All In! All In! All In!

"Big brother, will this really work?" Xiao Wu looked at Ye Hua worriedly.

Ye Hua showed no concern at all. "Why wouldn't it? It's not like I'm cheating anyone. Besides, gambling means accepting the outcome!"

Ning Rongrong and Oscar exchanged a glance, excitement flashing in both their eyes.

The former had been born a little devil and raised as a young lady. She had never done anything like this before, so the novelty thrilled her to no end.

The latter was only barely honest and had a bellyful of bad ideas. He had wanted to do this for ages, but no one had been willing to go along with him.

Now, everything was ready but the east wind!

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing looked at each other, but they accepted their assignments as well.

Ye Hua handed his entire fortune to the two girls. "Then it's settled!"

"Leave this side to Xiao Ao and Rongrong. Let's go fight first!"

A short while later, at the seventh one-on-one Spirit Fighting division.

The waiting area was packed with Soul Masters awaiting their matches. Sitting on a bench in the corner, Ye Hua calmly laid the Coiling Dragon Staff across his knees and slowly polished it with a soft cloth.

His opponent was a bald, burly man who had won three matches in a row. His martial soul was the Earth-Splitting Rampaging Bull, and he was a level thirty-nine power-attack Battle Soul Elder, just one step away from becoming a Soul Ancestor.

The burly man stood in the middle of the arena with his arms folded, basking in the audience's cheers.

If he won his fourth consecutive match tonight, he would advance to the Copper Spirit Fighter Badge of the Soto Great Spirit Arena. That was a rare honor among newcomers.

"Fourth win!"

"Fourth win!"

"Fourth win!"

The cries from the stands rose one after another.

The burly man grinned and waved at the audience before turning toward the waiting area. His gaze locked onto Ye Hua, who was polishing his staff.

"This guy?" The burly man snorted, waving at the referee beside him. "Thanks for matching me with this trash and helping me secure my Copper Spirit Fighter Badge!"

"He's so delicate-looking, he probably hasn't even grown all his hair in yet. If my Earth-Splitting Rampaging Bull rams him once, he won't even be able to hold his staff. Believe it or not?"

The referee rolled his eyes expressionlessly. "The matchups are completely random. Stop talking nonsense."

At the betting window, the odds had already shot up to a startling twelve-to-one.

"Tsk, tsk, isn't this free money?" An old gambler slapped his newly collected wages onto the counter. "Bet on Brute Bull! Guaranteed profit!"

"Exactly. I heard that kid's a newcomer. Going up against Brute Bull, who's already won three straight, in his first match? He's just delivering himself on a platter!"

"Last time, Brute Bull sent a Soul Elder flying more than ten meters with one headbutt. If this kid can withstand even one hit, I'll admit defeat!"

The onlookers discussed it heatedly, yet Ye Hua did not even raise his eyelids. He continued polishing his staff at an unhurried pace.

"Big brother." Xiao Wu ran over to him and lightly nudged his calf with the tip of her foot. "The odds are twelve-to-one. Don't blow it."

"Blow it?" Ye Hua finally looked up and smiled at Xiao Wu. "That'd be perfect. Then you can support me."

Xiao Wu pouted and turned her head away. "Who wants to support you? Unless you're willing to eat carrots with me every day!"

Zhu Zhuqing sat on the other side, the corners of her lips lifting slightly as she watched their intimacy with a trace of envy.

"Next match!"

"Ye Hua, martial soul Coiling Dragon Staff, level thirty-eight power-attack Battle Soul Elder, versus Iron Mountain, martial soul Earth-Splitting Rampaging Bull, level thirty-nine power-attack Battle Soul Elder!"

"Contestants, enter the arena!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the venue through a loudspeaker.

Iron Mountain leaped onto the stage first, and even the ground trembled slightly when he landed.

He slammed his fists together, producing a dull crack of knuckles. Two yellow and one purple Soul Rings rose beneath his feet, and as their light flowed, the muscles all over his body visibly swelled.

"Come on up, kid. I'll give you three moves!" Iron Mountain threw back his head and laughed wildly. "Otherwise, people will say I'm bullying a rookie!"

