Suppress the White Tiger!

The rules for the Inter-grade Challenge Tournament were quite considerate; at the end of each round, the advancing contestants were granted a full hour of rest.

On one hand, this allowed the contestants to adjust their condition, but on the other, to put it bluntly, it left enough time for the audience to frantically place their bets for the next round.

The moment the first round concluded, Tang Ya and Jiang Nannan rushed into the betting hall in a flurry of excitement.

Looking at the glittering Gold Soul Coin in her palm, Tang Ya couldn't stop grinning from ear to tear.

"We're rich, we're rich! We've made a killing this time!"

After subtracting the five hundred Gold Soul Coin she had borrowed from Mu Guiyun and deducting the platform's commission, she had netted a profit of over three hundred Gold Soul Coin in this single wave!

Jiang Nannan, standing beside her, was also beaming. She hadn't invested much capital, but for someone as frugal as her, this income was a truly substantial sum.

Having tasted success, Tang Ya waved her small hand once more: "Continue! I'm betting everything on Arena No. 4; Mu Guiyun is guaranteed to win!"

Seeing this, after a moment of hesitation, Jiang Nannan not only went all-in with the Gold Soul Coin in her hand but also emptied the small treasury she had been saving for a long time.

"The winner of this match, Mu Guiyun!"

The referee's voice rang out again, though his expression was incredibly strange at this moment.

Even the massive Soul Fighting Arena was permeated with an extremely bizarre atmosphere.

After several rounds of competition, the list of the top eight for the Inter-grade Challenge Tournament was officially finalized.

Other advancing contestants would crush their opponents with overwhelming force, finishing their matches in a clean and decisive manner.

Only Mu Guiyun was an oddity.

Regardless of whether his opponent was a Soul Ancestor or a Soul Elder, he fought back and forth in every match, forcing himself to put on a show of barely scraping a victory.

Even the ordinary spectators without any soul power had completely caught on by now.

This kid was clearly acting!

His strength was ridiculously high, yet he deliberately made the fights look so difficult; even a fool could see that he must have placed heavy bets on himself, and this behavior was purely to keep the odds low!

"Damn it! Refund!"

"Do you have no conscience?!"

For a time, overwhelming curses and complaints swept through the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

Yet, Mu Guiyun was not flustered in the slightest, nor did he care at all.

He casually brushed the dust off his body and walked off the arena stage without looking back.

It was just making money; there was nothing shameful about it!

"Let's leave it at this for now; thirty million is enough."

As Mu Guiyun's true strength was fully exposed, his betting odds were driven lower and lower by the audience, making it less rewarding than simply experiencing the thrill of a good fight.

Furthermore, none of his upcoming opponents were pushovers; they were all geniuses from Shrek, and many were future top-tier elites of the Inner Court.

If he were to accidentally flip his car, Mu Guiyun would want to die.

On the high platform, Yan Shaozhe watched the young man leaving the stage with a carefree air, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"This kid, he really doesn't want to miss out on a single bit of wool!"

Yes, Yan Shaozhe had also placed a bet.

It wasn't just Yan Shaozhe; the other three deans had also placed heavy bets on Mu Guiyun.

After a short rest, urged on by the staff, Mu Guiyun stepped onto the arena stage once again.

When he saw who his opponent was for this round, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.

It was actually her!

Across the arena, the young girl stood with a stunning figure, her soft, ice-blue long hair draped naturally over her shoulders, and an exquisite princess dress perfectly accentuating her slender frame.

A small, delicate crown adorned the top of her head, adding a touch of nobility, while her slender, jade-like hands tightly gripped an Ice Pattern Staff with magnificent carvings.

A cold, biting chill lingered around her, and a lingering sense of loneliness and melancholy hid between her brows, giving her a cold and distant temperament that naturally kept others at a distance.

While Mu Guiyun was sizing her up, Ling Luochen was also quietly observing the young man before her.

