Soul Spirit's Early Birth, Electrolux Senses Something Amiss with Bai Fan

Before he knew it, Bai Fan had already obtained fifty kilograms of rare metals.

That did not even include Jing Hongchen's share.

"Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"

Bai Fan thoroughly enjoyed this kind of fist-to-fist combat. His entire body felt invigorated.

That day, beneath the stage stood a long-haired man whose eyes were hidden by his bangs, his gaze filled with fighting spirit.

Beside him, a seductive woman wearing glasses spoke gently.

"Juechen, do you want to go up and have a match with him?"

"Yes!"

Ji Juechen's answer was decisive and succinct.

Jing Ziyan paid one kilogram of rare metal without hesitation.

Ji Juechen was a battle fanatic. He did not possess much rare metal, which was precisely why he had only watched from below instead of taking the stage.

With a sword strapped to his back, Ji Juechen stepped onto the stage with firm strides.

The moment Bai Fan sensed the aura of the man before him, he guessed his identity.

"Hello. State your name."

"Ji Juechen."

After that simple introduction, the two of them assumed fighting stances without needing to say another word.

Jing Ziyan shouted from below, "Go, Juechen!"

Her voice spurred the other spectators to cheer for Ji Juechen as well.

It was worth mentioning that this time, Bai Fan did not use his usual high-damage left-hand, high-damage right-hand fighting style.

Instead, he condensed an ice sword for himself with Ultimate Ice.

He respected people like Ji Juechen.

In Ji Juechen, he saw the miracle of an ordinary person defying fate and changing his destiny.

Ji Juechen truly embodied that saying: "There are no useless martial souls, only useless Soul Masters."

Of course, Ji Juechen's example also proved just how useless Yu Xiaogang was.

That saying had, in every sense, insulted Yu Xiaogang twice.

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