Vajra Bear, Drunk? (Seeking monthly votes, recommendation votes, continued reading)

A few minutes later, Ye Que successfully registered for the one-on-one duel.

His opponent was the Spirit Fighting Arena's self-proclaimed Spirit Master slaughtering machine, the high-level fifth-ring Spirit King Zhao Wudi, who possessed the Vajra Bear martial soul and possessed immense strength.

Before Ye Que and his group arrived, Zhao Wudi had been among the strongest mid-level Spirit Masters in the entire arena.

Due to the random matching mechanism, the arena officials assigned Zhao Wudi to Ye Que, pitting the man who wielded the Clear Sky Hammer against the Vajra Bear.

Soon, the betting for this match opened, with a five-minute window before the books were closed.

"I'm betting on Tang Yin!"

Yu Mengdi said, taking out her chips and preparing to head toward the Soul Tool to place her bet, ready to go all-in.

Ye Wuqing also prepared to place a bet, trusting in Ye Que's strength.

Even with his disguise, his power was not something an ordinary person could compare to, not even the Vajra Bear.

This first duel would surely be an upset.

However, the two were stopped by Guangyu Douluo, forced to watch as others placed their bets.

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

Guangyu Douluo smiled, pointed at the closing time displayed above, and chuckled, "There are still four minutes left. If you bet now, you'll easily arouse the suspicion of the gamblers. Not only will you miss out on the multiplier, but you'll also end up helping the other side drive the odds down."

"No matter what, the Young Master's martial soul is the Clear Sky Hammer; the odds won't be easy to move at the start."

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

It was the first time the two had gambled, so they didn't understand how the odds shifted. Hearing Guangyu Douluo's explanation, they looked up at the multiplier displayed above.

The odds for Zhao Wudi to win were at 1.7.

The odds for Tang Yin to win were a full 3.0, nearing 4.0.

The win-loss odds for both sides were constantly changing based on the information released by the officials.

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

Such high odds!

As time ticked away, Ye Que and Zhao Wudi arrived at the arena stage simultaneously, ready to participate in the spirit fight.

The time to close the betting was almost up.

Just then, an old man who had appeared out of nowhere pulled out five million in chips and bet on Zhao Wudi to win, causing Tang Yin's odds to jump directly to 5.0.

But even so, no one dared to follow suit.

Newcomers were prone to sudden bursts of power, but also prone to upsets; without proper analysis, it was easy to lose everything.

However, with the bet from this mysterious old man, many gamblers followed suit and bet on Zhao Wudi, their eyes turning red with the desire to get rich overnight.

Guangyu Douluo recognized the old man who had just placed the bet at a glance; he hadn't expected to run into an acquaintance.

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

So this guy had also come to the Heaven Dou Empire to participate in spirit fighting bets? How interesting.

Cheng Gang looked back at Guangyu and smiled, "Still betting on a newcomer's sudden burst? It's unrealistic to rely on a five-fold multiplier for profit. Here, strength is king; the so-called martial soul advantage has long since vanished. Last time, a Seven Kill Sword master came here, and he still lost miserably, even getting killed in the process."

"Even if it is the number one tool martial soul in the world, it is nothing more than that. This old man only wants to take the two-fold multiplier and make a quick fortune."

Guangyu Douluo chuckled upon hearing this and placed his 5 million chips, which he had exchanged earlier, at the very last moment before the 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 simultaneously bet on the five-fold multiplier, meaning they would win five times their stake if successful.

Guangyu Douluo laughed, "You bet on Zhao Wudi for pocket change, and I bet on Tang Yin to explode with power. Let's see who wins."

Cheng Gang sat down and said indifferently, "Zhao Wudi will definitely win; that is beyond doubt."

"We shall see!" Guangyu chuckled and sat down as well.

Immediately after, the host of the Spirit Fighting Arena appeared, stepping on a flight-type Soul Tool, and said into the microphone, "Next is a one-on-one spirit fighting duel. Will the competing Spirit Masters please take the stage."

In the center of the massive circular arena, Ye Que and Zhao Wudi appeared at the same time.

The moment their eyes met, both saw the killing intent in the other's gaze.

Zhao Wudi was a man of pure muscle, a wild and uninhibited smile playing on the corners of his mouth.

Ye Que could intuitively feel the killing intent radiating from Zhao Wudi; it was something condensed from the lives of many Spirit Masters.

This guy had at least a dozen Spirit Master lives on his hands.

Zhao Wudi clenched his fists, sized up the fair-skinned, handsome youth who resembled the Sea God Tang San, and said with extreme arrogance, "Look at how much your head looks like a watermelon. Once I land a punch, I'll have your juices spilling everywhere."

Ye Que slowly closed his eyes and said nothing.

Just then, the host shouted, "Both sides, declare your Soul Power Levels. The spirit fight begins!"

