Hai Yansheng

On the arena stage, the metal fragments and dried water stains left behind by Li Xiaochen had yet to be fully cleared away. Faint residual fluctuations from the collision of Soul Power lingered in the air, along with a trace of bloodiness that seemed almost imperceptible. The uproar in the stands remained high after the brilliant battle of wits in the third match. Countless eyes were fixed on the entrance tunnel, eager to see whether the Li Family could continue its unstoppable winning streak.

Li Xuanshu carried the heavy dark-gold Sky Phoenix Halberd over his shoulder as he climbed the steps one by one. His gait was completely unlike Li Xiaochen's precise calculations—steady and solid, each step seeming to pound his fighting spirit into the ground. The aura of a level seventy-one attack-type Battle Soul Sage burst forth without restraint, scorching and domineering, like a volcano on the verge of eruption. Every strand of his dark-red hair stood on end, and undisguised desire burned in his eyes—the desire for battle, the desire for victory.

His gaze swept over the figure ascending the platform opposite him, and his brow creased almost imperceptibly.

Hai Yansheng.

He was of average build and ordinary appearance, the sort of person who would be impossible to pick out once tossed into a crowd. He wore an utterly unremarkable gray-blue robe, walked at an even pace, and kept his aura restrained. If he had not been standing on this arena, one could hardly have sensed that he was a Soul Sage powerhouse. Only his eyes stood out—calm as the deepest ocean trench, without the slightest ripple, yet seemingly capable of swallowing all light and emotion.

"Fourth match," the referee announced, suppressing the noise. "Li Xuanshu of the Li Family, level seventy-one attack-type Battle Soul Sage; Hai Yansheng