Ye Hua stepped onto the stage in a single leap. The Coiling Dragon Staff rotated slightly in his hand, its tail touching the ground as he released his Soul Rings.

White, yellow, purple.

A standard commoner's setup.

It was not bad, but compared to Iron Mountain's two yellow and one purple rings, it looked utterly pathetic.

Ye Hua silently activated [Thousand Faces] and assumed his opening stance.

"Hahaha!" Iron Mountain laughed even more brazenly, and the audience burst into laughter as well. "A ten-year Soul Ring? Is he here to be a joke?"

The referee shook his head and chopped down his flag.

Earth-Splitting Sky Cannon!

Iron Mountain was, after all, an experienced three-win streak fighter. He immediately seized the initiative.

His feet stomped down hard, cracking the arena tiles inch by inch as he charged straight at Ye Hua with the phantom of a rampaging bull around him.

No matter what color his opponent's Soul Rings were, he would send him flying first!

Then Ye Hua merely pointed the Coiling Dragon Staff forward.

Third soul skill, Mountain-Severing Bull-Striking!

Soul power pierced through space, striking Iron Mountain squarely in the chest from seven or eight meters away—and it dealt triple true damage.

"Urgh—" Iron Mountain's charge came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes bulged wider than brass bells, and his mouth opened into an exaggerated circle.

Boom!

Iron Mountain was blasted away and crashed heavily into the arena's protective net. He bounced back onto the ground, limbs splayed wide, foam spilling from his mouth as he lay completely still.

One-hit knockout!

The referee's flag froze in midair. After standing stunned for two seconds, he suddenly swung it down. "W-Winner, Ye Hua!"

The entire venue fell silent for a moment before erupting into chaos.

"He got one-shot? It took less than three seconds?"

"Iron Mountain's an experienced fighter with three straight wins! He's level thirty-nine! How is this possible?"

"How did he attack just now? I didn't see anything at all! His staff didn't even touch him!"

"Damn it! It's rigged! It has to be rigged! I want him inspected!"

After that, Ye Hua practically dominated the Spirit Fighting Arena, winning all ten of his matches! Every opponent he faced was a Soul Master with a winning streak!

Gradually, Ye Hua's title of [Winning-Streak Killer] spread. Everyone knew that a newcomer had arrived at the Great Spirit Arena, and no one could stand against him.

Having fought enough matches, Ye Hua finally put away the Coiling Dragon Staff and stepped off the stage amid the curses and cries of astonishment from gamblers throughout the venue.

The moment he reached the entrance to the waiting area, Xiao Wu came up to him, waving two betting slips in her hand. Her eyes curved into crescents as she smiled.

"Big brother, Rongrong and Xiao Ao placed the bets just as you said. At twelve-to-one odds, they bet all fifty Gold Soul Coins on you to win. After fees, we made a net profit of five hundred and eighty!

"Five hundred and eighty coins! How many carrots could that buy?"

"Look at your tiny ambitions." Ye Hua laughed, taking the betting slips and giving them a glance before casually stuffing them into the Azure Jade Bracelet. "There's even more profit to be made next. Where's Zhu Qing?"

"Sister Zhu Qing is already on stage." Xiao Wu gestured toward the arena on the other side with her chin.

Ye Hua turned to look. Zhu Zhuqing was flipping down from the stage, her movements clean and crisp.

Her opponent was a level twenty-eight Great Soul Master. Crushed by her level twenty-nine speed, he had not even touched the hem of her clothes before a Netherworld Thrust sent him off the stage.

The referee chopped down his flag. Zhu Zhuqing calmly gathered her loose hair and walked over. "I won."

"You won beautifully. Your training these past few days wasn't for nothing." Ye Hua nodded at her, then patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder. "Go on. You're up next."

Xiao Wu held back a laugh. "Big brother, are you still going to keep fighting? The gamblers outside want to tear you to pieces!"

Yet Ye Hua did not care in the slightest. "Why not? It's a perfect opportunity. Wouldn't it be a shame to waste it?"

Just as he reminded Xiao Wu to stay safe and stepped onto the stage again, Ning Rongrong came running over with Oscar in tow.

"Teacher Ye, the Great Spirit Arena can't afford to lose, so they're about to play dirty!"