One Against Four, Battle Against Shrek!

He wanted everyone to know.

His strength was like a ghost.

Mysterious, powerful, terrifying.

Not like a human.

The registration was completed quickly.

He received his Iron Soul badge.

As well as the registration form for team battles.

In the team name column, he wrote two characters:

Ghost Team.

Members? Only him.

"Are you sure?" the staff member asked, surprised.

"Can't one person form a team?"

Ji Feng countered.

The staff member looked at the four black shadows behind him.

Those four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds sat quietly.

Yet their eyes flashed with the fierce light unique to soul beasts.

"...It is allowed."

The arena rules did not forbid bringing tamed soul beasts.

It was just that very few people could manage it.

That night, in the individual battle division.

"Next match, Ghost, versus, Mad Rhino!"

The host shouted.

Mad Rhino was a level thirty-eight assault-type Soul Elder.

His Martial Soul was the Plate Armor Rhino, possessing astonishing defensive power.

He had already achieved a five-match winning streak.

Looking at Ji Feng walking onto the stage, along with those four soul beasts.

Mad Rhino sneered: "Playing god and acting like a ghost!"

"Match start!"

Mad Rhino launched a charge immediately.

His third soul ring lit up, and plate armor covered his entire body.

He crashed forward like a small mountain.

Ji Feng didn't even move.

He simply raised his hand slightly.

Behind him, the four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hounds growled in unison.

Cyan-black wind blades condensed in their mouths.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Four wind blades shot out in a web-like formation.

They weren't aimed at Mad Rhino, but at his path of advance.

Mad Rhino was disdainful, intending to tank the hit.

But as the wind blades drew near, they suddenly intersected and rotated.

Forming a small tornado barrier!

Caught off guard, Mad Rhino crashed straight into it.

His charge was interrupted, his figure staggering.

At that very instant.

Ji Feng moved.

The phantom of his Hou Yi Martial Soul flashed behind him.

He didn't even activate his soul rings.

It was just an ordinary arrow.

Yet the arrow passed precisely through the eye of the wind.

"Pfft!"

The arrow struck the only gap in Mad Rhino's plate armor.

The armpit.

Mad Rhino let out a muffled groan and dropped to one knee.

The outcome was decided.

The entire arena fell silent, followed by an uproar!

It was too fast! Too bizarre!

The coordination of those four soul beasts was as if they had undergone thousands of drills.

Ji Feng retracted his martial soul and turned to leave the stage.

Leaving behind only the silhouette of a black-robed, ghost-masked figure.

This was just the beginning.

Over the next three days.

Individual matches, 1v1.

Team matches, 1v7.

Under the name "Ghost," Ji Feng swept through the Iron Soul, Copper Soul, and Silver Soul divisions.

His fighting style was extremely unique.

He himself would often only fire a single, critical arrow.

The true core of his attacks was those four elusive Three-Beast Wind Demon Hound.

They were incredibly fast, their wind blades cunning.

They could even combine to execute simple wind-type crowd control.

Opponents were often driven to distraction by the harassment of the hounds.

Only to be finished off by a single arrow from Ji Feng that sealed their fate.

Twenty consecutive wins!

His individual points soared, and his badge progressed from Iron Soul.

All the way up to Gold Soul!

In team battles, the Ghost Team was equally unstoppable.

Although it was only one person, the coordination with the four soul beasts.

Was effectively equivalent to five perfectly synchronized Soul Elder.

They likewise reached Gold Soul for teams!

Yet Ji Feng's Soul Power Level was consistently displayed as level 40.

The name "Ghost" resounded throughout the Soto Great Soul Arena.

Everyone was curious about the face beneath the mask.

As well as the origin of those four rare soul beasts.

In the high-tier VIP viewing gallery.

The members of the Imperial Fighting Team were watching a match.

It was the Ghost Team's 1v7 team battle.

Their opponents were a Silver Soul team composed entirely of Soul Elder.

The battle was a foregone conclusion.

The four Three-Beast Wind Demon Hound partitioned the battlefield.

Ji Feng roamed and sniped, his arrows never missing.

