Conspiracy? Madness?

"Lord Referee, are we... really going to do this?"

"Bullshit! We do what the supervisor tells us to do, unless you want your pay docked!"

"No, no, no! I'll do it!"

The [Referee] nodded in satisfaction after receiving his assurance, though he still seemed somewhat dissatisfied. "By the way, is there only one team of Soul Masters like this?"

The person in charge of the draw replied, "Yes. At least for two-on-two matches, this is the only team that meets your requirements."

"Tsk, what a pity!" The [Referee] licked his lips and quietly left the drawing area.

Two-on-two spirit battle, Ninth Arena.

Ye Hua stood beside Ning Rongrong, his gaze sweeping over the two figures on the opposite side of the stage.

One was tall and skinny, while the other was short and squat.

The tall, skinny man had a sallow complexion and deeply sunken eye sockets. Two yellow and three purple Soul Rings revolved beneath his feet—he was actually level 51!

The short, squat man was fat and big-eared, his face full of flesh. He had only two yellow and two purple Soul Rings, but his aura was also on the verge of becoming a Soul King. He should have been level 49.

Both had already released their martial souls. Eight octopus tentacles coated in slimy fluid slowly wriggled through the air, their suckers opening and closing with disgusting squelching sounds.

"Holy shit! It's the Groping Duo!"

The spectator stands immediately erupted in shocked cries.

"Damn it, why are those beasts still hanging around the Great Spirit Arena? Haven't they been reported countless times?"

"What's the point of reporting them? They haven't broken any rules. Their tentacles haven't actually stripped anyone's clothes off."

"They haven't broken any rules? Last time, a female Soul Master was tangled up by their tentacles for a whole quarter-hour! They deliberately covered her mouth so she couldn't surrender, and those suckers slobbered all over her body. By the time she was carried off, she'd already suffered a mental breakdown!"

"I heard that one female Soul Master went home and killed herself after a match with them!"

At the betting window, the odds had soared to astonishing heights, and countless people placed their bets on the [Groping Duo].

Only Oscar, following Ye Hua's instructions, gritted his teeth and bet all five thousand Gold Soul Coins on Ye Hua.

The discussions in the stands reached Ye Hua's ears, and his gaze abruptly turned icy.

He couldn't understand where the Soto Great Spirit Arena got the nerve to plot against even a female disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

No, this was no longer a plot. It was an open, naked calculation and provocation!

"What a pretty little beauty!" The tall, skinny man ran his tongue over the corner of his lips, his gaze brazenly sweeping across Ning Rongrong's entire body.

The short, squat man chimed in, "That waist is so slim, my tentacles could wrap around it three times. We'll have to take especially good care of her later!"

"The usual rule. You take the upper half, I'll take the lower half, and then we'll play rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets the middle."

"Hahahaha! If that kid sees us wrapping the little beauty in our tentacles and kneading her however we please, do you think he'll be furious enough to die on the spot?"

Ning Rongrong trembled with rage at those words.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Ever since she was young, who wouldn't respectfully address her as Miss?

When had she ever been humiliated to her face with such language?

Vulgar! Sleazy! Disgusting!

When I get back, I'll have Grandpa Sword tear down your spirit arena!

"Rongrong," Ye Hua's calm voice sounded beside her ear, "just buff me later. Leave these two things that don't know their place to me!"

But before he could finish speaking, all eight tentacles shot out, carrying foul-smelling slime as they lashed toward Ye Hua and Ning Rongrong from every direction!

The tall, skinny man targeted Ning Rongrong. Four tentacles went straight for her limbs, clearly intending to suspend her in the air and leave her at their mercy!

The spectators below, who could see everything clearly, instantly began cursing.

"Shameless! They actually launched a sneak attack!"

"Too despicable! The referee hasn't even blown the whistle yet! How many times have they done this already?"

"What's the point of cursing? The referee won't do anything!"

"But if their sneak attack succeeds, won't my bet double?"

Then, the spectators suddenly fell silent.

Because everyone saw the multicolored light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Tower burst across the arena.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Tile Appears. First: Strength. Second: Speed!"

In an instant, Ye Hua's aura surged explosively!

The five-clawed golden dragon pattern on the Coiling Dragon Staff bloomed!

Fire Dragon's Roar!

The buffed True Dragon Flames collided with the eight tentacles in midair.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

The burnt, rancid stench of roasted octopus instantly filled the entire arena!

