Comprehensive Suppression

After finishing his rant, Wang Jingyu clicked upload without hesitation.

No matter how hard he racked his brain, he would never have imagined that the system would send the diary he had written into Bibi Dong's "Goddess Diary Instance" the very next second.

A notification immediately rang out in his mind, informing him that the diary had been uploaded successfully and that he had received a reward.

"Congratulations, Host, on successfully uploading your diary. You have obtained master-level comprehension of the Crimson Dragon Sword Art, Agility +10, and Appearance +1."

At that moment, the host on the arena suddenly announced, "The match officially begins!"

Wang Jingyu had no time to check the rewards granted by the system. He fixed his gaze on the arena, watching the match with a solemn expression as he prayed inwardly.

There was no other reason—his entire fortune was riding on the outcome of this match. He had used all 52,000 Gold Soul Coins he possessed to bet on Bibi Dong's victory.

He had not wanted to be this reckless either, but the odds were simply too high.

The odds for betting on Bibi Dong were an astonishing 2.5 to 1. If she won, he would receive 130,000 Gold Soul Coins!

Meanwhile, the odds for betting on her opponent were only 1.28 to 1, outrageously low.

Ironically, nearly everyone had bet on her opponent to win. Precisely because of that, the odds on Bibi Dong's victory were far higher than those on her opponent's.

The main reason was that Bibi Dong had come from afar and was practically unknown in Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.

Her opponent, meanwhile, was one of the strongest fighters in the level-50 bracket of Suotuo City's Great Soul Arena.

It was said that he had fought a total of 147 matches, winning 120 and losing 27—an impressive record.

Thus, anyone even remotely sensible would bet on her opponent to win.

But was Wang Jingyu a sensible person? At the very least, from the perspective of being a transmigrator, he definitely was not normal.

As the host gave the command, "Begin the match!"

Bibi Dong and her opponent both released their martial souls and Soul Rings, introducing themselves.

"Level 56 Assault System Battle Soul King, Bibi Dong. Martial Soul: Death Spider Emperor!"

"Level 59 Assault System Battle Soul King, Luo Hong. Martial Soul: Silver Wolf King!"

The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor appeared behind Bibi Dong. Her optimal Soul Ring configuration of two yellow, two purple, and one black demonstrated her extraordinary strength.

However, her opponent possessed the same optimal configuration: two yellow, two purple, and one black.

Therefore, neither side held an advantage in Soul Ring configuration. Bibi Dong's opponent seemed to have no intention of making the first move.

The reason was that Bibi Dong looked young and her Soul Power was lower than his, so there was a certain degree of contempt in his eyes.

This was only natural. After all, he had won 120 of 147 matches at the Soul King level.

He was even a Gold Douluo, with immensely rich combat experience. He believed he could calmly handle even the strongest opponents.

As for this little girl before him, though she was young and quite powerful, she presumably did not have much combat experience.

Even now, he could not understand why the Great Soul Arena had arranged for him to face such a young girl.

Unable to endure his contempt any longer, Bibi Dong, who had already been holding back a bellyful of anger, finally snapped.

"Third Soul Skill, Death Spider Web Restraint!"

Bibi Dong's third Soul Ring lit up, and she spat out a dark purple spiderweb that shrouded her opponent amid a cloud of purple poisonous gas.

Though her opponent still wore a trace of disdain on his face, he did not dare take Bibi Dong's attack too lightly.

He released his second Soul Skill as well. "Silver Moonlight Blade!" A half-meter-long blade of light formed from moonlight flew toward the spiderweb.

His intent was obvious: he wanted to use his second Soul Skill to slice apart Bibi Dong's spiderweb restraint.

The instant the moonlight blade collided with the spiderweb, he saw the blade pass straight through it and assumed it had already cut the web apart.

But to his surprise, the spiderweb only drew closer, showing no sign of splitting apart. His expression immediately changed.

What kind of spiderweb was this? Even his light blade could not cut through it?

He could tell that the web was highly poisonous. He absolutely could not allow himself to be bound by it, or it would not only affect his speed but might also poison him, putting him at a disadvantage.

"Third Soul Skill, Gale Shadow!"

After his third Soul Ring flared brightly, his movement speed suddenly surged. Just as the spiderweb was about to strike him, he dodged its restraint.

There was no need to guess that his third Soul Skill was likely one that boosted agility.

But Bibi Dong's third Soul Skill had never consisted of just a single spiderweb. The number of webs it expelled depended on the caster's choice.

The stronger the caster, the more webs they could expel. While flying, the webs would spread toward the target, and their restraining power was exceptionally strong.

Thus, Luo Hong had barely avoided the first web when four or five more immediately came at him, forcing him to dodge in a very sorry state.

Quite a few webs fell onto the ground, their stickiness still incredibly strong. As he evaded the incoming webs, he also had to watch out for the spider silk beneath his feet.

If he got stuck, he would risk losing the match. He could not help but regret not launching an attack first.

He believed Bibi Dong was not an Assault System Soul Master at all. She was clearly a Control System Soul Master—otherwise, how could she continuously spit out so many spiderwebs to bind him?

He kept cursing Bibi Dong inwardly for being so shameless, daring to lie through her teeth. If he had known she was a Control System Soul Master, he definitely would not have underestimated her.

If only he could have attacked first and denied his opponent the opportunity to use such control-type Soul Skills, he was absolutely eighty percent confident that he could win.

Seeing him dodge so miserably, the spectators beneath the arena could not help but raise their hearts to their throats.

They had all bet on Luo Hong to win. If he lost this match, quite a few of them would lose their shirts.

The spectators beneath the arena were no less nervous than Luo Hong himself. Many clasped their hands together, praying for a miracle.

Only Wang Jingyu and Ju Douluo seemed relatively calm among the audience. They both knew that Bibi Dong possessed overwhelming combat power against opponents of the same rank.

Yu Xiaogang, meanwhile, kept cheering Bibi Dong on. He was practically one cheerleader outfit away from personally rooting for her.

Back on the arena, Luo Hong's expression darkened as he watched six or seven spiderwebs flying straight at him.

More and more webs were sprayed out, covering an increasingly wider area. He was completely suppressed and forced into a corner of the arena, trapped like a turtle in a jar.

The ground beneath his feet was covered in spider silk, leaving him almost nowhere to step. If he stepped on the threads and they slowed his dodging speed, the incoming webs would surely wrap him up tight...

A flash of madness crossed his eyes. He intended to make a last stand. No matter what, he was the holder of a Gold Douluo title—how could he lose to this unknown little girl?

In an instant, he unleashed his Fourth Soul Skill: "Silver Wolf Bloodlust!"

After activating his Fourth Soul Skill, his entire body seemed engorged with blood. His crimson eyes fixed on Bibi Dong like those of a starving wolf.