Second Arena Match, Qian Xunji VS Zhongli Wu

Time slipped away in the blink of an eye.

Bibi Dong was busy summoning the entire Elder Hall to flatten Shrek Academy.

Meanwhile, the second arena match had already quietly begun.

Su Yu had waited a week and could finally fleece the system for rewards again.

[Second individual match random matchmaking!]

[Two participants successfully locked.]

[Level 98 Holy Spirit Cult leader Zhongli Wu VS Level 95 Qian Xunji.]

[Friendly reminder: Everyone can place bets on this arena match, including but not limited to soul power, soul bones, lifespan...]

The Heavenly Ranking announced the information for the second match.

It was like a deep-sea bomb, instantly detonating discussions across the entire continent.

First, there were the participants!

People might not be very familiar with the Holy Spirit Cult leader, Zhongli Wu.

But Qian Xunji was a legendary figure.

As the former leader of Martial Soul Hall, who didn't know him? Who hadn't heard of him?

For such a figure to participate was a massive sensation in itself.

Yet, what was most surprising was not Qian Xunji's identity.

What was most shocking was that Qian Xunji had been dead for over a decade.

To be summoned now to participate in an arena match was simply miraculous.

Secondly, besides the shocking participants, everyone could participate in betting this time.

This made many people restless.

As everyone knows, the essence of humanity is being a degenerate gambler.

Soul power, soul bones, lifespan... everything could be used for betting.

Once a bet succeeds, it's like turning a bicycle into a motorcycle.

Who wouldn't want to get rich overnight?

Just imagine, an ordinary person works hard for several years just to increase their soul power by one level.

Yet some people could rely on gambling to gain what others spent years striving for.

How could this not make people jealous and tempted!

Now, this opportunity was placed right in front of them.

The vast majority of people would give it a try.

"System, you are truly wicked!"

"Knowing you can't get the better of me, you want to drag others into the water, right?"

Su Yu looked at the system's flashy operations, feeling somewhat helpless.

As a transmigrator, Su Yu knew the past and the present.

He had absolute confidence in every bet.

But others lacked Su Yu's god-like perspective and had no idea who would win or lose.

Once they participated in betting, it was a matter of life and death, wealth and poverty—winning or losing depended entirely on luck!

However, the lives of others had nothing to do with Su Yu.

If they lost everything, they deserved it.

After all, there is no such thing as a free lunch.

To win the system's rewards, one must be prepared to lose everything first.

"Come to think of it, isn't the Holy Spirit Cult too miserable?"

"First Ye Xishui faced Qian Daoliu, and now it's Zhongli Wu against Qian Xunji."

"This is practically being targeted!"

Su Yu silently sympathized with the Holy Spirit Cult for three seconds.

With the strength of Ye Xishui and Zhongli Wu, the number of existences today that could pose a threat to them did not exceed the count of one hand.

In other words, the win rate for both of them was at least 90%.

Yet, they were just unlucky.

The opponents they encountered happened to be among that handful.

This left Su Yu not knowing what to say.

Perhaps the Holy Spirit Cult had done too many evil deeds and was suffering retribution.

Otherwise, Su Yu truly could not fathom why the opponent was so unlucky.

For this arena match, Su Yu once again went all-in on Qian Xunji.

This required no consideration at all.

Do not look at Qian Xunji's track record, which was incredibly pathetic.

He was counter-killed by Tang Hao despite a three-on-one advantage.

Yet, the Six-Winged Angel happened to be the natural counter to Zhongli Wu.

As an Evil Soul Master, Zhongli Wu was destined to never defeat an Angel Martial Soul.

The only way Su Yu could imagine Qian Xunji losing was through a rigged match.

Of course, Su Yu believed the system would certainly not resort to such underhanded tactics.

Martial Soul Hall...

Seeing Qian Xunji's name appear for the second arena match, Bibi Dong immediately lost her composure.

"Damn it!"

"How could this guy be selected!"

Bibi Dong's expression turned ugly.

She was terrified that Qian Xunji might say something detrimental to her during the arena match.

Bibi Dong was even more afraid that Qian Xunji would seek revenge against her.

Although her current strength was more than enough to crush Qian Xunji, he had Qian Daoliu behind him, along with the entire Angel Clan and the Worship Hall.

No matter how strong Bibi Dong became, she was not yet powerful enough to contend with Qian Daoliu or the Worship Hall.

The reason Bibi Dong had exercised restraint all these years and had not destroyed the Angel Clan was precisely because she feared Qian Daoliu.

What's more, the current Qian Daoliu had even become a deity.

In front of Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong was no more than an ant.

"All are ants beneath the gods"—this saying was not an exaggeration in the slightest.

At this moment, Bibi Dong's mind was in turmoil.

Her head was filled with thoughts of what kind of retaliation Qian Xunji might unleash.

As she pondered, Bibi Dong's body began to tremble involuntarily.

She did not even have the heart to consider placing a bet.

Worship Hall...

Qian Daoliu looked up at the arena in the void, his eyes slightly reddened.

As a centenarian, Qian Daoliu had long grown accustomed to life and death.

But about to see his deceased son again, even someone as strong as Qian Daoliu could not remain calm.

That was his son, his own flesh and blood.

How could Qian Daoliu not care?

Aside from the incident where Qian Xunji forced himself upon Bibi Dong, which had disappointed Qian Daoliu, he was, for the most part, a qualified son and a competent Pope.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

Ning Fengzhi gathered with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo to discuss who they should bet on.

As a businessman, how could Ning Fengzhi possibly miss out on such a gambling opportunity?

Investing was what Ning Fengzhi did best.

"Uncle Sword, Uncle Bone, in your opinion, who will win and who will lose this battle?"

Ning Fengzhi actually already had the answer in his heart.

But to show respect to Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, he still humbly asked them for their input.

"Fengzhi, the outcome of this battle is clear to everyone; naturally, we should bet on Zhongli Wu," Sword Douluo said confidently.

As everyone knew, at the level of a Title Douluo, the gap in soul power at every single rank was like a chasm.

In his prime, Qian Xunji was only at level 95.

Yet, Zhongli Wu was a level 98 Super Douluo.

There was a full three-rank gap in soul power between the two.

By all logic, Qian Xunji was destined to lose.

Of course, it is not as if Douluo Continent lacks geniuses capable of fighting across ranks.

If a Spirit Master is monstrous enough, even if their opponent is a full major realm higher, there is still a possibility of victory.

Therefore, determining the outcome based solely on spirit power is not accurate.

But Qian Xunji does not belong to the ranks of geniuses.

Back in the day, Qian Xunji, even with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo in tow, could not defeat a Tang Hao who had just stepped into the Title Douluo realm.

This is enough to show that Qian Xunji was merely a mediocre Title Douluo.

He possessed absolutely no ability to fight across ranks.

Therefore, as long as they bet on Zhongli Wu, they would certainly succeed.

"Not bad!"

"I hold the same view!"

Bone Douluo chimed in.

In his eyes, this battle had no suspense at all.

It was not as if they had never witnessed Qian Xunji's strength.

Back when Qian Xunji was still alive, they had dealt with him many times.

They knew exactly how strong—or weak—Qian Xunji was.