Ye Qiong made his entrance dressed in an ordinary black outfit.
At this level of Soul Fighting, he should have worn a mask to hide his identity.
But he couldn't even be bothered to wear one.
He, Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero, was here in person. Why should he skulk around with his face hidden?
All he needed was a satisfying fight!
His appearance once again left the audience in shock.
"He's so young?!"
"Oh my god, he's so handsome..."
Quite a few lovestruck young women and wealthy ladies stared at Ye Qiong's handsome face, their eyes fixed on him and their hearts pounding against their will.
"He's so handsome. What a pity—why come to a place like this just to die?"
"But perhaps that contrast means he's hiding powerful abilities?"
A richly dressed woman gazed at Ye Qiong with dreamy eyes, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
"If he really is hiding some astonishing strength, then in bed... wouldn't he..."
At the thought, her cheeks flushed, and she pressed her thighs together.
Some of the female spectators were smitten; others lamented what a waste it was.
Most of the male spectators, meanwhile, were either jealous of his looks or shaking their heads with a sigh.
Such a handsome young man, and he'd really come here to get himself killed.
"So this is the Group Owner? He's pretty handsome..."
In the waiting room, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were also dazzled by Ye Qiong's looks.
Short gray hair, amber eyes, handsome features, and an easygoing air.
"Quick, quick, quick, record him and send it to the group! Let the others see the Group Owner's real face, too!"
They fumbled to operate their devices, starting a video recording for the group chat.
The Group Owner was incredibly capable in the chat, always coming up with all sorts of juicy gossip, but could he really fight in the real world?
At the betting counter, the odds on Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero versus Evil Fierce God had already soared to an outrageous one to one hundred.
Before taking the stage, Ye Qiong calmly pulled out ten thousand Gold Soul Coins and bet it all on himself.
If he won this match, he'd pocket a million Gold Soul Coins. After that, he'd basically never have to worry about money again.
As he placed his bet, he glanced at the board and saw that almost nobody had bet on him to win. The few who had were only wagering a few dozen or a hundred Gold Soul Coins—pocket change.
There was no helping it. Who would believe a level forty-two newcomer could beat a level fifty-three Soul King on a nineteen-match winning streak?
On the Soul Fighting Platform, Hu Lie looked at the thin "greenhorn" across from him with disdain.
"Seems any old stray thinks it can challenge me. A life-or-death fight against someone a whole realm stronger? Heh, he must be here to get himself killed."
He sneered inwardly. Against trash like this, one move would be enough.
Fifty-three to forty-two—the advantage was mine!
Host Doudou announced loudly, "The match is about to begin! Will Evil Fierce God Hu Lie claim his twentieth consecutive victory, or will newcomer Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero end his undefeated legend? Let's wait and see!"
The referee stepped onto the platform and blew the whistle with a stern expression.
"Life-or-death Soul Fighting—begin!"
The audience immediately sat up straight. Even Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Dugu Yan, and Ye Lingling in the waiting room leaned forward without thinking, their eyes fixed on the arena below.
The instant the whistle sounded, Hu Lie summoned his Martial Soul.
A ferocious tiger-headed broadsword appeared in his hand. Its icy edge glinted so sharply that it made many spectators' eyes sting.
A weapon-type Martial Soul—the Tiger-Slaying Broadsword. It struck with sweeping force and could slay a fierce tiger!
Then five Soul Rings rose abruptly from beneath his feet.
Yellow! Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black!
"An optimal Soul Ring Configuration!"
"Oh my god, with a setup like that, he could probably even take on a level sixty Soul Emperor!"
A wave of gasps swept through the audience. Everyone thought there was no suspense left in this battle.
Yet facing such a powerful opponent, Ye Qiong showed no trace of fear. Instead, a hint of excitement appeared on his face.
That Soul Ring Configuration was indeed impressive. It was just right for testing his current strength.
Forty-two against fifty-three. This was a pot of half-cooked rice.
So what if it was half-cooked? He'd eaten nasty fried rice made with garbage. Was he going to balk at a little half-cooked rice?
He'd just have to go for it!
Ye Qiong stopped hesitating and immediately stirred up his Soul Power.
In an instant, four Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet, one after another.
Purple!
Purple!
Black!
Black!
The moment the four rings appeared, it was as if someone had hit the mute button on the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
Every cheer, shout, and discussion cut off at once.
Time itself seemed to freeze.
Host Doudou's mouth hung open, and the Amplifying Soul Tool in her hand nearly fell to the ground.
The referee's eyes bulged. The whistle fell from his mouth with a clatter, but he didn't even notice.
The disdain and arrogance on Hu Lie's face froze, replaced by utter shock.
What had he just seen?
The First Soul Ring was a thousand-year ring?!
The Second Soul Ring was also a thousand-year ring?!
And the last two were both ten-thousand-year rings?!
What kind of monster was this?!
The audience erupted into pandemonium.
Some people were so startled that they fell right out of their seats.
Others rubbed their eyes furiously, convinced they were hallucinating.
"My god! Could a human really have a Soul Ring Configuration like that?"
"Two thousand-year rings, then two ten-thousand-year rings... Am I dreaming?"
This completely defied common knowledge in the Soul Master World!
People were bawling their eyes out!
In a hidden corner of the stands, a noble-looking young man dressed in green watched Ye Qiong below, keen interest showing in his eyes.
"■ Uncle, someone with talent like his—if he wins this match, I'd like to recruit him. What do you think?"
From the shadows behind him came a hoarse voice. "■■, the decision is yours."
On the arena, Hu Lie forcibly suppressed his shock and spat viciously to the side.
"Hmph, to hell with it! No matter how good his Soul Rings are, he's still only a Soul Ancestor! I'm a Soul King—what's there to be afraid of?"
A Soul King against a Soul Ancestor—the advantage was still mine!
Hu Lie hoisted the Tiger Head Broadsword onto his shoulder and shouted arrogantly, "Boy, what's your Martial Soul? Hurry up and show it. Let's get this over with so Grandpa can take your little life!"
Ye Qiong smiled calmly and simply raised his right hand, beckoning him with a finger.
That provocative gesture finally ignited Hu Lie's fury.
"Boy, you're still provoking me with death staring you in the face! Since you're so eager to die, Grandpa will send you on your way!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, a thunderous bang rang out. The ground beneath Hu Lie's feet split apart.
His massive frame charged at Ye Qiong like a ferocious tiger bursting from its cage, his broadsword in hand and his momentum unstoppable.
At the sight, Ye Qiong's lips curled into a playful smile. He snapped his fingers.
"Come on out! You're the one I choose!"
As his words fell, a little pink puffball appeared in front of him in an instant.
"Mi!"
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