The Vajra Bear-Had He Had Too Much to Drink? (Seeking Monthly Tickets, Recommendation Tickets, and Follows)

A few minutes later, Ye Que successfully signed up for a one-on-one match.

His opponent was Zhao Wudi, a high-level Five-Ring Soul King known in the Soul Fighting Arena as a Soul Master killing machine. He possessed the Vajra Bear Martial Soul and was extremely powerful.

Before Ye Que and his group arrived, Zhao Wudi had been one of the strongest mid-level Soul Masters in the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

Because of the random matchmaking system, the arena officials had assigned Zhao Wudi to Ye Que, pitting the man with the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul against the Vajra Bear.

Soon, betting opened for the match. Bets would be accepted for only five minutes, after which the odds would be locked.

"I'm betting on Tang Yin!"

As Yu Mengdi spoke, she took out her chips and headed for the Soul Tool, ready to go all in.

Ye Wuqing was also preparing to bet, confident in Ye Que's strength.

Even with his strength disguised, he was still beyond the reach of ordinary people. The Vajra Bear was no exception.

The first match was sure to be an upset.

However, Guangyu Douluo stopped them, leaving them to watch helplessly as the others placed their bets.

"Senior?" Ye Wuqing asked, his face full of confusion.

Guangyu Douluo smiled and pointed to the betting countdown overhead. "There are still four minutes. If you bet now, you'll easily arouse the suspicion of the gamblers. Not only will you miss out on the odds, you'll end up helping the other side push theirs higher."

"No matter how you look at it, the young master's Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer. The odds won't budge at first."

"We'll go all in right before betting closes!"

It was the first time the two of them had ever gambled, and they didn't understand how the odds shifted. Hearing Guangyu Douluo's explanation, they looked up at the odds overhead.

The odds for Zhao Wudi to win had reached 1.7 to 1.

The odds for Tang Yin to win were a full 3 to 1, and climbing toward 4.

The odds for each fighter kept changing according to the information released by the arena officials.

Yu Mengdi and Ye Wuqing's eyes had already turned into gold coins.

Those odds were amazing!

As the minutes ticked by, Ye Que and Zhao Wudi arrived at the arena platform at the same time, ready for their Soul Fighting match.

The betting deadline was fast approaching.

Just then, an old man suddenly appeared and wagered five million chips on Zhao Wudi. Tang Yin's odds immediately shot up to 5 to 1.

But even so, no one dared to follow his lead.

Newcomers could burst with unexpected strength, and they could also cause upsets. Without a proper analysis, a gambler could easily lose everything.

Still, the unknown old man's bet convinced quite a few gamblers to back Zhao Wudi, hoping to strike it rich in one go. Their eyes had turned red with excitement.

Guangyu Douluo recognized the old man at once. He hadn't expected to see someone he knew.

It was Cheng Gang, the Guardian Douluo of the Star Luo Empire.

So this guy had come to the Heaven Dou Empire to gamble on Soul Fighting matches, too? How interesting.

Cheng Gang glanced back at Guang Yu and smiled. "Still betting on newcomers to pull off an upset? Hoping to profit from 5-to-1 odds is far too unrealistic. Strength rules here. Whatever advantage a Martial Soul might offer is long gone. A Seven Kill Sword Soul Master came here last time and still lost badly. He even got killed."

"Even the number-one tool Martial Soul under heaven is nothing special. I'll take the 2-to-1 odds and make myself a little windfall."

Guangyu Douluo chuckled at that, then placed the five million chips he'd exchanged earlier on Tang Yin at the very last moment before betting closed.

Yu Mengdi and Ye Wuqing each went all in with 500,000 chips, betting on Tang Yin to win.

The three of them had all taken the 5-to-1 odds. If they won, they'd get five times their money back.

Guangyu Douluo said with a grin, "You've put a pittance on Zhao Wudi, while I'm betting Tang Yin will pull off an upset. Let's see who wins."

Cheng Gang sat down and said coolly, "Zhao Wudi will definitely win. There's no doubt about it."

"Just wait and see!" Guang Yu chuckled, then sat down too.

Next, the Soul Fighting Arena's host made his entrance on a Flying Soul Tool and spoke into a microphone. "Up next is a one-on-one Soul Fighting match. Will the fighters please enter the arena?"

At the center of the enormous circular Soul Fighting Arena, Ye Que and Zhao Wudi appeared at the same time.

The moment they looked at each other, they both saw killing intent in the other's eyes.

Zhao Wudi was a man with muscles all over his body and a devil-may-care smile at the corner of his mouth.

Ye Que could plainly feel the killing intent clinging to Zhao Wudi. It was the kind that came from killing many Soul Masters.

The man had at least a dozen Soul Masters' lives on his hands.

Zhao Wudi clenched his fists and sized up the young pretty boy across from him, who looked remarkably like the Sea God Tang San. With wild arrogance, he said, "Look at that head of yours. It's just like a watermelon. One punch from me, and I'll smash it until the juice is running everywhere."

