Feng-Na Team's Goal of Ten Straight Wins, Xue Qinghe's Gaze

Outside the Soul Fighting Arena, Di Tian handed Seven-Colored Cheer Sticks to Bi Ji, Zi Ji, and Xiong Jun.

"Today is the day our mistress and lord achieve their tenth consecutive victory. As their subordinates, we should naturally go support them."

Having finished distributing them, Di Tian explained leisurely.

Over their two-month break, Shen Yifeng and Gu Yuena had already won nine consecutive matches at the Soul Fighting Arena. Today would be their tenth, and their vacation was nearing its end.

"Won't we be discovered?"

Xiong Jun scratched his head, worried that their mistress would notice their presence.

"You big dumb bear, we have an excuse. We'll just say we came to Heaven Dou City for a vacation. Besides, Heaven Dou City is so huge—how could our mistress possibly find us?"

Zi Ji rolled her eyes.

Xiong Jun's worries were unnecessary.

No matter how perceptive their mistress was, she could not possibly discover their connection to their lord. There were plenty of coincidences in the world.

"Let's go. Time to head inside, unless you want to miss our mistress and lord's entrance."

Di Tian called out and led the three of them swiftly into the Soul Fighting Arena.

After the four of them entered, more and more people began filing in. Among them were Yu Xiaogang and Tang San, who had just finished their match and eaten their fill.

Tang San rubbed his round belly and swept his gaze across the surroundings with Purple Demon Eye, noticing the growing crowd.

"Teacher, there are more and more people."

"Of course. The Feng-Na Team has already become the center of attention. Shen Yifeng's Martial Soul has drawn the interest of many people and major factions. They all want to recruit such a genius."

Yu Xiaogang was among them. With his intelligence, only he could teach Shen Yifeng.

During this time, he had almost never left Tang San's side as they watched Shen Yifeng's matches, hoping to understand their fighting style and techniques.

That way, Tang San would have the best chance of defeating Shen Yifeng.

As for recruitment attempts from other factions, he did not care in the slightest.

Even Bibi Dong, who had once shaken the continent, had fallen before his world-shaking wisdom. Shen Yifeng had not even fully matured yet.

"Teacher, it looks like everyone over there has a Support Stick."

"Do we need to cheer too?"

Tang San's gaze settled on the Support Sticks in the hands of the staff at the entrance ahead.

The staff were handing one out to every audience member entering the venue.

Yu Xiaogang glanced over and nodded.

"Yes. If we don't cheer, won't we seem out of place?"

They definitely had to cheer.

The audience gradually entered the arena and began collecting their Support Sticks.

Inside the Soul Fighting Arena, the noise began to swell.

In a private room with an excellent view, Xue Qinghe sat in a chair with his legs crossed, swirling a glass of red wine in his hand.

"It's finally starting. Let me see what this Feng-Na Team is capable of."

He had missed the first nine matches, but he could not miss this one.

The Soul Fighting Arena had done a good job promoting them. The Feng-Na Team's reputation was simply too great, with two Martial Souls no one had seen before.

"Young Master, would you like a Support Stick?"

Pufferfish Douluo offered him a Support Stick glowing with seven-colored light.

"Hm? This thing doesn't suit me."

Xue Qinghe shook his head.

"I think it's pretty good. Joining in with the atmosphere feels great."

Pufferfish Douluo looked at the lively crowd below.

"Let me first see how well those two work together."

At that moment, beneath the arena platform, Shen Yifeng and Gu Yuena had already finished preparing.

"Tenth match, Yifeng. Are you nervous?"

"What's there to be nervous about?"

Shen Yifeng was not nervous at all. His heart was filled with anticipation for the unfamiliar Martial Souls that would appear.

Every match featured some rather unique Martial Souls.

Either it was two agility-attack types, two control types, or some kind of nine-to-one combination.

What was that supposed to imply?

My wife and I are a perfect match.

Whenever he thought about how his wife held him while dodging attacks, that posture was incredibly alluring.

Though logically, she should have been the one doing it, she thoroughly enjoyed that pleasant feeling.

The referee stepped onto the platform and announced loudly.

"Two-versus-two Soul Fighting, begin!

Please welcome the red-side contestants: Qing You, Martial Soul Flame Demon Ape, level twenty-eight assault-type Soul Grandmaster; Shi Lei, Martial Soul Iron Armor Bear, level twenty-seven defense-type Soul Grandmaster!"

The two leaped onto the platform at the same time and summoned their Martial Souls. Two yellow Soul Rings rose around them, their momentum imposing.

They bore the responsibility of ending the winning streak. If they won, they would certainly make a fortune.

Naturally, they had each placed bets.

Both their side and the opposing side had wagered ten Gold Soul Coins each, mainly because they feared losing everything if things went badly.

"Next, please welcome the blue-side contestants: Shen Yifeng, Martial Soul Rainbow Dragon, level twenty-seven support-type Soul Grandmaster; Gu Yuena, Martial Soul Elementalist, level twenty-seven assault-type Soul Grandmaster—the Feng-Na Team!"

As the words fell,

seven-colored wings unfurled behind Shen Yifeng's back as he held Gu Yuena and slowly rose into the air.

Gu Yuena tapped lightly with her fingertips, and countless colored motes of light swirled around them, transforming into flower petals that drifted down from the sky.

The two stepped on the petals and landed gently in the center of the platform.

The entire arena instantly erupted.

"Feng-Na Team! Feng-Na Team!"

The cheers were deafening.

In a corner of the audience seating,

Xiong Jun jumped to his feet in excitement, gripping five Seven-Colored Cheer Sticks in each hand and waving them wildly.

"Go, Feng-Na Team! Go, my lord! Go, my mistress!"

His enormous body blocked the view of three rows of people behind him as soon as he stood.

"Hey! Big guy in front, sit down!"

"You're blocking us!"

The audience behind him shouted in dissatisfaction.

Di Tian hurriedly reached out and pulled him.

"Xiong Jun! Sit down! Don't expose us!"

"Oh, oh."

Xiong Jun sat down reluctantly, but the Support Sticks in his hands did not stop moving. He continued shaking them at high speed.

Bi Ji covered her mouth and chuckled, while Zi Ji leaned against the back of her chair, laughing so hard she could not straighten up.

"Xiong Jun is trying way too hard."

Not far away,

Yu Xiaogang lightly waved his Support Stick, his brow tightly furrowed.

"One offense and one defense—a combination that perfectly counters assault plus support. This match won't be easy to win."

In the VIP private room,

Xue Qinghe set down his wineglass, his gaze falling on Shen Yifeng.

"Rainbow Dragon Martial Soul... interesting."

"This Shen Yifeng is even more special than I imagined."

As colored light flared, Shen Yifeng's hair also turned seven-colored.

"Go!"

After the word left his mouth, Xue Qinghe glanced to the side and found Pufferfish Douluo already holding up a Seven-Colored Stick and waving it.

"Pufferfish, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Pufferfish Douluo froze, then quickly came to his senses. "Ahem, Young Master, I just started waving it without realizing."

The atmosphere was simply too good, to the point that they could hear everything clearly even in their private room.

The sound was far too penetrating, like crashing waves striking the shore, directly battering the soul.

Xue Qinghe rubbed his forehead helplessly.

This made him seem like the only one who did not fit in.

Next came the match.

"Let us look forward to today's match, and to the Feng-Na Team officially achieving the small milestone of ten consecutive victories!"

The referee announced, "The Soul Fighting match officially begins!"

At the betting area, a mature woman in a cheongsam began calling out.

"Come on, come on! A new round of betting has begun! Don't miss it—the odds are very high right now."