In less than three minutes, the opponents were wiped out.

"Such strong control."

Captain Yu Tianheng said in a deep voice.

He was level 39, with the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon martial soul.

His eye for talent was naturally sharp.

"Those beasts are quite troublesome."

Dugu Yan curled her lips; she was a level 38 control-type soul master.

"His martial soul seems to be of the bow and arrow type."

Shi Mo analyzed, "But we have never seen him manifest his soul rings."

"Just putting on a mysterious act."

Yu Tianheng sneered, suddenly feeling that the black-robed figure.

It felt vaguely familiar.

But he immediately dismissed the thought.

How could it be?

At this moment, a cold, purple figure.

Quietly left the spectator stands.

It was Ye Lingling.

She was a level 35 Soul Grand Master with the Nine-Heart Begonia martial soul.

The support soul master of the Imperial Fighting Team.

She walked through the corridor and arrived at the contestant lounge area.

Standing outside the door of the exclusive lounge for the Ghost Team.

She stood in silence.

She did not knock, nor did she speak.

She simply watched the interior quietly through the gap in the door.

Ji Feng was wiping down his longbow.

His mask lay to the side, revealing his profile.

Ye Lingling watched for a long time.

Her purple eyes remained calm and unruffled.

Only when Ji Feng inside seemed to sense something.

Did she turn and quietly depart.

Returning to the Imperial Fighting Team lounge.

"Lingling, where did you go?"

Yu Feng asked.

Ye Lingling merely shook her head gently.

"It's nothing."

Yu Tianheng did not pay it much mind, continuing the discussion:

"This Ghost, his goal must be the Silver Soul Badge."

"After all, bringing four soul beasts along is just a cheap trick."

"The last time we saw that Ji Feng, he was only level 20-something."

Dugu Yan chimed in, her tone disdainful: "A mere Soul Grand Master."

"He's probably struggling in some corner somewhere now."

The group nodded.

They all remembered the trash who had been mocked by Yu Tianheng.

And ultimately forced to leave.

No one connected Ghost to Ji Feng.

After all, going from a Soul Grand Master to level 39 in just over a month?

And taming four thousand-year soul beasts?

It was a fantasy.

Gold Soul Division, focus match!

Shrek Team, versus, Ghost Team!

The Shrek Seven Devils were all present.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun.

Oscar, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing.

They had just achieved a seven-game winning streak and defeated the top-tier Imperial Fighting Team.

Their momentum was soaring.

Seeing only one person and four hounds on the opposite side.

Dai Mubai laughed heartily: "A one-man team? Arrogant enough!"

"Mubai, be careful."

Tang San warned, his Purple Demon Eye activated.

He kept feeling that there was something off about the man in the black robe.

Especially the positioning of those four soul beasts.

"Match start!"

Dai Mubai charged out first.

His third soul ring lit up: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

He intended to crush this posturing fellow with his strongest stance.

But Ji Feng did not even look at him.

He lifted a finger.

Four *Three-Beast Wind Demon Hound*s lunged out simultaneously.

Yet they did not attack Dai Mubai.

Instead, they split into two groups, bolting straight toward the rear of Shrek!

"Oh no! Protect Ning Rongrong and Oscar!"

Tang San shouted urgently.

But it was already too late.

Two of the hounds spat out wind blades, sealing off their movement.

The other two surged in speed, turning into black shadows.

In an instant, they bypassed the defensive line of Dai Mubai and Tang San.

Ning Rongrong had just raised her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda.

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile, one..."

Before she could finish the incantation, a wind blade flew past her cheek.

The fright caused her soul skill to be interrupted.

Oscar was knocked down by one of the hounds.

Although the hound's claws held back, he had already lost his combat effectiveness.

Two support soul masters, taken out in seconds!

"Bastard!"

Dai Mubai roared, turning back to provide reinforcements.

But Ji Feng's arrow had arrived.

His first soul ring finally lit up.

First soul skill: Punishing Shot!

The arrow was not aimed at Dai Mubai.

It was aimed at the ground beneath his feet.