Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena

Before long, the dishes Chen Xi and Yang Wushuang had ordered were brought over by the staff.

Chen Xi picked up his bowl and chopsticks. After taking a bite, his dark purple eyes brightened slightly. Looking around at the restaurant's surroundings, he felt that the saying "you get what you pay for" was indeed true.

In terms of flavor alone, the dishes made in the restaurant really were tastier than those from roadside stalls.

A while later.

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Chen Xi followed Yang Wushuang out of the restaurant and headed for the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.

After passing through a bustling street, a magnificent building appeared before Chen Xi. From the outside, the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena was roughly oval-shaped and stood about a hundred meters tall.

Upon entering the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena and seeing its rather luxurious overall layout, Chen Xi's gaze continuously swept over his surroundings.

Meanwhile, Yang Wushuang began introducing Chen Xi to the arena's general layout and facilities.

Through Yang Wushuang's introduction, Chen Xi learned that the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena had one main spirit arena and twenty-four subsidiary spirit arenas, capable of accommodating nearly tens of thousands of spectators at the same time.

There were also nearly a hundred VIP private rooms. Those who could enter the noble private rooms needed not only strength, but also status and background.

After gaining a basic understanding of the spirit arena, Chen Xi followed Yang Wushuang to the spectator stands to watch the matches.

They sat down in a corner of the spectator stands.

Chen Xi turned his gaze toward the spirit fighting platform and saw two three-ring Soul Elders currently competing there.

As he watched the match on the platform, Chen Xi put himself in one of the competitors' shoes. While facing the other's attacks, he simulated in his mind how he would deal with them if it were him.

Or whether there was a better way to counterattack.

For a time, Chen Xi watched with great interest.

It was not until the match ended that Chen Xi reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"Uncle Yang, please take me to register."

"I want to try fighting other people too, and gain some practical combat experience along the way."

An eager gleam appeared in Chen Xi's eyes.

"Alright. Uncle Yang will take you."

Yang Wushuang rose from his seat and led Chen Xi toward the registration area.

Registration for spirit fighting was very simple. One only needed to fill out a form listing their name, age, martial soul, and codename, then pay ten Gold Soul Coins to receive their own iron spirit fighting badge.

The codename Chen Xi wrote down was: Feather Pen.

After registering, Chen Xi followed Yang Wushuang to the spirit fighting match queue. Once he registered there, he only had to wait for the match to officially begin.

Looking at the codenames in the queue, Chen Xi eagerly anticipated who his first opponent would be.

After returning to the spectator stands with Yang Wushuang, Chen Xi watched the matches in the arena while waiting for his own to begin.

The match in the spirit arena ended.

The host's voice rang out across the venue.

"Next, please welcome the contestants: Feather Pen and Thunder. Both contestants, please enter the arena."

As soon as the words fell.

Hearing his codename, Chen Xi rose from his seat and headed toward the contestants' passageway.

Walking out of the passageway and onto the spirit fighting platform, Chen Xi looked at the young man standing before him. His dark purple eyes narrowed slightly on their own.

The youth before him was tall and slender, with handsome features, yet his face was devoid of expression. He wore the blue attire of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, giving off a simple yet dangerous impression.

"Why is it a child?"

There was a trace of arrogance in the youth's voice as he looked down at Chen Xi. His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of disdain appeared in his eyes.

"My name is Yu Tianheng. Martial soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Two-ring Soul Grandmaster."

"You make the first move. I'll give you a chance to attack."

Yu Tianheng clasped his hands behind his back and quietly watched Chen Xi.

Hearing the arrogance in Yu Tianheng's voice and seeing the disdain in his eyes, Chen Xi ground his back teeth together. He looked somewhat unhappy, but out of politeness and according to the rules of the Soul Master world, he still stated the basic information of his martial soul.

"Martial soul: Pen of Destiny. Two-ring Soul Grandmaster. Please enlighten me."

Chen Xi summoned his martial soul, the Pen of Destiny. One yellow and one purple spirit ring flashed continuously beneath his feet.

"Two-ring Soul Grandmaster?"

Yu Tianheng was briefly taken aback, but when he saw Chen Xi's spirit ring configuration, caution gradually appeared in his eyes.

He felt as though he might have been a little too arrogant.

Normally, this little runt before him looked as though he had only just awakened his martial soul. Even with Innate Full Soul Power, someone this age should only be a one-ring Soul Master.

Yet the current situation was clearly not normal.

And this spirit ring configuration was unusual as well.

But he had already said those words. If he went back on them now, would he not be slapping his own face?

Yu Tianheng's expression kept changing, but in the end, he still decided to let Chen Xi attack first. Even if he lost the initiative, he was confident that among those of the same rank, he would not be inferior to anyone.

Meanwhile, in a VIP private room above the spectator stands.

A middle-aged man sat before the floor-to-ceiling window, quietly watching the spirit arena below.

"Tianheng was a little too arrogant."

"But this little girl seems rather extraordinary. Her second spirit ring is actually a thousand-year one, exceeding the so-called optimal configuration."

A somewhat high-spirited voice came from the middle-aged man.

"Big Brother, do you think Tianheng can win?"

Another, steadier voice sounded from beside the middle-aged man.

"Hard to say."

"Judging by her age, this little girl probably lacks combat experience. Tianheng's spirit ring configuration may not compare to hers, but he is several years older and has more combat experience. It is difficult to determine who will win."

The middle-aged man spoke softly, then turned his gaze toward the person standing beside him. "Luomian, go investigate this little girl's background. See whether we can recruit her."

"Big Brother, I'll go at once."

Yu Luomian agreed, then silently withdrew.

On the spirit fighting platform.

Chen Xi raised his pen and wrote several words in midair: Mental Shock.

Invisible Mental Power erupted, surging toward Yu Tianheng.

The mental attack struck Yu Tianheng, making him feel dizzy, while Chen Xi's First Spirit Ring flashed soundlessly beneath his feet.

"First Spirit Skill: Heavenly Blessing!"

Feeling his Mental Power, strength, speed, and defense rise instantly, Chen Xi continued writing in the air.

"A mental attack?"

Yu Tianheng shook his head, slightly easing the dizziness caused by the mental attack. He immediately summoned his martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. Two yellow Century Spirit Rings flashed continuously beneath his feet.