He wanted everyone to know.
His strength was like a ghost.
Mysterious, powerful, terrifying.
Not human.
Registration was completed quickly.
He received an Iron Soul Badge.
As well as a registration form for team battles.
In the space for the team name, he wrote two characters:
Ghost Team.
Members? He was the only one.
"Are you sure?" the staff member asked in surprise.
"Can't one person form a team?"
Ji Feng asked in return.
The staff member looked at the four dark silhouettes behind him.
The four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds sat quietly.
Yet the unique ferocity of Soul Beasts glinted in their eyes.
"...It's allowed."
The Soul Fighting Arena's rules did not forbid bringing tamed Soul Beasts.
It was simply something very few people could manage.
That evening, in the individual battle division.
"Next match: Ghost versus Mad Rhino!"
The host shouted.
Mad Rhino was a level 38 Power Attack System Battle Soul Elder.
His Martial Soul was the Plate Armor Rhino, with astonishing defensive power.
He had already won five matches in a row.
Looking at Ji Feng as he walked onto the stage, along with the four Soul Beasts,
Mad Rhino sneered. "All smoke and mirrors!"
"Begin!"
Mad Rhino charged at once.
His third Soul Ring lit up, and plate armor covered his entire body.
He came hurtling forward like a small mountain.
Ji Feng didn't move at all.
He simply raised a hand.
Behind him, all four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds growled in unison.
The blue-black wind blades gathered in their mouths.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Four wind blades shot out in a crisscrossing net.
They weren't aimed at Mad Rhino, but at the path he was charging along.
Mad Rhino scoffed, intending to take them head-on.
But as the wind blades neared him, they suddenly crossed and spun.
They formed a small tornado barrier!
Caught off guard, Mad Rhino charged right into it.
His charge was broken, and he stumbled.
In that very instant,
Ji Feng moved.
A phantom of the Hou Yi Martial Soul flashed behind him.
He didn't even activate a Soul Ring.
It was just an ordinary arrow.
Yet the arrow flew precisely through the eye of the storm.
"Pfft!"
It struck the only gap in Mad Rhino's plate armor.
His armpit.
Mad Rhino grunted and dropped to one knee.
The match was decided.
The entire arena fell silent, then erupted into an uproar!
That was too fast! Too bizarre!
The coordination between those four Soul Beasts was as if they'd trained together thousands of times.
Ji Feng put away his Martial Soul and turned to leave the stage.
All that remained was the retreating figure of a black-robed man wearing a ghost mask.
This was only the beginning.
Over the next three days,
individual battles, one-on-one.
Team battles, one against seven.
Under the name "Ghost," Ji Feng swept through the Iron Soul, Copper Soul, and Silver Soul divisions.
His fighting style was exceptionally unique.
He himself usually fired only the decisive arrow.
The true core of the attacks was the four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds, appearing and disappearing like phantoms.
They were incredibly fast, and their wind blades struck from tricky angles.
They could even combine their efforts to perform simple wind-type control techniques.
Their opponents were often harried by the pack until they lost their tempers.
In the end, Ji Feng would settle the matter with a single arrow.
Twenty consecutive victories!
His individual battle points soared, and his badge rose from Iron Soul
all the way to Gold Soul!
The Ghost Team was just as unstoppable in team battles.
Although there was only one person, with four Soul Beasts working alongside him,
they were effectively five Battle Soul Elders working together in perfect coordination.
They, too, reached Gold Soul in team battles!
And Ji Feng's Soul Power Level remained listed as level 40.
The name Ghost rang throughout the Soto Great Soul Arena.
Everyone was curious about the face beneath the mask,
and the origins of those four rare Soul Beasts.
In the high-level VIP stands,
the Imperial Fighting Team members were watching a match.
It was the Ghost Team's one-against-seven team battle.
Their opponents were a Silver Soul team made up entirely of Soul Elders.
The outcome was never in doubt.
The four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds split the battlefield apart.
Ji Feng darted around the field, picking off opponents, every arrow finding its mark.
