The Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City wasn't strict about checking competitors' identities.
As long as they verified your Soul Power Level and you paid the registration fee, you could get a Soul Fighting Badge.
As for a competitor's name, age, or origins, the staff didn't care—and weren't supposed to ask.
Hundreds of Soul Masters registered here every day. Some wore masks, some wore hoods, and some used their Martial Souls to hide their faces. There were all kinds of strange outfits.
The only guarantee the Great Soul Arena offered competitors was privacy—as long as you didn't break the rules, no one would ask about your real identity.
As for the mask, Huang Fei had already prepared one.
On the way to Suotuo City, he'd passed through a small town and bought it at a general store. It was white, with no patterns or decorations, and had only two holes for the eyes.
Once he put it on, it covered his whole face, leaving only his eyes exposed.
It wasn't elaborate, but it would do.
He'd already chosen a code name, too: "Blue Saint."
"Blue" came from Blue Silver Grass, while "Saint" came from Blue Silver Saint Emperor.
The first thing people would probably think when they saw the name was, "A Blue Silver Grass Soul Master gave himself such an arrogant code name." They wouldn't look any deeper.
On the day he registered, Huang Fei changed into a black outfit and fastened the white mask over his face. After making sure it covered his whole face and left only his eyes visible, he pushed open the door to the Great Soul Arena's registration hall.
The staff member behind the window had changed. He was a man in his thirties with a long, thin face and a mole on his