Tang San's First Battle in the Great Soul Arena, Still Milky White

Xia Yan walked inside.

He happened to see the group registering, but Flender was nowhere to be seen; he must have already taken his seat in the spectator area.

Seeing Xia Yan arrive, Oscar suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, he felt a sudden sense of fortune seeing that Xia Yan was not staying with Ning Rongrong, and he subconsciously avoided Xia Yan's gaze.

Tang San and Dai Mubai pretended not to see him, busy with their own affairs.

Zhu Zhuqing saw Xia Yan and grew curious; since he was so powerful, what was his record in the Great Soul Arena?

Had he already reached the graduation requirement mentioned by Flender—the Silver Soul Fighting rank?

But Tang San had already finished registering, and it was her turn to sign up, so she had to deal with the matter at hand first.

Tang San held his Iron Soul Fighting badge, but his gaze couldn't help but drift toward Xiao Wu. Originally, he had planned to team up with her.

Xiao Wu, don't worry, I will protect you!

But Xiao Wu was completely unwilling to team up with him.

Xiao Wu, don't be like this. If we fight separately, how am I supposed to protect you?

After everything was finished, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and Dai Mubai all went to the one-on-one arena to wait, while Xia Yan headed to a higher-tier lounge.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar went to the two-on-two waiting area.

There was no help for it;

Oscar was a support-type, so he had to find a partner, and since he had chosen Ma Hongjun from the start, the two had been fighting as a pair ever since.

Soon, Xiao Wu was the first to take the stage.

Her opponent was randomly assigned—a Soul Master with a Leopard martial soul, level 28, one level lower than Xiao Wu. Xiao Wu won easily.

Tang San ran over excitedly: "Xiao Wu, you were truly amazing!"

Xiao Wu only responded with polite indifference.

Unless choosing other combat modes, each person could only participate in one battle per day. After the battle ended, Xiao Wu went to the spectator area.

This was a perk for combat Soul Masters: they could watch matches for free on the day they fought.

Next was Dai Mubai.

Battles were conducted between those of the same rank—two-ring against two-ring, three-ring against three-ring.

This meant that Soul Masters at a higher level within the same rank had a greater advantage.

Once Dai Mubai advanced, he went from being a powerful Grand Perfection two-ring to a weak, entry-level three-ring among his peers.

The result was 29 wins and 27 losses;

he had only gained two points after fifty-six matches.

However, his opponent for this match was only level 31, with a Big Tail Rat martial soul, characterized by a tail as thick as a python.

After a bout of fighting, Dai Mubai emerged victorious.

The third was Zhu Zhuqing, who faced an agility-attack type with a Sword martial soul and won.

Finally, only Tang San remained.

The combat area of the Great Soul Arena was divided into numerous rings to accommodate different battle rules, with spectator areas interspersed between the different rings

to ensure a quality viewing experience.

On one of the rings, which was twenty meters in diameter, a middle-aged man in a tuxedo stood in the center. He cleared his throat and announced in a loud voice:

"Next, we will conduct the fifteenth match of the one-on-one soul fighting at Arena 14.

Taking the stage will be two Soul Grand Masters. They are, the Battle Soul Master Tang San, who possesses the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, versus the Battle Soul Master Qing Bao, who has already won two consecutive matches and possesses the beast martial soul Iron Horn Ox.

Will Soul Grand Master Qing Bao continue his glory and achieve a three-game winning streak, or will the newcomer Battle Soul Master Tang San claim victory?

Let us wait and see."

"Now, I invite both Soul Grand Masters to the stage."

The audience below was almost full. Hearing that a Soul Grand Master used Blue Silver Grass, they all looked at each other, thinking they had misheard.

What?

A Soul Grand Master level Blue Silver Grass?

A trash Martial Soul like Blue Silver Grass can actually be cultivated to the Soul Grand Master realm?!

Is this for real?!

Under the lights, Tang San straightened his chest and stepped onto the arena one step at a time.

