36. Soul Battle! The Tacit Wind Leopard Duo

(Image of Bai Chenxiang)

Yu Feng and Osler exchanged a glance, both breaking into smiles at the same time.

Stepping out from behind the counter, Osler lowered his voice: "This time, we'll let that kid know exactly what happens when he offends us."

Yu Feng crossed his arms over his chest, a sinister smirk hanging on his lips: "Six years. New grudges and old, we'll settle them all at once."

"Beating him up in the Soul Fighting Arena is much more interesting than doing it outside," Osler said, rubbing his hands together. "With so many spectators watching, let's see how embarrassed he gets."

"Once Dugu Yan finds out, she'll have to share in the humiliation, too."

"Hahahaha—"

Behind the counter, the staff member counted the Gold Soul Coins, humming a happy little tune.

Ten o'clock sharp.

No. 5 Sub-Soul Fighting Arena.

The spectator stands were sparsely populated with a few dozen people, mostly casual visitors here to watch the spectacle.

Several regular gamblers had already pulled out their purses, preparing to place their bets.

The host stood in the center of the ring, holding a megaphone Soul Tool, his voice booming.

"Let us welcome both sides of today's soul fight—"

"First, the newcomer duo who just registered today—the Golden Leaf Duo!"

"Pfft—hahaha!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the spectator stands.

"Golden Leaf? What kind of crappy name is that?"

"I'd rather be called 'Spear King'!"

"Who came up with that name? It's killing me!"

Several lewd men laughed until they were doubled over, slapping each other on the shoulders.

A spotlight hit the entrance of one side, illuminating the figures of Lin Jiang and Ye Lingling.

Lin Jiang walked in front, covering his face with his hand, a pair of helpless eyes peeking through his fingers.

Next time, I must get a mask. Definitely.

Ye Lingling followed behind him, head bowed, her face flushed to the roots of her ears. She twisted the hem of her clothes, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"And their opponents—" the host's voice suddenly rose, "are the Wind Leopard Duo, who have already achieved a magnificent twenty-three-game winning streak in the Soul Fighting Arena!"

"Wind Leopard! Wind Leopard! Wind Leopard!"

The spectator stands instantly boiled over!

The spotlight shifted to the other entrance. Yu Feng and Osler walked out side-by-side, their steps steady, their presence fully unleashed.

The audience went wild.

"I'm betting on the Wind Leopard Duo to win! Ten Silver Soul Coins!"

"Me too! Twenty!"

"I'm betting ten Gold Soul Coins!"

"Wind Leopard! Beat that so-called Golden Leaf into the ground!"

In the stands, purses flew, and bets rained down on the bookie's table like snowflakes.

Yu Feng and Osler stood at the edge of the ring, arms crossed, chins tilted upward, their gazes crossing the arena to land on Lin Jiang.

The look in their eyes was like they were watching a dead man walking.

Osler jumped onto the ring first, landing on his toes with a graceful flourish.

He turned around and beckoned to Lin Jiang with his finger.

Once.

Twice.

After beckoning, Osler deliberately tilted his head, a punchable smirk hanging on his lips.

The spectator stands erupted in another round of jeers.

"This Golden Leaf Duo probably won't even be able to take a single attack from the Wind Leopard!"

"I know that Ye Lingling; she's from the Ye family of the Nine Heart Begonia! A healing-type Soul Master, her support abilities are decent, but as for fighting..."

"Doesn't that mean all the offensive pressure is on that kid? How could he possibly be a match for the two of them alone?"

"Looking at that pretty boy, he probably isn't even level thirty yet? He's just going up there to be served as a meal!"

"The Wind Leopard has a twenty-three-game winning streak! Those two have perfect synergy; fighting a newcomer duo like this is just child's play for them!"

The discussions rose in wave after wave.

The Gold Soul Coins on the betting table piled higher and higher, all wagered on the Wind Leopard Duo.

