"They're our brothers. What the hell do those people matter?" Oscar said with a laugh.
They would never lump themselves in with people like those. They had all once been gods, after all.
Besides, if possible, having a prince as a friend was far better than being an ordinary noble in the Heaven Dou Empire.
It meant being second only to one, and above ten thousand others.
Dai Mubai, on the arena, didn't care in the slightest that the people of Heaven Dou looked down on him and ostracized him. So what if they recognized him? Once he became a god, he'd make sure to teach this rabble a good lesson.
Looking at the Masked Girl before him, he was just as incensed.
He remembered how, not long ago, a masked girl in the Star Dou Forest had ambushed him and crippled his little brother. He had no good feelings toward masked girls at all—in fact, he wanted to take revenge on them.
"Martial Soul Poss—"
As soon as the match began, Dai Mubai had just started to use Martial Soul Possession when he saw a figure closing in again. He hadn't even finished possessing his Martial Soul.
It was the same move she had used in the previous match.
"My Martial Soul isn't some ordinary War Tiger. Mine is a top-tier Martial Soul!"
Dai Mubai completed his Martial Soul Possession and stretched out his claw. By then, Zhu Zhuqing had already closed in, and it looked as though he was about to catch her.
Close combat was always the strong suit of Power Attack-type Spirit Masters. Once someone was caught at close range by one, it was hard to escape, and defeat was usually the end result.
Then he felt a sharp pain in his knee. The kick left