46. Fifty-three to Forty-two, Victory is Mine!

Ye Qiong stepped onto the stage dressed in a simple black martial arts suit.

Normally, for a Soul Fighting match of this caliber, he should have worn a mask to conceal his identity.

But he couldn't even be bothered to put one on.

Since he, the Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero himself, was making an appearance, why would he need to skulk about in the shadows?

A clean, decisive battle was all that was needed!

His appearance once again plunged the entire audience into shock.

"So young?!"

"Heavens, how handsome..."

Many young maidens and noblewomen stared at Ye Qiong's handsome face, their eyes wide and their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

"Too handsome, what a pity. Why come to a place like this to throw his life away?"

"But, the greater the contrast, perhaps the more he is hiding a powerful strength?"

A gorgeously dressed matron watched Ye Qiong with a hazy gaze, a playful smile curling the corners of her lips.

If he truly hides some astonishing strength, then in bed... wouldn't he be...

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but blush, her legs pressing tightly together.

Among the female audience, some were fluttering with romantic interest, while others wrung their hands in regret.

As for the men, most were either jealous of his looks or shaking their heads in sighs.

Such a handsome young man, truly here just to seek his own death.

"Is this the Group Owner? He's actually quite handsome..."

In the lounge, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling were also stunned by Ye Qiong's looks.

Gray short hair, amber eyes, handsome features, and a composed temperament.

"Quick, quick, record it and send it to the group! Let the others see the Group Owner's true face too!"

The two scrambled to operate their devices, activating the group chat's video recording function.

Although the Group Owner was omnipotent in the group, tossing out all sorts of gossip with ease, could he really handle a fight in reality?

At the betting desk, the odds for Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero versus Evil Fierce God had skyrocketed to an exaggerated one to one hundred.

Before taking the stage, Ye Qiong had calmly pulled out ten thousand Gold Soul Coins and bet them all on himself.

As long as he won this match, one million Gold Soul Coins would be his, meaning he would basically never have to worry about money again.

When he placed his bet, he glanced at the board and found that almost no one had bet on him to win; even if they had, it was just small change of a few dozen or a hundred Gold Soul Coins.

There was no helping it; who would believe a level 42 newcomer could defeat a level 53 Soul King on a nineteen-match winning streak?

On the Soul Fighting Platform, Hu Lie looked at the "greenhorn" with the slender build opposite him, his face full of disdain.

"Truly, any stray cat or dog dares to challenge me now. A life-and-death battle across ranks? Heh, I suppose he's just here to die."

He sneered inwardly; for trash like this, one strike would suffice.

Fifty-three against forty-two, the advantage was his!

The host, Doudou, announced loudly, "The match is about to begin! In this battle, will the Evil Fierce God Hu Lie claim his twentieth consecutive victory, or will the newcomer Galaxy Baseball Bat Hero end his undefeated legend? Let us wait and see!"

The referee entered the arena and blew his whistle with a solemn expression.

"The life-and-death Soul Fighting match, officially begins!"

The entire audience instantly perked up, and even Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling in the lounge subconsciously leaned forward, staring unblinkingly at the arena below.

The moment the whistle blew, Hu Lie immediately summoned his Martial Soul.

A ferocious Tiger Head Broadsword appeared in his hand, the cold, sharp edge radiating from the blade making many in the audience wince.

Tool Martial Soul, Tiger-Slaying Broadsword—grand and imposing, capable of slaughtering fierce tigers!

Following that, five soul rings rose abruptly from beneath his feet.

Yellow! Yellow! Purple! Purple! Black!

"The optimal soul ring configuration!"

"Heavens, with this setup, he could probably even clash with a level 60 Soul Emperor!"

A wave of exclamations erupted from the stands; everyone felt that this battle no longer held any suspense.

However, facing such a formidable enemy, there was not a trace of fear on Ye Qiong's face; instead, he revealed a hint of excitement.

This soul ring configuration was indeed decent, just right for testing his current strength.

Forty-two against fifty-three—this was a tough nut to crack.

So be it. He had eaten poorly cooked fried rice made from garbage before; was he really going to be intimidated by this?

Just do it!

Ye Qiong did not hesitate any longer and immediately channeled his Soul Power.

In an instant, four soul rings emerged one by one beneath his feet.

Purple!

Purple!

Black!

Black!

The moment these four halos appeared, the entire Soul Fighting Arena seemed to have been hit with a mute button.

All the cheering, shouting, and chatter came to an abrupt halt at this very moment.

Time seemed to have frozen.

The host, Doudou, had her mouth wide open, and the Soul Tool megaphone in her hand nearly dropped to the ground.

The referee's eyes widened, and the whistle in his mouth fell to the floor with a "clatter," completely unnoticed.

The disdain and arrogance on Hu Lie's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme shock.

What was he seeing?

The first soul ring was a thousand-year one?!

The second soul ring was also a thousand-year one?!

And the two after that were ten-thousand-year ones?!

What kind of Monster was this?!

The audience stands were in even greater chaos, thrown into a complete frenzy.

Some were so startled they fell straight out of their seats.

Others rubbed their eyes vigorously, convinced they were hallucinating.

"My god! Is this a soul ring configuration a human can possess?"

"Starting with thousand-year rings... two thousand-year, two ten-thousand-year... am I dreaming?"

This simply defied all common sense in the soul master world!

Terrifying!

In a hidden corner of the stands, a youth dressed in green with a noble air watched Ye Qiong below, a deep interest flickering in his eyes.

"Uncle, with such talent, if he wins this battle, I shall recruit him into my ranks. What do you think?"

From the shadows behind him, a hoarse voice replied, "Young Master, you may decide as you please."

On the arena stage, Hu Lie forced down the shock in his heart and spat viciously.

"Hmph, to hell with it! No matter how good his soul rings are, he's still just a Soul Ancestor! I'm a Soul King, why should I be afraid of you?"

Soul King against Soul Ancestor—the advantage is still mine!

Hu Lie hoisted his Tiger Head Broadsword and roared arrogantly, "Kid, what is your martial soul? Hurry up and reveal it, let's get this over with so I can take your life!"

Ye Qiong smiled indifferently and simply extended his right hand, beckoning with his finger.

This provocative gesture completely ignited Hu Lie's fury.

"Kid, you dare provoke me when you're at death's door! Since you're so eager to die, then I'll send you on your way!"

As soon as the words fell, a loud "bang" echoed as the ground beneath Hu Lie's feet instantly cracked.

His burly figure, like a tiger released from its cage, charged straight at Ye Qiong with peerless momentum, brandishing his broadsword.

Seeing this, a playful smile curled the corners of Ye Qiong's mouth as he snapped his fingers.

"Come out! I choose you!"

As his voice fell, a pink fluff-ball instantly appeared before him.

"Mi!"