The Whole of Suotuo City Was Stirred

The staff member was still staring at Su Mo in utter disbelief.

He looked at the black Soul Rings circling Su Mo, rotating with unhurried calm.

He had worked in this field for nearly twenty years.

He had seen all kinds of geniuses, but he had truly never seen anyone like Su Mo.

Nineteen years old, level seventy-eight, one yellow and six black.

"Um... sir..." The staff member's voice cracked, his final syllable soaring high. "P-please wait a moment. I'll register you right away! Immediately! At once!"

His fingers clattered across the Soul Tool so quickly they nearly sparked. He entered Su Mo's name, age, Martial Soul, and Soul Power Level one by one, cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he feared that this impossibly young Soul Saint might grow impatient if he was even a second too slow.

"S-sir, you've been registered. Here is your Soul Fighting Badge." The staff member handed the badge to Su Mo, then said awkwardly, "But... there's a small problem."

"Speak."

"You're a Soul Saint." The staff member swallowed and chose his words carefully. "Among the Soul Masters currently registered for one-on-one fights at the Suotuo Great Soul Arena, the highest-ranked one is only a level-sixty Soul King..."

"No one can fight me?" Su Mo finished for him.

The staff member nodded frantically, then shook his head just as frantically. "No, no, no! It's not that no one is willing to fight you. It's just that there really aren't any Soul Masters of the same level we can match you with!"

Before Su Mo could speak, Xiao Wu was already unhappy.

She leaned half her body forward, her long scorpion braid slipping down from her shoulder, its tip nearly brushing the staff member's nose. "Hey, hey, hey, did you forget about me?"

Startled, the staff member leaned back. "This young lady is...?"

"I'm a Soul Saint too!" Xiao Wu lifted her chin and slapped a hand onto the counter. "Register me too. Then won't there be an opponent?"

"..."

The entire registration area fell silent for a full three breaths.

The staff member's gaze slowly moved from Xiao Wu's face to Su Mo's, then slowly returned from Su Mo's face to Xiao Wu's. His lips trembled twice, yet he could not force out a single word.

Buzz—

Seeing the doubt in his eyes, Xiao Wu snorted and directly summoned her Martial Soul Possession just as Su Mo had.

Seven Soul Rings appeared around Xiao Wu: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.

"Another... Soul Saint..."

The staff member suddenly felt as though he had lived the past twenty years for nothing.

"Hurry up! What are you standing there for?" Xiao Wu urged, patting the counter again.

The staff member snapped out of his daze and hurriedly said in a trembling voice, "M-miss, please provide your information..."

"Xiao Wu, seventeen years old, level seventy-seven battle Soul Saint, Martial Soul: Soft Bone Rabbit."

Xiao Wu withdrew her Martial Soul and gave her details.

Yet the sight of Xiao Wu releasing her Soul Rings once again stunned everyone in the lobby.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Did these two grow out of the ground or something?

Not long afterward, the door to the supervisor's office on the second floor of the Great Soul Arena was shoved open, and the staff member from before stumbled and crawled inside.

"S-supervisor!" His voice cracked from shouting. "Two Soul Saints! Two of them! And neither is even twenty!"

Supervisor Zhou was a middle-aged man in his early fifties.

"What did you say?"

Supervisor Zhou rose to his feet in shock as well.

The staff member hurriedly explained what had happened.

"Soul Saints... two of them... and neither is even twenty..."

Supervisor Zhou took a deep breath. "Soul Beasts have been extinct for eleven years. How exactly did these two cultivate to this level?"

After his shock subsided, Supervisor Zhou made a prompt decision. "Go. Have them put up an announcement on the Soul Tool Screen in the Central Soul Fighting Arena. Add an extra match tonight—no, make it the finale! Put it as the final match! Release some of their information to build anticipation, and say..."

He paused, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes. "Two mysterious Saints appear in Suotuo; a heaven-shaking showdown not to be missed!"

Very quickly, an urgent announcement burst onto the giant Soul Tool Screen at the Great Soul Arena in the most eye-catching golden lettering, filling the entire screen.

[Major Extra Match! Tonight's finale—victory will be decided!]

[Soul Saint Su Mo (19) versus Soul Saint Xiao Wu (17)]

The moment the announcement appeared, the entire venue erupted.

"Two Soul Saints?!"