Ye Que slowly closed his eyes and said nothing.

Just then, the host cried out, "Both fighters, state your Soul Power Levels. Let the match begin!"

"Vajra Bear, possess me!"

Zhao Wudi roared. Five Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, three yellow and two purple. He beckoned Ye Que over and said, "Since your ancestor and mine had some history, I'll spare your life, Tang."

Ye Que didn't waste a word. He pulled out the Clear Sky Hammer and charged, gripping it in his right hand. "Then I'll spare your life too."

Whoosh!

His figure vanished like a fading afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he was behind Zhao Wudi, bringing the hammer crashing down.

So fast!

Zhao Wudi realized he'd run into a master. His Second Soul Ring lit up as he shouted, "Second Soul Skill, Great Strength Body Protection!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After several consecutive hammer blows, Zhao Wudi was left reeling, his head spinning and his legs unsteady.

Even the defense he prided himself on had been broken through.

Zhao Wudi had had too much to drink today and had underestimated a Clear Sky Hammer Soul Master.

But why did this Clear Sky Hammer also have the power of lightning?

An ordinary Five-Ring Soul King would have been sent flying by the Clear Sky Hammer's force long ago. But Zhao Wudi was a seasoned veteran, and he had his own tactics.

Just as Ye Que hefted his hammer and swung again, Zhao Wudi reached out and grabbed it. "Caught you during your recovery! Fourth Soul Skill, Gravity Suppression!"

Rumble!

A terrifying magnetic force suddenly surged in. Ye Que grunted, but only felt his hand grow heavy. He kicked Zhao Wudi squarely in the face and used the force of his momentum to break free.

Zhao Wudi's Second Soul Ring lit up again. He launched himself forward from where he stood, grabbed Ye Que's hammer, and roared, "Great Strength Vajra Fist!"

The hammer flew from Ye Que's hand, but his eyes lit up in an instant as he unleashed his Second Soul Skill, Angel Roar.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Surging golden mental power mercilessly drilled into Zhao Wudi's mind, setting off an explosion in his Sea of Consciousness.

Rumble!

Clutching his head, Zhao Wudi staggered around and flailed wildly. "Ah! My head! My head's going to explode! What kind of Soul Skill is this? My brain hurts so much! Make it stop... Make it stop!"

"How can you be so strong? How?!"

"I've had too much to drink! Hero, spare me! Please spare my life..."

But no matter how much Zhao Wudi cried out, Ye Que showed no intention of stopping. He continued to unleash Angel Roar.

Mental Attribute Soul Skills were all about catching your opponent off guard.

The next moment, Ye Que raised a hand, and the Clear Sky Hammer flew back into it. Soul Power burst from his entire body as he swung the hammer straight at Zhao Wudi's head.

That single blow shattered the dreams of countless gamblers.

Countless people in the main arena stretched out their hands, hoping to save Zhao Wudi, but they could do nothing.

Boom!

The hammer smashed into Zhao Wudi's face. His teeth flew out mixed with saliva, and his whole body was sent flying like a cannonball.

The host cried out, "First match, Tang Yin wins!"

At those words, the dreams of countless gamblers were shattered.

An upset!

A real upset!

A high-level Five-Ring Soul King had been defeated by a Four-Ring Clear Sky Hammer wielder. The two had exchanged only a dozen or so blows before he fell.

Crash!

The gamblers who had bet on Tang Yin's victory had completely turned their fortunes around, their eyes red.

Those were 5-to-1 odds!

They'd struck it rich!

Meanwhile, the Soul Masters who had bet on Zhao Wudi saw their dreams of getting rich crumble. They turned on Ye Que and cursed him furiously.

"Fuck your mother!"

"What kind of trash Martial Soul is the Clear Sky Hammer? I want to go up there and kill you right now! Why did you win? Why?!"

"There isn't a single decent person in the Tang family! You shattered my dreams!"

"Pay me back! Give me my money back..."

In the arena, Ye Que heard the curses and didn't get angry. Instead, he smiled and made a contemptuous gesture at the Soul Masters who'd lost their money. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm from the Clear Sky Sect, your own dear father. The Tang family is your ancestor."

"Not happy about it? Then come bite me! I'm so scared!"

"Have you people ever even seen a Clear Sky Hammer? You don't even know how to gamble. I look down on you."

"Oh, right. My name's Tang Yin. I'm from the Tang Sect and the Clear Sky Sect. Remember to come chop me up. The Tang family are people you can't afford to offend. If you've got the guts, go throw rotten eggs at our ancestors' statues!"

Then, amid the endless stream of gamblers' curses, Ye Que left the arena, thoroughly pleased with himself.

He loved this place. Everyone was talented, and they all knew how to talk.

Other people were cursing the Tang family. What did that have to do with him?

He was a member of the Angel Clan, after all.

If Tang San knew that an angelic follower was going around restoring the Tang Sect's glory, wouldn't he be so happy he'd cry tears of joy?