In less than three minutes, the opposing team was wiped out.
"His control is impressive,"
team captain Yu Tianheng said gravely.
He was level 39, with the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon Martial Soul.
His eye for such things was naturally sharp.
"Those four beasts could be a real nuisance."
Dugu Yan pursed her lips. She was a level 38 Control System Soul Master.
"His Martial Soul seems to be some kind of bow,"
Shi Mo analyzed. "But I've never seen him activate a Soul Ring."
"He's just putting on an air of mystery."
Yu Tianheng sneered, suddenly feeling that the black-robed figure
looked vaguely familiar.
But he immediately dismissed the thought.
How could that be possible?
Just then, a cool, purple-clad figure
quietly left the stands.
It was Ye Lingling.
She was level 35, with the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul.
She was the Imperial Fighting Team's support Soul Master.
She walked down the corridor and arrived in the contestants' rest area.
She stood outside Ghost's private lounge.
Silently.
She didn't knock or say a word.
She simply watched quietly through the crack in the door.
Ji Feng was wiping down his longbow.
His mask lay to one side, revealing his profile.
Ye Lingling watched for a long time.
Her purple eyes remained calm, without a ripple.
Only when Ji Feng inside seemed to sense something
did she turn and quietly leave.
Back in the Imperial Fighting Team's lounge,
"Lingling, where did you go?"
Yu Feng asked.
Ye Lingling merely shook her head gently.
"Nowhere."
Yu Tianheng paid it no mind and continued the discussion:
"This Ghost is probably aiming for a Silver Soul Badge."
"After all, he's got four Soul Beasts with him. It's just a cheap trick."
"Last time we saw that Ji Feng, he was only in his twenties."
Dugu Yan chimed in, her tone disdainful. "A mere Soul Grandmaster."
"Who knows what corner he's struggling in now."
Everyone nodded.
They all remembered the loser Yu Tianheng had mocked,
the one who'd eventually been forced to leave.
No one connected Ghost with Ji Feng.
After all, going from Soul Grandmaster to level 39 in just over a month?
And taming four thousand-year Soul Beasts?
Absurd.
In the Gold Soul Division, the featured match!
Shrek Team versus Ghost Team!
All seven members of the Shrek Seven Devils were present.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun,
Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
They had just achieved seven consecutive victories, and had defeated a top team, the Imperial Fighting Team.
Their momentum was unstoppable.
Seeing only one person and four hounds on the other side,
Dai Mubai burst out laughing. "One person in a team? You've got guts!"
"Mubai, be careful."
Tang San warned him, activating the Purple Demon Eye.
He felt that there was something off about the black-robed man.
Especially the way those four Soul Beasts were positioned.
"The match begins!"
Dai Mubai charged out first.
His third Soul Ring lit up: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!
He was going to crush this poser at his strongest.
But Ji Feng didn't even look at him.
He raised a finger.
Four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds pounced at once.
But they didn't attack Dai Mubai.
Instead, they split into two groups and charged straight for the back of Shrek's formation!
"Not good! Protect Rongrong and Oscar!"
Tang San shouted urgently.
But it was already too late.
Two Wind Demon Hounds unleashed wind blades, cutting off their escape routes.
The other two surged forward, turning into black blurs.
In an instant, they slipped past Dai Mubai and Tang San's defenses.
Ning Rongrong had just raised the Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.
"Seven Treasures turn, and there's—"
She hadn't even finished the incantation.
A wind blade skimmed past her cheek.
Startled, she was forced to interrupt her Soul Skill.
Oscar was knocked to the ground by a Wind Demon Hound.
Though the hound held back its claws, Oscar had already lost the ability to fight.
Two support fighters taken out in a flash!
"Bastard!"
Dai Mubai roared and turned to rush back.
But Ji Feng's arrow had already arrived.
His First Soul Ring finally lit up.
First Soul Skill: Punishing Shot!
The arrow wasn't aimed at Dai Mubai.
It was aimed at the ground beneath his feet.
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