Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena

The carriage rolled slowly along Heaven Dou City's main street. Gu Qingshan lifted one corner of the curtain, his gaze wandering over the shops and pedestrians on either side.

What a lively city!

As the carriage passed a massive building, his gaze lingered.

The building covered an enormous area and was oval in shape, with an open roof. The roar from within could be heard even outside the entrance.

Shouts, cheers, curses, and screams tangled together, forming a thunderous din that sent adrenaline surging and brimmed with raw, savage energy.

Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

After all these years in the Douluo Continent, Gu Qingshan had never once visited a Soul Fighting Arena.

Since they were passing by today, there was no harm in going inside for a look.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, let's go in and have a look."

Yue Guan followed Gu Qingshan's gaze toward the Soul Fighting Arena and smiled faintly. "Your Highness the Holy Son is in fine spirits."

He sighed inwardly. He had been following Gu Qingshan for several years now, yet had hardly ever seen the young man show the sort of emotional ups and downs one would expect of someone his age.

He always wore the expression of someone who wouldn't care even if the sky came crashing down, steadier than a hundred-year-old man.

It might be nice to have some fun at the Soul Fighting Arena. At least His Highness the Holy Son could experience the atmosphere of youth.

Gui Mei said nothing, simply fulfilling his duty as a guard while warily scanning their surroundings.

Yue Guan soon secured a private box on the second floor of the Soul Fighting Arena. It had a great position, directly facing the Soul Fighting Platform.

Gu Qingshan sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, took a Blue Silver Leaf from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and chewed.

Bai Chenxiang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, eyes fixed on the Soul Fighting Platform, eager to give it a try.

She turned to look at Gu Qingshan. Her lips parted, then closed again.

"If you want to go, then go."

Bai Chenxiang's eyes lit up at once.

"Really?"

"Mm."

Bai Chenxiang turned and headed for the door, but after taking two steps, she stopped and looked back at Gu Qingshan.

"Your Highness the Holy Son, if I lose, will I make you look bad?"

Gu Qingshan looked at her with amusement. "You're a little genius, at least. Where'd all that confidence go?"

Bai Chenxiang scratched her head sheepishly. The Speed Clan had suffered so much over the years that she had lost her confidence, too.

A moment later, as the previous Soul Fighting match ended,

the host's voice rang out: "Next up, today's eleventh match: Ma Hongjun... versus... Yan Zi!"

In the private box, Gu Qingshan paused in the middle of chewing his Blue Silver Leaf.

Ma Hongjun? That fat guy from the Shrek Seven Devils? What was he doing here?

Were the rest of Shrek's people here, too?

Soon, both sides entered the arena.

Sure enough, it was that fat guy. His round belly stretched his clothes tight, and his striking red Mohawk made him look rather comical.

The moment Ma Hongjun saw Bai Chenxiang, his eyes went straight to her, and drool trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The beautiful girl before him was tall and slender, with twin ponytails. Her pale green skirt revealed a glimpse of her slim, straight calves.

A sash of the same color was tied around her waist in a bow, cinching her already slender waist until it looked as if one hand could span it.

Good heavens!

Cute and sexy!

That waist was enough to kill a man!

And those legs...

Ma Hongjun felt as if something had struck him right in the heart. He was falling in love.

At that moment, the host announced both contestants' information.

"Ma Hongjun, Martial Soul: Evil Fire Phoenix, Level 36 Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder!"

"Yan Zi, Martial Soul: Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow, Level 39 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Elder!"

A low wave of astonished murmurs rose from the stands. Level 39 against Level 36—the difference was considerable.

But that Evil Fire Phoenix sounded powerful. After all, any Soul Martial Soul with "phoenix" or "dragon" in its name was bound to be formidable.

This match could go either way. It'd be a good one!

Ma Hongjun wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, grinned, and leered at her.

"Little Sister Yan Zi, your waist sure is slim. I could wrap one hand around it."

Bai Chenxiang's brows drew together, and her purple eyes turned colder.

"Fatso, who are you calling 'little sister'?"

Ma Hongjun didn't mind at all. He took a step forward and patted his round belly with his right hand.

"You, of course, Little Sister Yan Zi. Look at you, so pretty—what are you doing in the Soul Fighting Arena? This place is dangerous. If you get hurt, your big brother here will be heartbroken."

Bai Chenxiang frowned even more and glared fiercely at Ma Hongjun.

"We'll see whether your mouth is stronger than your Martial Soul."

Ma Hongjun burst into laughter, honking like a fat duck.

"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

A crimson line of fire shot from Ma Hongjun's palm. It was as thin as a finger, yet its temperature was astonishing; the air warped wherever it passed.

A pair of white wings appeared on Bai Chenxiang's back. Her body left an afterimage where she stood, while her true self had already appeared several yards away.

"Too slow."

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up. "You're pretty fast, Little Sister!"

"Third Soul Skill: Phoenix Wings Soaring!"

Flames gathered behind him, unfurling into a pair of crimson wings of fire.

The wings beat, launching him off the ground. His speed nearly doubled as he arced through the air toward Bai Chenxiang.

Bai Chenxiang's figure flickered across the Soul Fighting Platform. Ma Hongjun couldn't catch her at all.

She was too fast. The second Soul Skill, Bathing Phoenix, couldn't lock onto her.

"Little Sister Yan Zi, don't run!"

Ma Hongjun grew anxious. After all, flying techniques consumed a great deal of Soul Power.

"I'm not running. I'm walking the dog."

Bai Chenxiang's figure came to a stop in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform.

Ma Hongjun's expression changed. His smile froze, and anger surged through him.

"Second Soul Skill: Bathing Phoenix!"

A layer of Phoenix Flame covered his body, greatly increasing his attributes and strengthening the power of his first Soul Skill, "Phoenix Fire Line."

"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"

Ma Hongjun went all in!

One line of fire after another shot from his palm, raining down across the Soul Fighting Platform like a meteor shower and covering nearly every inch of it.

Bai Chenxiang looked up at the lines of fire falling from the sky. Her body spun rapidly in place, her skirt fluttering up with the motion, revealing the long, straight, fair thighs hidden beneath it, smooth and free of an ounce of fat.

As she spun, her body became a blue-green whirlwind, slipping through the gaps between the lines of fire.

One sleeve was scorched, and a few strands of hair were singed, but she had indeed dodged Ma Hongjun's all-out barrage.

Ma Hongjun was breathing hard, sweat beading on his forehead. The fiery wings' glow began to dim.

His Soul Power was nearly spent.

Bai Chenxiang appeared behind Ma Hongjun. Her right foot swept through the air in an arc and struck him in the lower back.

Ma Hongjun's bulky body dropped from the air, slammed into the Soul Fighting Platform, bounced once, then rolled several times and tumbled off the stage.

The referee promptly raised his right hand.

"Yan Zi wins!"