"Vajra Bear, manifest!"

Zhao Wudi let out a loud roar as five spirit rings rose beneath his feet—a configuration of three yellow and two purple. He beckoned to Ye Que and said, "Tang, considering your ancestor and mine have a history, I can spare your little life."

Without a word, Ye Que pulled out his Clear Sky Hammer and charged forward, gripping the hammer tightly in his right hand as he shouted, "Then I shall spare your life as well."

Swish!

His figure vanished like a lingering shadow, appearing behind Zhao Wudi in the blink of an eye, a hammer swinging down directly at his face.

So fast!

Zhao Wudi realized he had met a master. His second spirit ring lit up as he roared, "Second Spirit Skill: Great Strength Body Protection!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a continuous barrage of hammer strikes, Zhao Wudi was left dizzy and disoriented, unable to even steady his footing.

His pride and joy—his defense—had been shattered.

Zhao Wudi had drunk too much today and had underestimated a Clear Sky Hammer spirit master.

But how did this Clear Sky Hammer carry a lightning-attribute ability?

Had it been an ordinary five-ring Spirit King, they would have been sent flying by the force of the Clear Sky Hammer long ago, but as a veteran, Zhao Wudi naturally had his own tactics.

Just as Ye Que swung the hammer again, Zhao Wudi reached out and grabbed it, laughing, "I've caught your recovery lag. Fourth Spirit Skill: Gravity Suppression!"

Boom!

A terrifying magnetic field force suddenly descended. Ye Que let out a muffled grunt, feeling only that his hand had become heavy, before he slammed a foot into Zhao Wudi's face, using the momentum to break free.

Zhao Wudi's second spirit ring lit up once more. He lunged forward from his spot, grabbed Ye Que's hammer, and shouted, "Great Strength Vajra Fist!"

The hammer was knocked from Ye Que's hand, but his eyes instantly flared as he activated his second spirit skill: Angel Roar.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Surging golden spiritual power ruthlessly drilled into Zhao Wudi's mind, triggering an explosion within his sea of consciousness.

Rumble!

Clutching his head and flailing about, Zhao Wudi screamed, "Ah! My head, my head is going to explode! What kind of spirit skill is this? My brain hurts so much! Stop... quickly stop!"

"How are you this strong? How?!"

"I drank too much! Good man, spare me! Good man, spare my life..."

However, no matter how Zhao Wudi wailed, Ye Que had no intention of stopping, maintaining the release of Angel Roar.

A spiritual-attribute spirit skill was all about catching the opponent off guard.

The next moment, Ye Que raised his hand in a beckoning motion. The Clear Sky Hammer returned to his grip, and with his full spirit power erupting, he swung it down toward Zhao Wudi's head.

This hammer strike shattered the dreams of countless gamblers.

Countless people in the main arena reached out as if to save Zhao Wudi, but they were powerless to do so.

Boom!

The hammer slammed into Zhao Wudi's face, sending teeth and saliva flying as he was launched backward like a cannonball.

The host announced loudly, "The first match, Tang Yin wins!"

As these words fell, the dreams of countless gamblers were crushed.

An upset!

A true, massive upset!

A high-level five-ring Spirit King had been defeated by a four-ring Clear Sky Hammer wielder, falling in just over a dozen exchanges.

Clatter!

Those gamblers who had bet on Tang Yin's victory were suddenly rich, their eyes turning bloodshot.

That was a five-fold payout!

They had struck it rich!

Meanwhile, the dreams of the spirit masters who had bet on Zhao Wudi were shattered, and they began hurling insults at Ye Que.

"F*ck your mother!"

"What kind of trash spirit is the Clear Sky Hammer? I want to go up there and kill you right now! How could you possibly win? How?!"

"No one from the Tang family is any good! You've crushed my dreams!"

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

On the field, Ye Que didn't get angry at the verbal abuse; instead, he laughed. He made a dismissive gesture toward the gamblers who had lost their money and said indifferently, "Let me introduce myself. This Seat comes from the Clear Sky Sect. I am your dear father, and the Tang family are your ancestors."

"Not convinced? If you're not convinced, come and bite me! I'm so scared!"

"Have you ever even seen a Clear Sky Hammer, you bastards? You don't even know how to gamble. I despise you all."

"Right, my name is Tang Yin. I'm from the Tang Sect and the Clear Sky Sect. Remember to come and hack me to death. The Tang family is an existence you cannot afford to offend. If you have the guts, go throw rotten eggs at our ancestors' statues!"

Afterward, amidst the endless cursing of the gamblers, Ye Que walked off the field, feeling wonderful.

He loved this place; everyone here was a talent, and they spoke so eloquently.

What did it matter to him if others cursed the Tang family?

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

If Tang San knew that an Angel believer was out there restoring the glory of the Tang Sect for him, he would surely be moved to tears, wouldn't he?