu Yuena.

Only after his originally narrowed eyes widened with a lustful gleam did he reluctantly turn to Zijun, who sat in the middle.

Zijun took out the Pope Order from the System Space and threw it into the organizer's face.

"You should recognize this. If there's a next time, you can forget about keeping either your eyes or this Spirit Fighting Arena."

Zijun picked up a fruit resembling an orange from the platter, peeled it, and shared it with the two girls.

Thud!

The man dropped to his knees, holding the silver Pope Order with gold trim in both trembling hands above his head.

All his earlier noble bearing had vanished, leaving only a terrified expression as he stammered.

"I-I understand. Please, Your Excellency, do... do not blame me!"

"Put down the token and get out. Remember to send over the six million Gold Soul Coins, principal and interest included."

Zijun turned and cast an amused glance at the maid standing behind the plump middle-aged man, holding a golden tray.

"Don't think that having two Title Douluo posted outside the door means you can withhold my winnings. If you want to rob me, you picked the wrong person."

The man kowtowed on the ground, then rolled out of the private room with a smile while behaving himself.

His entire fat body rolled as smoothly as a ball.

"Xiao Jun, why didn't you teach him a lesson? That look in his eyes just now was disgusting."

Gu Yuena glanced at the closed private room door, her willow brows raised as she asked in confusion.

With a wave of his hand, Zijun stored the token back in the System Space and smiled reassuringly.

"We aren't people who slaughter the innocent indiscriminately. As long as he follows the rules and knows his limits, what harm is there in sparing his life? But if there's a next time, then he'll be knowingly committing an offense."

In the lounge, Flender and the others watched Dai Mubai lying on the sofa with worried expressions.

Yu Xiaogang pressed his index and middle fingers together, gently placed them on Dai Mubai's wrist, and checked his pulse. His brows furrowed before relaxing again.

This person's control over his body is simply unimaginable!

If that kick had landed on his heart, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"Teacher, how are Boss Dai's injuries?" Seeing Yu Xiaogang's brows relax, Tang San asked calmly.

Yu Xiaogang stood and looked at the group before shaking his head.

"It's nothing serious. If you encounter Asura in future matches, you must be extremely cautious. This person is formidable. There is no shame in surrendering if you cannot defeat him."

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's advice, the Shrek students smiled and let out long breaths of relief.

"Hurry, hurry! I heard the Spirit Fighting Arena has a newly risen genius who has maintained an undefeated winning streak since his debut. If we're late, we won't get seats!"

At the entrance of the Spirit Fighting Arena, passersby who had heard the news eagerly streamed inside.

"Welcome, everyone, to Suotuo City's Spirit Fighting Arena! Today's contestant is our familiar dark horse, Asura~! He will face Thousand Hand Asura, who has maintained twenty consecutive victories!"

As the host finished his introduction, Tang San and Zijun stepped onto the arena one after another.

So we finally met! Let me see your true strength!

Tang San stared solemnly at Zijun standing opposite him.

Zijun, on the other hand, remained as calm and composed as ever.

"Will Third Brother really be okay?" Ma Hongjun lay against the railing with a bruised and swollen face, muttering worriedly to himself.

And that battered appearance was Zijun's doing.

On the fifth day of the competition, he had been lucky enough to draw Zijun.

But against Zijun, who possessed the Law of Space, all his targeted attacks had seemed incomparably stiff and clumsy.

And with methods beyond this world, Zijun had easily eliminated him.

Still, compared with Dai Mubai, he had suffered only superficial injuries at most.

After eating one of Oscar's Recovery Big Sausages, he was immediately lively again.

The corners of Yu Xiaogang's mouth lifted as he smiled mysteriously.

On the arena, the moment the match began, Tang San immediately used his first soul skill!

"First Soul Skill! Entangle!"

Purple Blue Silver Grass vines rapidly lashed toward Zijun across the arena!

Clap clap clap!

Dozens of tough vines tightly wrapped Zijun from head to toe!

The strike landed!

Tang San did not hesitate. He skillfully pulled a hidden weapon from his Soul Tool—the Godly Zhuge Crossbow!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Dozens of crossbow bolts coated in poison shot toward Zijun at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow!

Seeing the bolts pierce into the vines, Tang San smiled smugly.

Time passed bit by bit, yet Zijun, bound by the Blue Silver Grass, did not move at all.

Boom! A terrifying wave of Soul Power swept across the entire arena!

"What?! This is impossible! Who exactly is he?!"

Yu Xiaogang and the others in the stands shouted in shock!