Upon seeing Mu Guiyun's outstanding appearance, the girl couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"I can tell that you have been deliberately hiding your strength, but for this match, I hope you will bring out your full power. Otherwise, there is a high probability that you will lose miserably."

"No problem."

Mu Guiyun nodded lightly.

In any case, there was no point in the odds anymore, and he couldn't make money by acting, so he might as well let go and have a good, satisfying fight.

Seeing Mu Guiyun agree with a nod, Ling Luochen revealed a gentle, faint smile.

"Ling Luochen, Level 43 Control-type Battle Soul Ancestor."

"Mu Guiyun, Level 38 Power Attack-type Battle Soul Elder."

Level 38?

Ling Luochen instinctively narrowed her eyes. Looking at the face before her that still held a hint of childishness, the level of importance she placed on him in her heart instantly climbed several notches.

Seeing that both were ready, the referee immediately announced in a loud voice: "Quarter-finals of the Inter-grade Challenge Tournament! Grade 2 Class 1 Mu Guiyun versus Grade 5 Class 1 Ling Luochen! The match, officially begins!"

As the words fell, Ling Luochen was the first to initiate Martial Soul Possession!

The Ice Pattern Staff in her hand erupted instantly with a brilliant azure cold light, and even the surrounding temperature dropped by several degrees.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple!

Four soul rings spiraled neatly behind her.

Ling Luochen's martial soul was the pure Ice Element, a top-tier existence even among high-level martial souls.

"Junior, you should be care... how is this possible?!"

Ling Luochen was just preparing to throw out a few harsh words, but when her gaze swept past Mu Guiyun's back, her entire body froze in place!

Black! Black! Black!

Three pitch-black, ten-thousand-year soul rings were pulsing slowly and rhythmically behind Mu Guiyun, the terrifying aura within them making it difficult for even Ling Luochen to catch her breath!

As Mu Guiyun revealed his soul rings, the Soul Fighting Arena, holding thousands of people, fell into complete, deathly silence!

"F-fake, right?"

"A level 38 Soul Elder with three ten-thousand-year soul rings?! Is this even right?!"

"This is absolutely the most absurd soul ring configuration I have ever seen! Unprecedented!"

"Holy crap, give me a refund!"

Even the big shots on the high platform lost their composure in an instant.

Even Yan Shaozhe, who was usually calm and collected, couldn't help but curse.

"What the hell! What exactly is going on with this kid's soul rings?!"

After months of tireless cultivation, Mu Guiyun's physical fitness had long since improved to a level capable of withstanding ten-thousand-year soul rings.

Coupled with the existence of Sky Dream Ice Silkworm as a soul ring cheat, he had naturally elevated all three of his soul rings to the ten-thousand-year level.

On the arena, the corners of Mu Guiyun's mouth couldn't help but curl upward. The playfulness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by an unprecedented sense of confidence and madness.

The sight of everyone in the audience dumbfounded stirred an unprecedented sense of exhilaration and satisfaction within him.

Since I've transmigrated, if I don't chase girls and show off, wouldn't I have transmigrated for nothing!

The originally clear sky instantly became covered in dark clouds!

Silver-white electric arcs darted wantonly through the clouds, and the deafening sound of thunder made the entire Soul Fighting Arena tremble slightly!

A violent hurricane swept across the arena, making Ling Luochen feel a slight stinging sensation on her skin.

Too terrifying!

This terrifying pressure was simply not something a level 38 cultivator should possess!

High in the air, Mu Guiyun's voice, wrapped in the roar of thunder, resonated throughout the entire arena!

"When the thunder rolls over the dark clouds, when the lightning illuminates the earth!"

"I come with the storm, bringing the wrath of the gods!"

Ling Luochen's internal alarm bells rang wildly. Not daring to hesitate for even a fraction of a second, she simultaneously lit up the four soul rings behind her.

A bone-chilling cold erupted instantly, and layers upon layers of ice walls rapidly condensed around Ling Luochen, protecting her tightly within.

"I! Am the lightning!!!"