Tang Shuo's Terrifying Winning Streak! Golden Spirit Arena Badge!

The middle-aged man nodded, asked no further questions, and quickly recorded it in the registry.

"Shuofeng, martial soul, soul power level."

"Martial soul... confidential for now."

Tang Shuo said.

"Soul power, rank thirty-nine."

The middle-aged man paused slightly, then looked up again in surprise.

At rank thirty-nine and his age, he was already considered one of the outstanding young talents in Heaven Dou City.

No wonder he had the confidence to conceal his martial soul.

"Alright."

The middle-aged man handed over a badge engraved with the number "One" and iron patterns.

"This is your Iron Spirit Arena Badge. Take it to the Number One Spirit Arena zone, and someone will arrange your first match."

Tang Shuo accepted the badge. It felt cold in his hand.

"Let's go."

Ye Lengleng said softly from the side, taking the initiative to lead the way.

"The Number One Spirit Arena zone is where one-on-one soul battles are held. It's also the liveliest area."

The two passed through the crowd and arrived before a massive archway.

From beyond the gate, deafening cheers and shouts crashed over them like waves.

Tang Shuo looked up to see an enormous circular spirit arena standing in the center, surrounded by tier upon tier of packed spectator seats.

At that moment, two soul masters were fighting fiercely on the arena stage. The flashes of their soul skills collided continuously, drawing waves of applause from the audience.

Ye Lengleng brought Tang Shuo to a waiting area.

"Wait here for a moment. I'll find a good seat in the stands."

Tang Shuo smiled at her and nodded.

Ye Lengleng turned and left, soon disappearing up the stairs leading to the spectator stands.

Before long, a staff member approached.

"Shuofeng?"

"That's me."

"Come with me. Your opponent is already in place."

Tang Shuo followed the staff member into the contestant passage leading to the spirit arena.

At the other end of the passage was a brilliant light that drew all eyes.

The instant he stepped onto the spirit arena, thunderous cheers completely engulfed him.

The host's impassioned voice rang throughout the venue.

"Let us welcome today's newcomer challenger—Shuofeng!"

"His opponent is Thorn Whip, Li Wenhao, who has already claimed three consecutive victories!"

As the host made the introduction, a broad, muscular young man with an arrogant expression stepped onto the stage from the other side.

He rolled his neck and looked at Tang Shuo with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"A newcomer? I hope you're not here to waste my time."

Li Wenhao snorted coldly. Two yellow and one purple Spirit Rings rose beneath his feet, and a dark green vine whip covered in barbs appeared in his hand.

Rank thirty-five, a Battle Soul Venerable.

Tang Shuo remained calm, simply standing there without any intention of even summoning his martial soul.

"Begin!"

The host gave the order.

Li Wenhao did not hold back. With a flick of his wrist, his thorny vine whip lashed toward Tang Shuo's face like a venomous snake striking from its den, slicing through the air.

Too slow.

Tang Shuo murmured inwardly.

He did not even use the Primordial Yin-Yang Hands. He merely shifted his footwork slightly.

His body glided half a foot to the left like a ghost, neatly evading the strike.

The vine whip grazed the edge of his clothes, and the gust it created stirred the tips of his hair.

"What?"

Li Wenhao froze. He had not expected his opponent's movement technique to be so bizarre.

Refusing to believe it, he twisted his wrist and swept the vine whip sideways, trying to seal off Tang Shuo's path.

Yet Tang Shuo's figure was like a willow catkin drifting in the wind. Just before the whip could touch him, he always evaded with the smallest movement and from the most inconceivable angle.

In the audience, Ye Lengleng's beautiful eyes shone repeatedly.

She knew Tang Shuo was strong, but she had not expected him to be this strong.

He was not using his martial soul, his soul skills, or even releasing his Spirit Rings.

With only his physical speed and reactions, he was toying with a rank thirty-five Battle Soul Venerable in the palm of his hand.

On the spirit arena, Li Wenhao was already panting heavily, his face flushed red.

In his eyes, his opponent's figure was becoming increasingly elusive and impossible to grasp.

"Damn it! Fight me without dodging!"

Li Wenhao roared, and his third Spirit Ring abruptly lit up.

"Third Soul Skill, Thorn Prison!"

Several thick vines burst from the ground, closing in on Tang Shuo from every direction, seeking to trap him completely.

Yet just as the vine cage was about to close.

Tang Shuo moved.

His figure suddenly vanished from where he stood.

Li Wenhao's pupils contracted. Before he could react, a fierce gust rushed toward his face.

The next second, a palm was already lightly pressed against his chest.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

Li Wenhao flew backward like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily onto the edge of the spirit arena and passing out on the spot.

The entire venue fell into dead silence.

Then came even more frenzied cheers!

"One move! Just one move!"

The host howled excitedly.

"Newcomer Shuofeng has instantly defeated his opponent! Let us congratulate him on claiming his first victory!"

Tang Shuo withdrew his hand and calmly walked off the spirit arena.

To him, this had merely been a warm-up.

The time that followed became a one-man show for the name "Shuofeng."

His second opponent was Gu Yunge, a rank thirty-six Battle Soul Venerable with a Wild Bull martial soul, renowned for his strength.

The result was that, in a fist clash with Tang Shuo, his arm was shattered by a single punch, and he left the stage in crushing defeat.

Third opponent...

Fourth opponent...

Tenth opponent!

Tang Shuo still had not used his martial soul, nor had he revealed a single Spirit Ring.

At times, he toyed with his opponents through exquisite movement techniques; at others, he subdued them in a single strike with palm techniques that arrived after yet struck first.

Whether his opponents were power-attack types, agility-attack types, or control types, none could last more than three exchanges against him.

Ten consecutive victories!

His points soared instantly, and his Iron Spirit Arena Badge was directly promoted to Copper Spirit Arena Rank.

Yet Tang Shuo did not stop.

He continued to challenge opponents.

Twenty consecutive victories!

Thirty consecutive victories!

Copper Spirit Arena Rank advanced to Silver Spirit Arena Rank!

The entire Number One Spirit Arena zone erupted.

Everyone's eyes converged on the mysterious young man named "Shuofeng."

He was like a dark horse that had appeared out of nowhere, crushing every opponent of the same rank with unstoppable force.

In the VIP section of the stands, Ye Lengleng's beautiful eyes had never left Tang Shuo's figure.

Too strong.

Tang Shuo's strength far exceeded her imagination.

And this was only his pure physical power and combat skill.

Ye Lengleng knew very well that Tang Shuo's true trump cards were the mysterious Haotian Mirror and the Chaos Bell that could suppress everything.

If he used his martial soul, just how terrifying would his strength become?

She could not imagine it.

Forty consecutive victories!

Forty-five consecutive victories!

Fifty consecutive victories!

When Tang Shuo struck his fiftieth opponent between the brows with a finger, causing him to stiffen all over and collapse, the atmosphere in the entire Great Soul Arena reached its peak.

The host was practically jumping as he howled.

"Fifty consecutive victories! Heavens! A newcomer has achieved the monumental feat of fifty consecutive one-on-one soul battle victories on his very first day of registration!"

"His badge has risen all the way from Iron Spirit Arena Rank to... Golden Spirit Arena Badge!"