Ye Lingling stood beside Lin Jiang, her palms slick with sweat.

She stole a glance at Lin Jiang, but his face remained expressionless, perhaps even a little bored.

Why did we have to draw Osler and Yu Feng?

They have such a long winning streak; by the rules, they should have been matched against stronger opponents...

She bit her lip.

Lin Jiang... is he really capable of this?

She recalled what Dugu Yan had said: "He is definitely even more formidable than I am."

But Osler and Yu Feng are no pushovers either.

The two possess impeccable synergy and have already made a name for themselves in the Soul Fighting Arena.

As for her and Lin Jiang, today is their very first time partnering up.

Ye Lingling took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

Whatever, just bite the bullet and go!

If it really comes to it, she can still provide healing for Lin Jiang after they lose...

The two sides took their positions.

Osler and Yu Feng stood opposite them, arms crossed, chins held high, looking as if victory were already in their grasp.

The host raised his right hand, scanned the surroundings, and brought it down sharply.

"Soul Fight—begin!"

Osler and Yu Feng moved simultaneously.

Their coordination was indeed seamless.

Twenty-three consecutive wins were not achieved by luck.

Yu Feng's figure flickered as the phantom of his Windbell Bird martial soul emerged behind him, his speed surging!

He transformed into a blur, instantly flashing to Lin Jiang's flank and sealing off his retreat.

Osler closed in from the front, the phantom of his Ghost Leopard martial soul manifesting. Soul power surged as he clenched his fists, his knuckles popping with a crisp sound.

One in front, one behind.

Two agility-attack system soul masters; speed, burst, and coordination—they lacked nothing.

This was the capital that allowed the Wind Leopard Duo to rack up twenty-three consecutive wins in the Soul Fighting Arena; they always held the initiative in battle.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the spectator stands.

"So fast!"

"The Wind Leopard Duo's coordination is getting better and better!"

"That kid is finished! He didn't even have time to react!"

Ye Lingling stood beside Lin Jiang, her heart drumming against her ribs.

Too fast!

She instinctively leaned closer to Lin Jiang, her fingers tightening, her palms drenched in sweat.

Lin Jiang stood where he was, not moving an inch.

He didn't even blink.

Osler's mouth stretched to his ears, the soul power on his fist condensed to its limit.

"Go to hell!"

He threw a punch!

At the same time, Yu Feng cut in from the flank, unleashing a flurry of strikes to seal off all room for evasion.

Front and back, striking simultaneously!

Some in the audience were already preparing to cheer—

"It's over!"

However—

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull thuds rang out.

It wasn't the sound of fists hitting flesh.

It was the sound of fists being caught.

Osler's eyes widened as he watched his fist being steadily intercepted by a palm.

That hand was like an iron clamp, unmoving.

He looked up, meeting Lin Jiang's eyes, which were terrifyingly calm.

On the other side, Yu Feng's fist was also gripped by Lin Jiang's other hand, rendering him unable to move.

Both men exerted force simultaneously, attempting to pull their fists back—

They didn't budge an inch.

Lin Jiang stood where he was, not retreating a single step.

The arena floor beneath his feet didn't even crack.

"Is that it?" he said softly.

The pupils of Osler and Yu Feng contracted at the same time.

The cheers from the spectator stands came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stood with their mouths agape, watching the bizarre scene on the stage.

Two powerful Soul Grand Masters had unleashed their full-strength attacks, only to be caught by a youth with one hand each, as effortlessly as if he were catching two balls.

Ye Lingling stood behind Lin Jiang, her large blue eyes wide, her mouth slightly agape.

She was the closest, so she saw it the most clearly.

Lin Jiang hadn't used any soul skills at all, nor had he even summoned his martial soul.

It was just a casual grab.

"Are you two finished?" Lin Jiang tilted his head. "Then it's my turn."

He released his grip.

Before Osler and Yu Feng could react, they saw a fist rapidly enlarging in their field of vision.

"Bang—!"