Great Soul Arena

She Long watched the spear techniques Jun Xuehan displayed and nodded slightly. Although he was only using some basic spear techniques, he had been practicing the spear for a short time. Being able to use the basics so smoothly and fluidly was already considerable progress.

After watching for a while, She Long offered a few pointers before leaving directly, without staying to continue watching. Jun Xuehan, meanwhile, continued practicing his spear with no intention of stopping.

As the sky gradually darkened, Jun Xuehan recalled his Martial Soul, returned straight to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began Meditative Cultivation.

The next morning, after completing his usual Morning Training, Jun Xuehan left the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace through the secret passage with She Long and headed toward the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

Before long, the two arrived before a magnificent building. The Great Soul Arena was elliptical in shape and stood one hundred and twenty meters tall. It contained one Main Soul Arena and twenty-four subsidiary Soul Arenas, capable of accommodating sixty thousand people at once, including one hundred VIP Boxes.

As they entered the Great Soul Arena, She Long explained the situation inside.

She Long had rented a VIP Box in the Great Soul Arena, where they could clearly see everything happening in the Soul Arena. Staff members nearby brought over Pastries and tea, placing them on the table in the Private Room.

"Xuehan, you can clearly see the matches in the Soul Arena from here. The Young Master's training plan for you includes watching Spirit Arena Matches here and participating in one if possible. You can watch the matches first, then decide whether you want to take part. After all, you're still too young. If you enter a match, it will be a match beyond your level—in other words, your opponents will be at least Soul Grand Masters." She Long explained in detail, then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

"Alright. Thank you, Uncle She Long." Jun Xuehan answered in a somewhat cool voice, then began carefully watching the match in the Soul Arena.

Two Level 30 Soul Elders were currently fighting in the Soul Arena. Both were Assault System Battle Soul Masters, and every move they made was a blow-for-blow attack, or a collision between soul skills.

As Jun Xuehan watched the match, his silver eyes gradually lit up. At times, they held contemplation; at times, understanding; at others, deep thought. He watched with great interest.

Because he felt that the Great Soul Arena was practically made for him.

With his Photographic Memory, he could easily remember the methods of attack used by the two fighters in the Soul Arena. He could then simulate an environment in his mind and consider how he would perfectly evade their attacks if he faced them himself, or how he could launch his own counterattack while defending.

By the time their Spirit Arena Match ended, it was practically equivalent to Jun Xuehan having fought a Spirit Arena Match against both of them himself. Though it could not be as rigorous as actual combat, the experience and techniques he gained were real enough.

Moreover, as long as he remembered their moves, Jun Xuehan could sift through them in his mind to determine which aspects were useful to him and could be incorporated into his own fighting techniques.

As time passed, Jun Xuehan, having watched seven Spirit Arena Matches, suddenly rose to his feet and walked over to She Long. "Uncle She Long, I want to participate in a Spirit Arena Match!"

Hearing the firmness beneath Jun Xuehan's cool voice, She Long opened his eyes and nodded lightly. "Since you've made up your mind, I'll take you to register. But the Spirit Arena Match you're participating in will be above your level, so even if you lose, it would be perfectly understandable."

Jun Xuehan looked at She Long. "Uncle She Long, perhaps you're worrying too much. It isn't that I can't accept failure. If I truly lose, as long as I can identify my shortcomings and make up for them, wouldn't that also count as a kind of success?"

She Long smiled. "Haha, it seems I really was worrying too much. It's good that you have such a mindset. I'll take you to register."

The two left the VIP Box and went directly to the registration area. After filling out his name, codename, age, Martial Soul, and other information, Jun Xuehan received an iron Soul Arena Badge.

The staff member in charge of registration saw Jun Xuehan's appearance, and his eyes immediately brightened. He reminded him, "Little brother, you're too young. You should wait until you become a Soul Grandmaster before coming to participate in Spirit Arena Matches."

However, Jun Xuehan seemed not to have heard him. After giving a slight nod, he followed She Long back toward the Private Room.

The staff member did not pay it much mind. He looked over the information Jun Xuehan had submitted, and when he saw the two words written as his codename—White Dragon—he could not help muttering to himself, "Such an adorable little brother... How could his family let him participate in Spirit Arena Matches? I really don't know what they were thinking."

After returning to the Private Room, Jun Xuehan sat in his chair and quietly watched the matches in the Soul Arena. Of course, while watching, he was also waiting for his own match to arrive.

She Long, meanwhile, continued sitting in his chair with his eyes closed. He had no desire whatsoever to watch such matches. After all, a Titled Douluo already stood at the very peak of the pyramid.

After a match in the Soul Arena ended, the host's voice suddenly rang out. "The next contestants are White Dragon and Tyrant Dragon. Please welcome both competitors into the arena."

The instant She Long heard this, his eyes flew open, and he looked down toward the Soul Arena. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Tyrant Dragon... could it be the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the world's number one Beast Martial Soul? Xuehan's first opponent is a member of the Upper Three Sects. This truly isn't good news."

Looking at Jun Xuehan, who was preparing to leave, She Long reminded him, "Xuehan, if you truly can't win, admit defeat to the referee. If I'm not mistaken, your opponent is from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, whose Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is known as the world's number one Beast Martial Soul."

Jun Xuehan paused. "We haven't fought yet, so the outcome is still uncertain. When I truly can't defeat him, I'll consider it."

The world's number one Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon... That title seemed somewhat undeserved, didn't it? In this world, the Dragon God was the ancestor of the Dragon Race, while his Silver Dragon King Martial Soul had split off from the Dragon God. If one were to count it properly, his Silver Dragon King Martial Soul could also be considered ancestral in rank. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was, at most, a Sub-Dragon Species.

So no matter how one looked at it, his Silver Dragon King was countless levels above the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.