Whose General Is This?

Zhang Fei heard his name and slowly walked out from the passageway.

Light spilled down from the dome, falling across his dark bluish-black combat attire.

The youth had refined features, straight shoulders, and steady steps. Compared to Iron Mountain's mountain-like build, he did indeed look somewhat slight.

Whispers rose from the audience, most of them filled with doubt and disdain.

"Where did this brat come from? Is he even an adult?"

"Probably some noble kid here to experience life. Look at that delicate skin."

"This kid will probably fall apart with one punch."

"This match is in the bag!"

Zhang Fei stopped at one side of the arena, his expression calm.

"Both sides, unleash your martial souls!" the host called loudly.

"Iron Mountain, Ironback Ape martial soul, level twenty-six Grand Soul Master!"

Iron Mountain grinned. After introducing his strength according to the rules of soul fighting, he sneered disdainfully. "Heh heh, little kid, big brother will teach you what real strength is today. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."

Before he finished speaking, he stomped his foot, and two yellow soul rings rose beneath him, radiating brilliant light.

His entire body swelled another size. Brown-black fur covered him from head to toe, while his ape-like arms became as thick as an adult's thighs. His presence was truly intimidating.

"Dragon Travels the World, Golden Dragon martial soul, level twenty-two Grand Soul Master."

Zhang Fei introduced himself according to the rules as well, then smiled provocatively. "Big Brother Iron, don't let your big talk bite your tongue!"

The moment his words fell, a dazzling pillar of golden light shot into the sky from beneath his feet!

"Roar!!!"

A deafening dragon roar resounded throughout the entire venue!

A golden dragon phantom over thirty meters long abruptly unfurled behind Zhang Fei. Its body coiled, its head held high, its pale gold vertical pupils looking down upon the arena.

The pressure of a Sacred Dragon exploded outward as if tangible, sweeping across the entire soul fighting arena!

One yellow and one purple soul ring slowly pulsed beneath Zhang Fei's feet.

The entire venue fell silent.

The host's mouth hung open, and her microphone nearly dropped from her hand. Her beautiful eyes were wide with shock.

The Ironback Ape phantom behind Iron Mountain shook violently, letting out a frightened whimper as it involuntarily lowered itself, as if it had encountered a natural enemy etched into its bloodline.

"A thousand-year second ring?! How is that possible?"

"A dr-dragon martial soul?!"

"Damn! Whose general is this?!"

"Am I seeing things?!"

"Where the hell did this monster come from?!"

It was as though a bomb had been dropped into the stands, and the audience instantly erupted! Shouts of shock and heated discussion rose one after another as the entire soul fighting arena boiled over.

Iron Mountain's face turned pale in an instant, and his legs went weak without his control.

Under that dragon's might, he felt his martial soul wailing, while even the circulation of his soul power became sluggish.

Zhang Fei slowly raised his head. His pupils had already turned into golden slits, a pair of dragon horns several inches long sprouting from his forehead, while fine golden dragon scales covered his arms.

He looked at the host, his voice indifferent. "Can the match begin now?"

The host suddenly came back to her senses, her voice cracking. "Th-the match begins!"

"Roar!" Iron Mountain let out a forced roar, suppressing the fear in his heart as his first soul ring suddenly lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Iron Arm Smash!"

His pillar-thick ape arms carried howling force as they smashed down toward Zhang Fei's head!

This blow was powerful and heavy enough to shatter a massive boulder.

Zhang Fei stomped his foot, and his first soul ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill, Golden Armor Body!"

Golden light instantly covered his entire body. The sheen on his dragon scales became almost tangible as both his strength and defense increased by one hundred percent!

"Boom!"

Iron Mountain's fists slammed hard into Zhang Fei's crossed arms, producing a deep, thunderous impact.

Iron Mountain felt as though he had struck a mountain forged from refined steel. The recoil surged back through his arms, numbing the web between his thumbs and forefingers as his whole body staggered backward several steps uncontrollably!

Yet Zhang Fei did not move an inch, his feet seeming to be nailed to the ground.

"Big Brother Iron, is that all the strength you have?" Zhang Fei lowered his arms, sounding utterly relaxed.

Iron Mountain was greatly alarmed. This youth did not look particularly bulky, so how could his strength be so terrifying?

Unwilling to accept it, a vicious glint flashed through his eyes as his second soul ring lit up.

"Second Soul Skill, Hundred-Forged Steel!"

His muscles swelled again. It was a pure strength-enhancing soul skill that increased his power by one hundred percent.

"Get down!" Iron Mountain roared as he charged forward, his fists like two siege hammers, raining blows wildly upon Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei met him head-on.

He did not activate his second soul skill. He wanted to see just how far he could go relying only on Golden Armor Body and the physique tempered by ice and fire.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dull sounds of flesh striking flesh exploded repeatedly across the soul fighting platform.

The two exchanged more than a dozen direct blows, each impact sending visible shockwaves through the air.

Iron Mountain's fists were powerful and heavy, but Zhang Fei realized that while his opponent's strength had risen, his speed and reaction time could not keep up with that increase at all.

Every punch had an obvious windup, its path straight and simple, without the slightest variation.

As for himself, he had spent years struggling to survive She Long's torment. His reaction speed and agility had improved alongside his strength.

You're too slow, Zhang Fei thought.

During another exchange, Iron Mountain threw both fists at once, leaving his chest and abdomen completely exposed.

Zhang Fei's gaze sharpened as he seized the opening.

He sidestepped the incoming fists, his right fist surging out like a dragon leaving the sea as he drove an uppercut into Iron Mountain's chest and abdomen.

"Bang!!!"

The punch looked casual, yet it precisely struck the point where Iron Mountain's strength flowed.

That massive body was launched straight off the ground, flying more than ten meters before crashing heavily outside the edge of the soul fighting platform with a dull thud.

Iron Mountain struggled to rise, but a violent cramping pain shot through his abdomen, making him bare his teeth as his face turned the color of liver.

Although his soul power had not been exhausted and he still had the strength to fight, according to the soul fighting arena's rules, leaving the boundaries of the platform meant defeat.

The entire venue fell quiet for a moment.

The host's voice soon rang out. "The seventh wager match goes to Dragon Travels the World! Congratulations to Dragon Travels the World for winning his first soul fighting match!"

Zhang Fei stood in the center of the arena as the golden dragon scales slowly faded, his vertical pupils returning to normal and his soul rings retracting.

He waved toward the roaring audience, a faint smile on his lips, then turned and headed toward the competitor passageway.

Zhang Fei went to the front desk to settle his rewards, where the same female attendant was waiting.

The look in her eyes had changed completely. Her respect carried a trace of shyness, and she even secretly glanced at him a few extra times.

"Mr. Dragon Travels the World, congratulations on your first victory." The female attendant handed him a small pouch of gold soul coins with both hands, her voice exceptionally gentle. "According to the wager match rules, the victor receives one point and a reward of ten gold soul coins."

"Thanks."

Zhang Fei took the pouch of gold soul coins, turned, and strode out of the Great Soul Fighting Arena.

By the time he returned to the Crown Prince's Residence, the sun was already slanting westward.

Zhang Fei first gave She Long a brief report on his soul fighting match, then went to Xue Qinghe's study to cheer up the little angel.

He massaged the little angel's hands, kneaded her shoulders, pounded her legs, and conveniently mooched a lavish dinner.