Three Years Later, One Hundred Consecutive Victories

"Monarch! Monarch! Monarch!"

The cries in the arena were incredibly fervent. The spectators watched the black-clad man on the stage with fanaticism, some even tossing handfuls of coins into the air, their eyes filled with madness.

The man wore a black trench coat and stood on the platform with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Most striking of all were his dazzling golden eyes.

Ah, after all these years, my charm still has nowhere to go.

Sure enough, there was only one man in the world capable of acting this pretentious in black—Yun Chen.

"You're the Monarch? I heard you've got quite a reputation, but you're still only a Soul Venerable. I'm a Soul King, and you think you can challenge me?"

Yet Yun Chen merely gave a faint smile. There was a trace of chill in that smile, and cold killing intent flickered within those ever-burning golden eyes.

"Oh? A Soul King?"

"I think you'll die here today."

"Mad Tyrant, kill him! Kill him!"

A spectator suddenly shouted from the stands. Mad Tyrant immediately burst into laughter, his scarlet eyes brimming with bloodthirsty madness as he took a fierce step forward.

At seven feet two inches tall, Mad Tyrant could look down on Yun Chen, who stood only five feet eleven inches tall. Yet Yun Chen was utterly unfazed, simply staring quietly back at him.

"Hahaha, welcome to today's Azure Cloud City Grand Soul Arena! Lord Monarch is an old acquaintance of ours."

"Who on the continent doesn't know that Lord Monarch earned a Gold Soul Fighting Badge while still at the Soul Venerable level? He even made a wager with the highest-ranking officials of the Grand Soul Arena: as long as he achieved one hundred consecutive victories at the Gold Soul Fighting level, he could directly advance to a Purple Gold Badge."

The moment those words were spoken, even fiercer cheers erupted throughout the arena. They shouted Yun Chen's title at the top of their lungs.

"Today is Monarch's hundredth match! As long as he wins this one, Monarch will advance to a Purple Gold Badge!"

"Let us shout his name!"

"Monarch! Monarch! Monarch!"

What followed was a rather boring introduction. Yun Chen gave an unconcerned yawn, which only made Mad Tyrant even angrier. He had not expected this brat to disrespect him so thoroughly.

"Brat, you're dead!"

Mad Tyrant let out a furious roar.

After all, there were simply too few opponents at the Gold Soul Fighting level. Yun Chen had constantly been challenging opponents above his rank, even participating in deadly matches where both sides signed life-and-death waivers.

"Heh heh..."

Yun Chen merely chuckled without replying, continuing as always to act cool and aloof.

"Now, I officially announce: Mad Tyrant versus Monarch! The match begins!"

The instant the match began, Yun Chen's entire bearing changed. Golden energy covered his body like armor, making him resemble a golden king who had stepped out of a divine kingdom.

Behind Yun Chen, brilliant golden light shot into the sky and condensed into the phantom of a majestic, divine golden beast.

This immense beast resembled a male lion, yet it appeared even more agile and ferocious, its entire body covered in thick fur that seemed forged from gold.

It suddenly roared at the heavens, and a terrifying wave of air pressed down upon the entire arena. Every beast martial soul felt an obvious suppression at that instant, and their owners stared at Yun Chen on the stage in terror.

"This... this is the Monarch!"

Even more terrifyingly, three soul rings—yellow, purple, and purple—appeared beneath Yun Chen's feet in succession.

"His third soul ring is already a thousand-year ring? How is that possible?"

"Brother, that just shows how little you know. Why do you think Monarch can dominate every Gold Soul Fighting match? It's because of that soul ring configuration that defies all common sense."

"And his martial soul has an extremely powerful suppressive effect on all beast martial souls. That's why everyone calls him the Monarch."

Mad Tyrant had clearly seen Yun Chen's information before, but now that he was truly standing before Yun Chen, he still felt immense pressure.

He took a deep breath. Years of battle had taught him not to fear danger and to adjust his mindset more easily. Even if a mountain of blades or a sea of fire lay before him, he still had to fight to the end.

"Ah! Kill!"

He suddenly shouted, and the figure of a heavily armored rhinoceros slowly emerged. Beneath his feet, five soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and purple—appeared in succession.

The aura of a Soul King was fully revealed.

Yet Mad Tyrant's expression had turned incomparably ugly. He could clearly feel that his martial soul was afraid, that the urge to flee kept flooding his mind.

And when he met Yun Chen's faintly smiling gaze, fear continued to surge within his heart.

"Fuck your Monarch!"

Mad Tyrant roared. His first and third soul skills lit up simultaneously, and the phantom bull behind him turned dark red before merging with his body.

"First Soul Skill, Rhinoceros Charge!"

"Second Soul Skill, Savage Body Protection."

Two soul rings lit up at the same time as Mad Tyrant charged fiercely toward Yun Chen. An enormous phantom rhinoceros horn appeared before him.

Yet Yun Chen merely stood there without moving. Not a trace of fear showed in his eyes. He remained as calm as ever—calm enough to terrify, calm enough to make others uneasy.

"Fuck you!"

Along with Mad Tyrant's furious roar, the rhinoceros horn expanded several times over, charging toward Yun Chen with a bloodthirsty storm.

"Monarch, dodge! Hurry!"

The spectators kept gasping in shock. Some were already lamenting that their money had gone down the drain for nothing.

Closer. Even closer.

At last, Yun Chen moved. He merely took a casual step forward. An aura as though a sovereign had descended upon the world erupted instantly as Yun Chen completed his martial soul possession.

The true Lion King had descended!

Those dazzling golden eyes now shone like the sun.

Yun Chen merely stretched out one hand and, with a snap, caught the phantom of the rhinoceros horn charging at him. That rhino horn capable of piercing anything came to a halt in his jade-white palm.

The spectators in the stands were dumbfounded. The entire arena fell silent.

Then Yun Chen gave it a light squeeze. With a crack, that supposedly indestructible construct of energy shattered before Mad Tyrant's eyes, as though he had seen a ghost.

"My turn..."

Yun Chen spoke calmly. His voice was not loud, yet every spectator heard it clearly. Mad Tyrant's expression had already twisted, fear, rage, unwillingness, and despair interwoven across his face.

Yun Chen's first soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

"First Soul Skill, Lion Mastiff's Fury."

A 300% boost surged through every ounce of Yun Chen's strength. Yet Yun Chen merely clicked his tongue before his third soul ring, purple tinged with black, lit up as well.

"Third Soul Skill, Blade of Annihilation!"

Yun Chen slowly raised his right hand. A terrifying lion mastiff claw mark had appeared over it, and even more horrifyingly, a trace of dark-purple energy field clung to it.

Without question, it was the power of destruction.

"No... don't! I surrender! Spare me, please spare me!"

Yun Chen's lips curled into a cold smile. This was a deathmatch. Wasn't every fight a struggle to the death? Surrendering was not so easy.

"Die!"

The claw shadow fell. The massive slash severed Mad Tyrant's body into several pieces. Blood sprayed everywhere, leaving several deep gouges across the Grand Spirit Arena's stage.

"Let us congratulate the King on achieving his hundredth victory!"