The murmurs from the audience below grew louder:

"Isn't he too young?"

"I've never heard of him before..."

Opposite Tang San, a Soul Master with a physique far taller and sturdier than his own walked slowly onto the arena.

This man stood at an astonishing height of about two meters, with broad shoulders and a wide back; his entire body was covered in a layer of granite-like muscle.

Beneath skin even darker than Tang San's, knotted veins bulged like small, dark-green snakes crawling across his bare upper body.

Taking in the sight of his short opponent, Tang San, a fierce glint flickered in his copper-bell-sized eyes as he let out a deafening roar toward the sky, unleashing a formidable aura.

"Bao Qing! Bao Qing! Bao Qing!"

Some of the audience members below cheered.

The contrast in their appearances was too extreme, and since Blue Silver Grass was the most fragile of plant Martial Souls, it was easily snapped.

It would be fine against an agility-type, but encountering a high-defense power-type Soul Master like Bao Qing was trouble.

Truly, no one believed Tang San could win.

As a Soul Master, Tang San had excellent hearing and naturally caught the audience's discussion; the corners of his mouth curled into a smug arc.

That's it!

Keep doubting me; the more you doubt me, the harder I can slap your faces!

I will claim victory!

The middle-aged man retreated to the edge of the field: "Match—begin!"

"Roar!"

Bao Qing let out a great shout, not even bothering to activate his Martial Soul, and charged straight at Tang San.

Being looked down upon was naturally unpleasant, so Tang San summoned his dark purple Blue Silver Grass, and two yellow century-level Soul Rings rippled out from his body: "Blue Silver Bind!"

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, countless vine-like Blue Silver Grass grew out of thin air, attacking Bao Qing.

At first, he was able to snap some of the vines, but he was soon tightly bound.

The audience below was shocked; could these dark purple vines really be Blue Silver Grass?!

"Roar!"

Immediately following, a battle cry erupted from the cluster of Blue Silver Grass as Bao Qing broke free from the restraints and charged out.

He had already completed his Martial Soul Possession.

Black, giant horns the length of arms grew from both sides of his forehead.

His already sturdy body had nearly doubled in muscle mass, his skin had become even rougher, and his eyes had turned earthy yellow.

Bao Qing confidently twisted his head and cracked his joints on the spot, not taking Tang San seriously in the slightest.

However, some of the audience members suddenly froze, their necks craning in a way that seemed surprised, even astonished.

Bao Qing didn't quite understand the crowd's reaction.

What was there to be surprised about regarding him breaking free? It would only be surprising if he couldn't!

He looked at Tang San, who still wore a look of confidence.

Suddenly, he felt an abnormality all over his body, feeling as if his entire frame was burning; out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some white, cloudy liquid on his arms.

Subconsciously, he looked down, and his pupils shook violently!

Because his arms, chest, legs, and even his feet were all covered in white, cloudy liquid!

It was sticking to his body, slowly sliding downward!

It even carried a pungent, acidic, and rotting stench.

In an instant, the sensation on his skin shifted from burning to stinging.

This... this is...!

A surge of hot blood rushed to his brain, and Bao Qing's face suddenly flushed crimson, his breathing ragged like an ox, with dark red veins climbing up his thick neck.

Humiliation!!

How dare he humiliate me!

"Roar!"

He immediately charged: "Iron Horn Bull Armor!" "Earth Power!"

Simultaneously unleashing his first and second soul skills, a layer of brown hide armor coated his skin while his strength surged violently.

His defense and power were reinforced.

He was going to send Tang San flying!

Tang San, of course, would not just wait where he stood.

With a flick of his fingers: "Blue Silver Bind!" "Venom Secretion!"

In an instant, the countless Blue Silver Grass reflected in Bao Qing's earthy yellow pupils surged toward him like a Snake Swarm, coiling around him.

However, These Blue Silver Grass had all turned a color of intermingled dark purple and cloudy white!

They even rubbed against each other, producing white foam!

No!