Great Soul Arena

Oscar suddenly found that quite reasonable and said in sudden realization:

"Yeah, Brother Fan, it's not like you're throwing the match on purpose. You really just can't beat them."

Lu Fan rolled his eyes. "Can't you say something nicer?"

Oscar grinned and flattered him, "They've only cultivated for more than ten years longer than you, Brother Fan. If they were your age, they wouldn't even have Spirit Rings. They'd only be fit for you to beat up."

Lu Fan nodded in satisfaction. "That's more like it. So, are we going?"

Oscar nodded. "Let's go, let's go."

"But shouldn't we tell Teacher Zhao and the others before leaving the academy?"

Lu Fan nodded. "Of course we should."

The two went to find Zhao Wuji.

"What brings you two here? What, not used to being on break, so you want extra training?"

Zhao Wuji looked at them and chuckled.

Lu Fan shook his head. "No, Teacher Zhao. The two of us are planning to take a look around Suotuo City. We came specifically to report it to you."

Zhao Wuji nodded. "All right, I understand. Go ahead, but remember to be back before sunset."

"Mm-hm."

The two nodded and left together.

They arrived at the Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City.

Even these two country bumpkins were stunned by the sight.

They had never expected the Great Soul Arena to be such a grand and towering building.

But as soon as they arrived, they ran into an unpleasant problem.

Registration required ten Gold Soul Coins, but Lu Fan did not have enough.

He only had eight Gold Soul Coins left.

Taking out the eight Gold Soul Coins, Lu Fan looked helplessly at Oscar.

Understanding the situation, Oscar sensibly took out two Gold Soul Coins and handed them to Lu Fan.

"Brother Fan, I still have three Gold Soul Coins. Take these two to register."

Lu Fan nodded. "Don't be in a hurry to use the remaining one for betting. Let me get matched with an opponent first. If their Soul Power is above level fifteen, bet on me losing. If not, don't bet at all."

Oscar nodded.

They were now facing a crisis of life and death.

One careless move, and they would go completely bankrupt.

Lu Fan took the ten Gold Soul Coins to the front desk to register.

Registration was simple. He only needed to provide his name, age, birthplace, and martial soul.

When it came to his martial soul, Lu Fan kept his guard up and only wrote that it was a Mutated Purple Chrysanthemum.

After paying, he successfully received an Iron Soul Fighting Badge.

Since he was a newcomer, Lu Fan was assigned only to one of the smaller Arena 13 sections for his Soul Fight.

In the waiting area, everyone stared in surprise at Lu Fan, who was less than one meter forty tall.

Still, no one mocked Lu Fan aloud.

After all, they themselves would soon be taking the stage.

At a time like this, wasting energy mocking others instead of adjusting one's own condition was something only an idiot would do.

"It's a pity we can only participate in one match a day. Looks like getting rich through Soul Fighting isn't really possible."

After learning about the arena's rules, Lu Fan felt somewhat disappointed.

Though he could not make a fortune, he could still earn a little money.

Now he could only hope that Oscar would not place the wrong bet later.

"What? You can't bet on Soul Fights in the smaller sections? Only the main Soul Fighting area allows betting?"

Oscar held the last Gold Soul Coin in his palm, looking rather dejected.

As for watching Lu Fan's Soul Fight,

he only had one Gold Soul Coin left.

If he used it to buy a ticket, it was hard to say whether he would have anything remaining afterward.

On the Soul Fighting stage, a middle-aged man in a tailcoat stood at the center of the ring. He cleared his throat and said, "Next will be the third one-on-one Soul Fight of our Arena 13."

"The two Soul Masters taking the stage are Chen Feng, who possesses a cleaver martial soul, and Lu Fan, who possesses a Purple Chrysanthemum martial soul."

Soon, when Lu Fan's name was called over the arena broadcast, he slowly walked toward the ring.

When the spectators saw that the entrant was actually just a child, they immediately burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! What am I seeing? A little runt came here to fight?"

Some even whistled at Lu Fan. "Kid, go home and drink milk. This is an adult playground, not a place for you."

When Lu Fan's opponent saw what he looked like,

his previously tense mood instantly relaxed. He was the first to summon his martial soul.

A cleaver nearly as long as Lu Fan was tall appeared in his hand.

At the same time, a white ten-year Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet.

He even had the leisure to tease, "Little brother, just admit defeat. Otherwise, big brother's blade might hurt you in a moment."

Faced with everyone's ridicule and disdain, Lu Fan said nothing.

He merely summoned his own martial soul.

The Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum appeared.

A yellow hundred-year Spirit Ring rose from beneath his feet.

He looked at his opponent with fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.

"A hundred-year Spirit Ring?!"

His opponent stared at Lu Fan in astonishment.

He also put away his earlier contempt.

"My god, his first ring is actually a hundred-year one. That kid isn't simple."

The audience's attitude also reversed.

Many who had not thought highly of Lu Fan suddenly felt that this Soul Fight might develop in a direction far beyond everyone's expectations.

As the match began, Chen Feng was the first to rush at Lu Fan with his cleaver raised.

"First soul skill, Singular Velvet Protection."

Lu Fan's first Spirit Ring flashed, and his body was instantly surrounded by Strange Velvet Petals.

Chen Feng's cleaver struck Lu Fan, but the layer of petals blocked it, leaving him unable to harm Lu Fan in the slightest.

"So this is the power of a hundred-year soul skill!"

Chen Feng was greatly shocked.

Lu Fan seized the chance and threw a punch at Chen Feng's abdomen.

But Chen Feng merely took one step back before looking at Lu Fan with a smile.

"Hehe, kid, you're a defense-type Soul Master. My blade can't cut you, but you don't have much attack power either. Your punches don't hurt me."

"Besides, that was only because I didn't use a soul skill. It'll be different once I do."

As Chen Feng spoke, the white ring beneath his feet lit up. His cleaver martial soul grew several sizes larger, and Chen Feng grabbed it with a savage grin before slashing at Lu Fan.

Lu Fan raised the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum to block it.

Lu Fan struck toward Chen Feng with his right hand.

Chen Feng had already witnessed Lu Fan's strength, so he only laughed loudly. "Useless, useless, useless!"

He made no attempt to dodge, intending to trade injuries with Lu Fan.

After all, Lu Fan's fists were practically painless when they hit him.

Then the situation suddenly changed.

Just as Lu Fan's fist was about to reach Chen Feng's abdomen,

the ring on Lu Fan's right ring finger suddenly flashed. A short sword appeared in Lu Fan's hand and pressed directly against Chen Feng's waist.

"What?!"

Chen Feng failed to stop in time. Carried forward by inertia, he took another step, and the short sword pierced several centimeters into his waist as easily as cutting through a melon.

Meanwhile, Chen Feng's attack was easily blocked by Lu Fan.

The difference in strength was immediately clear.

The victor had been decided.

"I lost..."

Chen Feng's formerly confident expression transformed within an instant into terror and disbelief, followed by dejection.