As for the newly captured Martial Souls, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon still needed three more days.
The Black Poison Snake and the other two C-Rank Martial Souls only needed one day. It was only a matter of time.
Wang Xian's gaze fell on the Form Cultivation section, and a flicker of anticipation rose in his heart.
In another three days, both the Weapon Form and Armor Form would be complete. By then, his fighting style would gain quite a few more variations.
He had used the Life Scepter in Weapon Form many times already and had a good grasp of its power. As for the Armor Form, he had only just unlocked it and had no idea how it would perform.
"Three days." Wang Xian silently repeated it to himself before closing the System Panel.
He lay down on the bed, clasped his hands behind his head, and stared blankly at the ceiling for a while.
Wang Xian turned over, closed his eyes, and quickly entered a state of cultivation.
Near noon the next day, Wang Xian, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling arrived at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena once more.
They had barely entered the lounge and sat down when there was a knock at the door. Supervisor Li pushed it open and entered, his trademark smile on his face and his usual folder tucked under his arm.
"You three are here." He greeted them with a smile, walked over to the sofa, and sat down. Without beating around the bush, he opened the folder. "Wang Xian, your opponent has been arranged."
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling both looked over.
Supervisor Li cleared his throat and said, "Level twenty-five, Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. Martial Soul: Snake-Eating Frog."
Dugu Yan's expression changed instantly.
Wang Xian glanced at her, then turned back to Supervisor Li, his expression unchanged.
Whether the opponent was level twenty-five or level twenty-one, as long as he was still a Soul Grandmaster, it made little difference to Wang Xian.
He nodded without saying much else.
Supervisor Li went over the match time as well. It would begin in roughly two hours, after which he stood and left.
Before leaving, he patted Wang Xian on the shoulder, smiling as he said, "Prepare well," then closed the door behind him.
The moment the lounge door shut, Dugu Yan moved closer, the worry on her face even greater than yesterday.
"Wang Xian, the Snake-Eating Frog Martial Soul isn't simple." Her tone was unusually serious.
"This kind of Martial Soul specifically counters snake-type soul beasts and snake-type Martial Souls. It can devour snake venom and break down the toxins within its body without suffering any harm."
"And it can strengthen itself by eating venomous snakes. The more venomous snakes it eats, the stronger it becomes."
She paused, as though recalling something, her brows knitting slightly. "The most troublesome thing is its tongue. A Snake-Eating Frog's tongue is incredibly sharp and launches at an astonishing speed. It shoots out like an arrow and can pierce straight through its prey's body."
"Many Soul Masters don't even have time to react before they're defeated in a single strike."
After listening, Wang Xian nodded faintly and ran the information through his mind.
Countering snakes, devouring toxins, launching its tongue—those abilities were aimed at snake Martial Souls or snake-type opponents.
Against a plant-type control Martial Soul like his, they did not form a direct counter.
"I understand." Wang Xian smiled lightly.
Seeing how calm and unhurried he was, Dugu Yan opened her mouth as if she wanted to say more. In the end, however, she swallowed her words and merely sighed softly.
Ye Lingling sat quietly at the side. She looked at Dugu Yan, then at Wang Xian, her fingers unconsciously circling twice over the hem of her skirt. Her lips moved, but in the end, she said nothing either.
About ten minutes later, the lounge door was knocked on again. A staff member poked half his body inside and politely said, "Contestant Wang Xian, your match is about to begin. Please come with me."
Wang Xian rose to his feet and straightened his collar.
Dugu Yan stood as well, walked in front of him, and patted his shoulder. "Be careful. Don't let your guard down."
Ye Lingling also stood and softly said, "Stay safe."
Wang Xian smiled, waved to them, then turned and followed the staff member out of the lounge.
They passed through the long contestant tunnel, where bright light shone from the exit ahead.
The instant Wang Xian stepped out of the tunnel, a deafening wave of noise crashed over him.
"Wang Xian! Wang Xian! Wang Xian!"
The stands were packed, with more people than at any of his previous matches.
Many people had risen to their feet, holding up hastily made banners scrawled with crooked words like "Sixty-Three Consecutive Wins" and "Blue Silver Grass War God."
Cheers, whistles, and applause blended together, making the entire Soul Fighting Arena hum.
Wang Xian calmly stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform and took his position on the left. His gaze swept across the stands before settling on the contestant tunnel opposite him.
A figure emerged from the tunnel.
He was a young man in his early twenties, somewhat bloated in build, with broad shoulders and a slightly protruding belly. Yet his steps were remarkably light, forming a stark contrast with his thickset frame.
His skin was an unhealthy dark grayish-black, as though coated in a thin layer of ash.
The most eye-catching feature was his mouth. His lips were thick, and the corners drooped slightly. Even when closed, the deep line of his mouth could be seen stretching nearly to his ears.
His eyes were fiery red, with vertical pupils like those of a reptile, gleaming coldly beneath the lights.
He stepped onto the Soul Fighting Platform and took his place on the right. His fiery red eyes fixed on Wang Xian, holding neither contempt nor disdain, but rather an unusual degree of caution.
Someone who could achieve sixty-three consecutive victories at his age could not be judged by ordinary standards.
The host stood at the center of the Soul Fighting Platform, passionately introducing the basic information of both contestants as the cheers from the stands surged louder and louder.
Wang Xian barely took any of it in. His gaze remained fixed on those fiery red eyes across from him.
"Begin!"
The host's right hand slashed down.
Wang Xian spread his right hand, and a bluish-green radiance poured from his palm.
Evergreen Blue Silver Grass emerged from his palm. Its leaves were a deep bluish green, not the fresh green of ordinary grass, but the aged, weathered shade of old pine needles.
The silver-white serrations along the edges of the leaves had become denser. Each tiny tooth curved slightly inward like the fangs of a miniature beast, glinting coldly beneath the lights.
Most striking of all was its aura.
The instant the Blue Silver Grass swayed, an almost imperceptible pressure spread outward from Wang Xian.
It was not intense, but it was pure—not killing intent, nor Soul Power suppression, but a form of spiritual pressure.
Several people seated close by in the stands inexplicably shrank their necks.
This was the effect of the Blue Silver Grass after fusing with the Tiger Might trait. It had already imposed pressure on others at the spiritual level.
Against opponents with weak spiritual power, this spiritual pressure could give him an advantage before the battle even began.
Even during battle, that pressure remained ever-present, affecting his opponent's judgment.
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