This battle had drawn the attention of countless people.
The Soul Arena had specially spent three days renovating the central main stage so the public could come and watch.
At the same time, it had made a fortune from ticket sales.
This was a challenge spanning twenty levels, involving more than a million Gold Soul Coins.
If the Soul Reaper Battle Team won, they would continue their legend and draw even stronger opponents.
If the Soul Reaper Battle Team lost, a Soul Douluo would obtain a massive sum of money, become wealthy, and have an unimpeded path of cultivation ahead.
Meanwhile, every spectator held betting slips in their hands, all seeking profit from victory.
"HAHAHA, I bet ten thousand Gold Soul Coins on Zhou Tianyu. I'll make three hundred Gold Soul Coins afterward. This is fantastic!"
"You only bet ten thousand? I bet over thirty thousand! Making a thousand Gold Soul Coins will be easy."
"Hmph, so what if you have money? I only bet five hundred Gold Soul Coins on the Soul Reaper Battle Team. If they win, I'll earn more than all of you!"
"HAHAHA, are you stupid? A Soul Douluo against Soul Kings—of course the Soul Douluo will win! The difference in strength is right there. I can already see Zhou Tianyu knocking down one of the Soul Reaper Battle Team with a single punch. They're only twelve- or thirteen-year-old kids. How could they possibly defeat a long-famous Soul Douluo?"
"Hmph, you're just jealous that they surpassed you while still in their teens! When you were teenagers, you were probably only Soul Grand Masters. No, no, maybe you hadn't even reached Soul Grandmaster."
"You! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one on the Soul Arena Stage."
"Tch, I can't be bothered to fight you one-on-one. Watch