The stands around Fighting Soul Arena No. 7 at the Xilu Great Soul Arena quickly filled to capacity.
A thirteen-win streak was already eye-catching, and Xiao Chen also had two White Spirit Rings.
So as soon as word spread, spectators from the other arenas immediately flocked to Arena No. 7.
In the private lounge, the person in charge of the Xilu Soul Fighting Arena came specifically to visit Xiao Chen, but Chrysanthemum Douluo stopped him at the door.
After seeing that "Mystic Spear" had special privileges, they knew his identity must be extraordinary.
They could also see that all twelve of "Mystic Spear's" consecutive wins had been earned at the Spirit City Great Soul Arena. Anyone clever could guess he was probably connected to Spirit Hall.
That was why the manager had come to pay his respects.
Though Chrysanthemum Douluo had turned him away, the arena manager wasn't angry in the least.
The manager couldn't sense any Soul Power fluctuations from Chrysanthemum Douluo, but as a seventy-third-level Spirit Saint, he could be certain that this person's Soul Power Level was higher than his own.
After giving Chrysanthemum Douluo a VIP card of the highest tier at the Xilu Great Soul Arena, he left.
The identity of "Mystic Spear" was only a cover for Xiao Chen, and Bibi Dong wasn't worried at all that people would guess he was connected to Spirit Hall.
After all, "Mystic Spear" only appeared for Soul Fighting matches. In his daily life, whenever Xiao Chen had to make a move, he relied primarily on his Bow Martial Soul.
Even if he used his Arrow Martial Soul, he wouldn't reveal it in the form of a Long Spear.
So when Xiao Chen competed as "Mystic Spear," he didn't need to hide his two White Spirit Rings at all.
The two matches on Fighting Soul Arena No. 7 ended in a flash. Before the fighters had even stepped off the platform, the spectators around them were already roaring with excitement.
"Mystic Spear! Mystic Spear!"
Deafening cheers swept across the arena. The spectators who had just arrived at Arena No. 7 were all eager to see what "Mystic Spear" looked like.
Xiao Chen stepped onto the platform amid the cheers. His opponent this time was a twenty-eighth-level Attack System Soul Grandmaster with the alias "Mad Halberd" and the Martial Soul "Wind-Splitting War Halberd."
He also held a Bronze Fighting Soul Badge and had already won four consecutive matches in the Bronze Soul Fighting division.
He hadn't seen Xiao Chen's first match. He'd only heard that a powerful fighter with thirteen consecutive wins had appeared among the Soul Grandmasters—and that his Spirit Rings were White—so he'd signed up for a match.
"Mad Halberd" simply didn't believe a twenty-fourth-level Soul Grandmaster could win thirteen matches in a row with two White Rings.
"Mystic Spear, I'm not that easy to fool. I don't care who you are; I won't go easy on you. If you don't want to end up crippled, you'd better surrender now!" Mad Halberd said arrogantly.
Before entering the arena, Xiao Chen had already received Mad Halberd's profile. The man fought with ruthless precision. Though none of his past opponents had died on the spot, nearly all had suffered permanent injuries. His vicious methods were well known throughout the Xilu Soul Fighting Arena.
Xiao Chen glanced at him, then said calmly, "So you're Mad Halberd. I'll give you some advice too: if you don't want to die, get lost now!"
Mad Halberd burst out laughing. He'd never met anyone more arrogant than himself.
"Good. The Great Soul Arena doesn't allow killing, which makes this boring. Since you're so confident, let's sign a deathmatch. Dare to?" Mad Halberd sneered.
"Just what I wanted," Xiao Chen replied calmly.
As soon as the words left his mouth, the cheers from the stands rose several times louder. Shouts and roars blended together, igniting the crowd's excitement.
Everyone in the stands rose to their feet and thrust their arms into the air. The din swept across the entire arena, and the air seethed with restlessness, fervor, and bloodlust.
Seeing this, the person in charge of the Xilu Soul Fighting Arena immediately told the host to hold off. He knew Xiao Chen had an unusual background and naturally didn't want anything to happen to him at the arena.
So he returned to the lounge Xiao Chen had used earlier.
"Why are you back again?" Chrysanthemum Douluo said impatiently.
The arena manager hurriedly said, "Senior, this deathmatch—"
Before he could finish, Chrysanthemum Douluo cut him off. "It's fine. If that boy is looking for death, then let him have it."
Seeing that Chrysanthemum Douluo wasn't going to intervene, the arena manager finally relaxed.
"Senior, Mad Halberd's grandfather is a sixty-eighth-level Soul Emperor. His family lives right here in Xilu City," the arena manager continued.
"Mm. I know," Chrysanthemum Douluo said with a faint nod, taking no notice of it.
The arena manager bowed and left.
After receiving word from the manager, the host immediately announced, "Let the match begin!"
As soon as the host spoke, Xiao Chen shot forward, leaving a blur in his wake.
Seeing Xiao Chen charge, Mad Halberd immediately swung his war halberd and rushed to meet him.
There was no denying that the man had earned the right to be so arrogant.
After exchanging blows with him for a moment, Xiao Chen could clearly tell that his combat strength was indeed above average for his level.
Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Xiao Chen.
With Shadow Step Dash, Xiao Chen was impossible to hit. Mad Halberd could only defend himself.
During his usual matches, Xiao Chen always held back a little so Yan and the others could win more Gold Soul Coins.
But this man was far too vicious, and they'd already signed a deathmatch. Naturally, Xiao Chen wouldn't hold back.
Every strike from the Long Spear, enhanced with Piercing Wound, landed with tremendous force, leaving Mad Halberd's arms numb.
Only then did Mad Halberd realize that Xiao Chen's reputation wasn't mere boasting. He no longer dared to underestimate him.
He turned his halberd, and his Yellow Spirit Ring lit up. Then he shouted, "First Soul Skill: Instant Wind Thrust!"
His war halberd drove forward amid a rushing gale, stabbing at Xiao Chen like a flash of light. It was fairly fast, but far too slow for Xiao Chen. If he wanted to dodge, the attack would miss completely.
Of course, Xiao Chen had no need to dodge.
"Mystic Spear Piercing Kill!"
Xiao Chen called out softly, and one White Spirit Ring lit up. He'd made up the skill's name on the spot.
The Wooden Spear shot from his hands and struck the tip of the war halberd with perfect precision, producing a sharp crack.
For this strike, Xiao Chen had combined Speed Boost with Piercing Wound.
The Long Spear and war halberd clashed, locked in a stalemate for only two seconds before Mad Halberd could no longer hold his ground and was sent flying.
He flew back several dozen paces before managing to steady himself. Xiao Chen, by contrast, had retreated only half a step.
"Impossible!" Mad Halberd stared in disbelief. He couldn't believe a Soul Skill from a White Spirit Ring could overpower him so completely.
Unwilling to accept it, he charged again. As he neared Xiao Chen, his Second Soul Ring suddenly lit up, and he unleashed his Second Soul Skill: Wind-Breaking Sweep.
He swept his war halberd across, sending several Wind Blades swirling around him in an attempt to seal off every one of Xiao Chen's escape routes.
Xiao Chen stood firm on the platform without moving an inch.
He held his spear crosswise before him. The Long Spear spun and darted, its flowing spear light overlapping in layers as it deflected and dispelled every incoming Wind Blade.
In the next instant, he thrust the spear forward, and it crashed into Mad Halberd's war halberd. A tremendous force erupted, sending Mad Halberd flying once more.
"Second Soul Skill: Spear Rain!"
Xiao Chen gave Mad Halberd no chance to react and immediately unleashed Fierce Thorn Rain in its Long Spear form.
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