Four tentacles were burned into charcoal on the spot, while the other four violently recoiled. Flames still clung to their suckers, making the tall, skinny man and the short, squat man scream in unison from the pain.

"Impossible! What kind of fire is this?!" The tall, skinny man was both furious and alarmed.

"Fire that'll take your life!" Ye Hua gave him no chance to catch his breath.

Heaven-Shaking Stonebreak!

The Coiling Dragon Staff smashed into the ground, sending shockwaves in every direction!

With Ning Rongrong's buff, its power had increased by at least thirty percent!

The short, squat man's feet left the ground as the shockwave threw him off balance.

Ye Hua directly hurled the Coiling Dragon Staff, slamming it into the man's chest.

In an instant, the fat on the short, squat man's belly burst apart, and thick grease mixed with blood flowed out.

The tall, skinny man's pupils shrank sharply. He knew he had kicked an iron plate.

But he was a Soul King, after all. No matter what, he couldn't possibly lose to a Soul Elder, could he?

Although no one had told him that he was facing a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, since he had already offended them, it didn't matter if he offended them a little more severely!

Being able to properly toy with a disciple of one of the Three Upper Sects in this lifetime would make it worth it!

He violently pulled back his tentacles, pouring dark purple soul power into them as though it cost nothing.

The octopus tentacles suddenly swelled several times larger, spraying dark purple slime from their suckers as they wrapped toward Ning Rongrong.

"Get over here!"

As long as he captured this girl, no matter how strong the Winning-Streak Killer was, he could only let himself be manipulated!

Unless he wanted this girl to have her clothes stripped off piece by piece by his tentacles in full view of everyone!

What delighted him even more was that Ye Hua had already thrown out his martial soul and couldn't mount any effective defense. His success was assured!

But the next second, his smile vanished instantly as Ning Rongrong drew out the Three-Eyed Icefire Guns and aimed them directly at him.

Iron pellets carrying soul power of both ice and fire burst from the gun barrels, carrying the aura of death as they precisely pierced through the tall man's tentacles.

The ice pellets froze the slime on the tentacles, while the fire pellets blew the frozen tentacles to pieces!

The tall, skinny man let out a pig-slaughtering scream. Of his eight tentacles, only two remained. Blood covered his body as he collapsed on the stage, trembling violently.

When a martial soul was injured, any Soul Master would suffer terribly!

"Th-this... what is this?!"

The tall man coughed up blood madly, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

He was a Soul King! Yet before this thing, caught completely off guard, he had been severely injured in an instant!

Ning Rongrong was also greatly shocked by the power of the Three-Eyed Icefire Guns. Dai Mubai, no matter how strong he was, was only a Soul Elder, while the man before her was a Soul King.

Even a Soul King would suffer badly if he wasn't paying attention!

If these things were truly equipped throughout the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was hard to imagine who would still dare come knocking to provoke them!

Ye Hua stepped forward, planted a foot on his chest, and pressed the Coiling Dragon Staff against his throat. The dragon's might made it difficult for him even to breathe.

"Who sent you?"

The tall, skinny man's face turned deathly pale, cold sweat streaming down his sallow cheeks. "It... it was the Great Spirit Arena!"

"The Soto Great Spirit Arena sent us! They said that if we crippled you, they'd give each of us one thousand Gold Soul Coins!"

Ye Hua narrowed his eyes. "Lies! They don't have the nerve to provoke one of the Three Upper Sects! Who was it really?!"

He pointed the Coiling Dragon Staff through the air, and a bloody flower instantly bloomed from the chest of the short, squat man lying nearby, whose condition was unknown. His aura immediately vanished.

The spectator stands erupted in uproar. No one had expected Ye Hua to be so ruthless, killing without even blinking.

But when they thought of the Groping Duo's countless evil deeds, everyone besides the gamblers applauded in satisfaction.

Watching his partner die before his eyes, the tall man's face grew even paler. He watched Ye Hua retract the Coiling Dragon Staff, only to press it against his throat once more.

"I don't know!" Faced with the threat of death, the tall man finally broke down. "He was covered from head to toe in a black robe! We couldn't see his face at all!"

Ye Hua sneered. "Still lying! You're a Soul King. Even if your martial soul is weak and sleazy, could someone really force you to do this?"

The tall man was nearly in tears. "They have a Soul Emperor! A Soul Emperor!"

Just as Ye Hua was thinking, Ning Rongrong suddenly grabbed his arm. "Watch out!"