" Zeng Feng and the Mad Dog!"
Those around him hesitated upon hearing this, but ultimately offered a reminder, albeit very cautiously.
"Manager, Wang Sheng is only at the Iron Soul Fighting level right now, while Zeng Feng and Mad Dog are at the Silver Soul Fighting level. It's not easy to arrange things between them!"
While saying this, he was thinking to himself, "Manager, what's going on now! Zeng Feng and Mad Dog are the strongest Spirit King at the Silver Soul Fighting level in the Soul Fighting Arena. They're only two or three more Soul Fighting away from advancing to the Gold Soul Fighter level. Especially that Mad Dog, he fights like he has no regard for his life."
The manager, however, seemed unconcerned. "Then we'll arrange a special event for them. It's no big deal; after all, geniuses are always given special treatment."
"Fine! You're in charge, you make the decisions, whatever makes you happy!"
As a subordinate, it's enough to offer suggestions; whether or not they are listened to is a matter for the superior to consider.
In the Carefree Tavern, a very handsome and elegant man, resembling a scholar, was drinking and watching several songstresses perform their dances.
That was incredibly dashing.
At this moment, a man walked in and said very respectfully, " Zeng Feng, our manager invites you in!"
Zeng Feng was somewhat surprised. He knew that people at his level usually wouldn't come looking for him at this hour; after all, it was already past ten o'clock at night!
Even if there are arrangements, they are usually made a day in advance.
Therefore, the current situation is somewhat abnormal.
He frowned, puzzled yet curious. "Oh? What's going on?"
"Haha, Brother Zeng, to tell you the truth, I'm wondering about it too! But I did some research, and it seems to be related to a genius. I think you'll be interested!"
A strange smile appeared on Zeng Feng's face, "Oh, a genius? A genius who can make the steward make an exception? Interested!"
Sure enough, he became interested, because he was also a genius who had made an exception for the manager, and geniuses often have a competitive spirit towards other geniuses of the same level.
Meanwhile, inside the Supreme Casino, a man with an arrogant expression was casually gambling at the gambling table.
Unfortunately, his luck was clearly not good today; he lost a lot of money, but he didn't seem to care at all.
The chips on the table are gone again.
He yelled, "Give me another ten thousand chips!"
A henchman immediately ran over. "Dog, you've already lost quite a bit. Put in another ten thousand..."
Mad Dog said nonchalantly, "I only owe you fifty or sixty thousand? No big deal, I'll get it all back in one Soul Fighting."
The foreman immediately nodded in agreement. "That's right, with your strength, 50,000 or 60,000 is nothing."
However, the leader's eyes flashed, a cold glint hidden deep within them, as he thought to himself, "You're so arrogant! You really think you're invincible in the Soul Fighting Arena? If you lose even once, I'll make sure you never recover."
Of course, this was what he was thinking, but he dared not and could not say anything openly. After all, this person was considered one of their major clients, and had given them a considerable amount of money recently.
So he immediately turned to his underlings and said, "Come on, give Dog Master another ten thousand chips."
"Forget about the chips!" Just then, someone walked over and stopped him.
When Mad Dog saw this person, he didn't mention the chips again.
Some people found it strange and said, "You need something from me? And it's so little!"
"Manager, I need to see you."
Mad Dog laughed upon hearing this, "Hahaha, well, I guess they've arranged Soul Fighting!"
Then, turning to the casino foreman, he said, "Look, I'll be right back! The money's here! I'll just take a quick stroll around the Soul Fighting Arena and it'll be back! Not only will I pay back the casino's money, I'll have extra too! So hurry up and get the chips ready, I'll be back to gamble later!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Mutou immediately smiled and nodded in agreement, "That's right, that's right! In the Soul Fighting Arena now, who doesn't know the name of yours, Dog Master!"
"Hahaha!"
Amidst wild laughter, Dog left the casino.
Little Mu watched his departing figure and sneered. Many people have enjoyed a moment of glory in the arena, but how many can remain glorious forever?
A person who doesn't know how to restrain themselves will eventually come to a bad end.
The foreman immediately said to the men beside him, "Go, let Fourth Master Jin go with him. If he's unlucky... hehe!"
"Brother, isn't that unnecessary? It's not like this usually..."
The foreman glared at him. "You don't know anything! Have you ever seen Soul Fighting arranged in advance? Besides, with this Mad Dog's reputation and strength, Soul Fighting is always scheduled in advance. You don't just call people over at the last minute! Do you think he's some Tom, Dick, or Harry who's only at the first or second ring level?"
Finally, he said meaningfully, "This time, it seems we've encountered a real opponent. Anyone who can make the manager make an exception is definitely a master. Whether it's Mad Dog or Dead Dog next is hard to say. After all, given his fighting style, the opponent will definitely not hold back; it'll be either dead or crippled!"
The younger brother immediately nodded and flattered, "Brother, you're the wise one!"
The foreman glanced at him and said arrogantly, "I've been around here for years. If I didn't even understand this much, would I be your brother?... Go and inform Fourth Master Jin!"
An hour later, in a very special venue, a host slowly walked up.
"Everyone, I'm your host, Lin Haihai! Today, we're having a special Soul Fighting here, featuring Zeng Feng, one of the strongest Spirit King in our Soul Fighting Arena, a powerhouse just one step away from becoming Gold Soul Fighter Master."
"And the other one is a Spirit King at the Iron Soul Fighting level!"
"At this point, I'm sure everyone is very curious as to why we arranged for a Spirit King to fight Zeng Feng. After all, this is a special Soul Fighting Arena, and the guests present are all wealthy, noble, and influential figures."
That's right, in this Soul Fighting Arena, there are only a dozen or so private rooms for the audience.
It's clearly made specifically for important people.
The host continued, "I'll keep you in suspense for now. You'll all find out when they come up. But they definitely won't disappoint!"
"Now, let's invite Zeng Feng, the Silver Soul Fighting, to take the stage."
Zeng Feng walked onto the stage with an air of arrogance, holding a fan in his hand and fanning himself in a pretentious manner.
Wang Sheng, watching from below, couldn't help but twitch his face.
However, when his gaze fell on the fan in Zeng Feng's hand, his pupils involuntarily contracted.
" Martial Soul? It's actually a fan-type Martial Soul, that's really rare. No, I should say, this is the first time I've seen one since I came to this world!"
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