Karma Fire Phoenix, Five Years Later!

Five years later.

Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, single combat arena.

Blazing Soul Tool lights focused on the center of the arena.

The smoke and dust slowly dispersed, revealing the slender, upright figure of a young man.

He wore a crimson combat uniform and a phoenix mask traced with crimson-gold patterns, exposing only his sharply defined jaw and a pair of dazzling golden eyes.

The young man casually flicked his wrist, and the wisp of crimson-gold flame at his fingertips abruptly went out.

Opposite him, a burly Soul Master had already collapsed to the ground.

His chest was scorched black, thin wisps of smoke rising from it. He had clearly lost consciousness.

The entire arena fell silent for a moment.

Then, the host's slightly shrill voice boomed through a sound-amplifying Soul Tool.

"One strike! Just one strike! Let us congratulate—Karma Fire Phoenix! He has achieved fifty consecutive victories in the single combat arena!"

"Waaah—!!!"

Cheers and applause erupted like a tsunami, nearly lifting the roof off the Great Soul Arena.

"Phoenix! Phoenix! Phoenix!"

The stands instantly boiled over as countless spectators leaped to their feet and waved their arms excitedly.

These fifty consecutive victories carried tremendous weight. His opponents had ranged from Soul Elders to Soul Ancestors.

Yet this mysterious "Karma Fire Phoenix" had remained effortlessly composed throughout. His crimson-gold flames were tyrannically powerful, and to this day, no one had managed to take a second strike from him head-on.

Beneath the mask, the corner of Ye Feng's mouth lifted almost imperceptibly.

He glanced at the opponent being hurriedly carried away by the staff and shook his head slightly.

"Ah... I thought I might find someone worth using as a whetstone."

Four years ago, after Snow Empress captured Ye Feng eighty times in sparring matches at the same level, he had resolutely entered the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

He had thought he would hone himself outside, improve his practical combat abilities, then return and take revenge on Snow Empress.

Who would have thought that after leaving home, he would discover that it simply wasn't raining outside.

In four years, his fifty consecutive victories had become the second-longest winning streak in the Great Soul Arena's recorded history.

He was only five victories away from the all-time record.

At that moment, the host continued to whip up the crowd in excitement. "Unbelievable dominance! Fifty consecutive victories! Contestant Karma Fire Phoenix has shown us what true ultimate fire is! Let us cheer for him once more... Hm?"

Before he could finish, the young man on the arena casually waved a hand in response to the spectators' fervor.

Then he turned around and unhurriedly headed for the contestants' passage.

"Uh... Contestant Karma Fire Phoenix is as... individualistic as ever."

The host gave an awkward laugh and hurriedly patched things over. "It seems our Phoenix cannot wait to prepare for his fifty-first match! Let us look forward to his next performance!"

Inside the passage, most of the noise was shut out.

Ye Feng removed his mask, revealing a handsome face with a hint of sharpness.

Five years had passed, and the little boy from back then had grown into a young man.

He stood tall, broad-shouldered and long-legged. Even his short fiery-red hair had become long fiery-red hair.

His Soul Power Level had also reached level forty. He only needed to obtain a Soul Ring to advance to Soul Ancestor.

"Thanks to the [Upgrade Refund] trait. Otherwise, with an ultimate attribute, leveling up after level thirty would probably take a very long time."

As Ye Feng weighed the bag of prize money in his hand and considered what to eat that evening to celebrate, hurried footsteps sounded from the other end of the passage.

They were accompanied by a familiar, clear voice carrying a touch of spoiled haughtiness.

"Ye Feng! You left without waiting for me again!"

A purple-haired girl came running over, panting heavily. It was Dugu Yan.

Over five years, Dugu Yan had also grown from a little girl into a young lady.

She had an oval face and a willow-thin waist, while her figure had grown increasingly voluptuous. Especially the magnificent curves that prevented her from seeing her own feet when she looked down, clearly displaying her exceptional gifts.

Behind her followed a girl with an icy, snow-like temperament. It was Shui Bing'er.

Compared to Dugu Yan's balanced development, Shui Bing'er's growth had been more concentrated.

Her long, straight legs were as shapely as wine glasses, possessing both a young girl's vitality and the rich softness of a mature beauty.

As for her chest... while it was not as eye-catching as Dugu Yan's, its lines were gentle and graceful, just the right size to fit in one's hand. Wrapped in her academy uniform, it carried a touch of youthful, delicate charm.

Dugu Yan snatched the money bag from Ye Feng's hand and weighed it, pouting. "You won that quickly again? I wanted to place a bet!"

Ye Feng snatched the bag back and said irritably, "By the time you finished dawdling over, the audience would have already left."

"How was I supposed to know you'd finish him off so quickly?"

Dugu Yan glared at him and sighed helplessly.

Over the years, she had gone from a rich second-generation girl to a little rich lady by betting on Ye Feng's victories.

Unfortunately, Ye Feng's odds had later been lowered. Unless she bet on his opponents to win, those fractions-of-a-point odds basically earned her nothing.

"By the way, if Ye Feng wins another five matches, he'll break the Great Soul Arena's record."

Shui Bing'er suddenly frowned. "Will the major powers set their sights on him then?"

Ye Feng shrugged. "Bing'er, has it occurred to you that those powers have had their eyes on me for a long time already?"

In any era, geniuses were targets of attention for all major powers.

As early as Ye Feng's twentieth consecutive victory, several powers had approached him.

But once Dugu Bo stepped forward, those powers instantly gave up on trying to recruit him.

"Tch, you really don't know how to keep a low profile."

Dugu Yan said crossly.

"They're too weak. Is that my fault?"

Ye Feng spread his hands. "Besides, it'd be the same if you went up there."

"Tch."

Dugu Yan curled her lips but did not refute him.

They had clearly all eaten Immortal Herbs, yet in the end, she was still the weakest.

It was one thing that she could not beat Shui Bing'er, since ice restrained her.

But she could not even beat Ye Feng, who was two or three years younger than her.

That thoroughly confirmed her title as the team's bottom rank.

Heaven Dou City.

A round, chubby fat man dressed in earthy yellow clothes had his eyes wide open as he looked around in every direction.

"Wow" and "whoa" kept spilling from his mouth, like a mouse that had entered a rice bin.

Beside him stood a tall, blond young man with handsome features and a lazy sort of pride.

He was currently frowning, seemingly quite impatient with his companion's behavior.

"Fatty, can you stop acting like you've never seen the world before?" Dai Mubai said helplessly.

This fat man's martial soul was clearly famed for its aloofness and nobility, yet he himself was incomparably lustful and sleazy.

"Boss Dai, can you blame me?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes could barely keep up as he pointed at a lavishly decorated restaurant by the roadside. "Look at that building, it's shining with gold! And those Soul Tool lamps—they're brighter than the ones at the Soul Master Hall in my hometown!"

He sniffed, then pointed at a fragrant stall. "What's that smell? It smells amazing! I never smelled anything like it in Suotuo City!"

Dai Mubai rubbed his forehead helplessly. "This is the imperial capital of the Heaven Dou Empire. How can some backwater like Suotuo City compare? Restrain yourself. We're here to register for soul fighting, so don't make fools of ourselves."

If Fatty had not been the only attack-type Soul Master in the academy worth bringing along, he definitely would not have brought him out.

"No rush, no rush. The Great Soul Arena isn't going to close."

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together and chuckled carelessly. "Boss Dai, I heard the girls in Heaven Dou City are especially lovely. Should we..."