"A seventeen-year-old Soul Saint?! No way! I was only level twenty at seventeen, and I'm still freaking stuck there!"

"Could the Soul Tool Screen possibly fake something like this?"

"No, where did they get their Soul Rings? Soul Beasts have been gone for eleven years. Where did they find Soul Rings to reach Soul Saint?"

"..."

Every audience member who saw the announcement was stunned and began discussing it heatedly.

Some believed it, while others did not.

Among them were Oscar and Ma Hongjun from Shrek Academy.

The two of them were also Shrek Academy's only remaining students.

Because Soul Beasts had gone extinct, Dai Mubai had not fled the Star Luo Empire. He was still only a level-twenty Soul Master, so how could he have had the strength to flee to another country?

Since Dai Mubai had not fled, Zhu Zhuqing was even less likely to do so.

Like Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Zhu Zhuqing was currently only a level-ten Soul Scholar, not even a proper Soul Master.

Tang San had been taken to Spirit Hall by Yu Xiaogang.

Xiao Wu had been whisked away by Su Mo.

Thus, Shrek Academy now had only two students: Oscar and Ma Hongjun.

Flender had brought both of them back to Shrek right after they awakened their Martial Souls. Otherwise, after the Soul Beasts went extinct, they likely would not have joined Shrek either.

"Fatty, do you think this is real?"

Oscar stared wide-eyed at the Soul Tool Screen and asked Ma Hongjun beside him.

"It should be real, right?"

"The Great Soul Arena has already issued an announcement. How could it be fake?"

"If it were fake, the Great Soul Arena would lose all its face!"

Ma Hongjun was equally shocked and unwilling to believe it, but he knew that the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena probably would not deceive people.

"Then it's real!"

"Quick!"

"Let's go back to Shrek right now and tell the dean and the others. Let them come see it too!"

Hearing that, Oscar realized he was right and immediately grabbed Ma Hongjun's hand and ran outside.

"Yeah, let the dean and the others come watch too!"

Ma Hongjun agreed.

Many others reacted the same way.

They all rushed out of the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena to spread word of tonight's final match to more people.

Thus, in less than an hour, the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena was packed to bursting.

The central main arena in particular had long since filled up.

Yet many spectators still could not get a view.

The organizers quickly canceled the final matches in the other sectional Soul Fighting Arenas, arranged for those people to go to the other sections, and planned to broadcast the match there through the Soul Tool Screens.

The Suotuo City Great Soul Arena was destined to remain sleepless tonight.

As the match drew near—

"I've been knocking around Suotuo City for twenty years, and this is the first time I've seen a scene like this..."

"Look over there. Isn't that the bishop of the Suotuo City Spirit Hall Branch? Why has he come too?"

"Obviously! A nineteen-year-old Soul Saint—how could Spirit Hall not send someone? Haven't you noticed that group in white robes in the corner? They're all Spirit Hall deacons!"

In the frontmost seats of the audience, the Suotuo City Bishop sat upright. He appeared calm, as though he had merely come to watch a match, but the fingers gripping the armrest beneath his sleeve trembled faintly.

He had already sent out an urgent document that afternoon. Judging by the time, it should arrive in Spirit City tomorrow.

He truly had not expected that after leaving the Suotuo City Spirit Hall Branch, Su Mo would actually come to compete at the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena.

He wanted to stop him, but did not dare, afraid of angering Su Mo.

Besides, with things having reached this point, even if he wanted to stop it, he no longer could.

He knew that after tonight,

the whole of Suotuo City, the entire Balak Kingdom, would learn that two young people had broken through to Soul Saint at the age of nineteen.

Yes, two of them.

Only after receiving the news did he learn that Xiao Wu, who was with Su Mo, was also a Soul Saint.

The bishop suppressed the turbulent, complicated emotions in his heart and stared unblinkingly at the center of the Soul Fighting Platform.

On the Soul Fighting Platform, the light barrier gradually lit up. A transparent curtain of light covered the entire platform like a gigantic inverted bowl.

The host walked toward the center of the platform, and the Amplifier Soul Tool carried his slightly excited voice throughout the venue.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight's grand finale! Two unbelievably young Soul Saint powerhouses will bring us a showdown of the century!"

He abruptly swept an arm downward.

"Su Mo, level seventy-eight Soul Saint! Versus Xiao Wu, level seventy-seven Soul Saint!"