"Want to know where our Soul Rings came from?"
Su Mo's voice carried through the Amplifier Soul Tool, reaching every corner of the Great Soul Arena with perfect clarity.
The entire venue fell silent.
Thousands of eyes locked onto Su Mo, who stood on the Soul Fighting Platform with a microphone in hand. Even their breathing unconsciously softened.
Those who had struggled at their bottlenecks for eleven long years, those Soul Masters who had gone from youths to young adults, from young adults to middle age—all of them held their breath, terrified of missing even a single word.
Su Mo swept his gaze across the crowd, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
"Our Soul Rings weren't obtained by hunting Soul Beasts. Soul Beasts are extinct, so where would we even hunt them?" His tone was as casual as if he were discussing something trivial, yet people below the stage were already holding their breath, afraid of disturbing him.
They had already sensed something.
"And it isn't some Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Transformation either. My Martial Soul is a sword. Have any of you ever seen a Soul Beast that grew into a sword?"
Su Mo continued.
A restrained, nervous ripple of laughter rose from the audience.
But it quickly quieted again.
"Then... then your Soul Rings..." The host asked Su Mo on behalf of everyone, his voice trembling. "Where exactly did they come from?"
Su Mo glanced at him, his expression calm.
"I condensed them myself."
Four words drifted lightly through the air.
Then the entire Great Soul Arena exploded.
Boom—!
The roar of thousands erupting at once nearly blew the roof off the Soul Fighting Arena.
Screams, cheers, incredulous questions, and the sobbing wails of people whose emotions had finally burst through after eleven years of suppression—all the sounds