Tang San Crushes Spirit Hall's Golden Generation at the Great Soul Arena!

"It's delicious."

Xiong Er ate the candied hawthorn in his hand, his face brimming with a blissful smile.

Dajin was unwilling to be outdone. He held a candied hawthorn in each hand and ate with great delight.

Thus, Qin Feng's group wandered aimlessly through Martial Soul City.

"Have you heard? Spirit Hall's Golden Generation is going to the Great Soul Arena today for a Soul Battle."

"How did you find out?"

"My cousin told me, of course."

As Qin Feng's group passed near a teahouse, they heard a conversation nearby.

"Spirit Hall's Golden Generation? A Soul Battle?"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up at those words. He had been worrying about where to get Shock Value, and now someone had delivered exactly what he needed.

"Let's go. We're heading to the Great Soul Arena!"

Qin Feng changed direction and headed toward the Great Soul Arena.

Before long, the four of them arrived inside the Great Soul Arena.

"Hello, are you here to participate in a Soul Battle?"

The moment Qin Feng and the others entered, a staff member came over to ask.

"That's right."

Qin Feng nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping back and forth across the spectator stands.

He quickly spotted Hu Liena and the others.

"Hello, have you participated in Soul Battles before?"

The staff member asked again.

"No."

Qin Feng shook his head.

"Very well. Please follow me."

The staff member then led Qin Feng and the others to the front desk.

"Please state your age, Martial Soul, and Soul Power."

The staff member spoke respectfully.

"Thirteen. Prayer beads. Level fifty Soul King."

Qin Feng answered truthfully, though he had simplified his Fake Prayer Beads Martial Soul.

After all, there was no distinction between real and fake Martial Souls here. The locals had no idea his prayer beads were fake.

"What?!"

The staff member had just been about to register him when he suddenly realized what he had heard. His eyes widened as he stared at Qin Feng in disbelief.

A thirteen-year-old Soul King!

How was that possible?

Even Tang Hao, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent, could not possibly have reached the Soul King realm at such an age.

"Please wait a moment."

The staff member wiped the sweat from his forehead and hurried toward the back without waiting for Qin Feng's consent.

Not long afterward, a plump man arrived before Qin Feng.

"Hello, my name is Wang Fu, and I am the person in charge here. Are you the thirteen-year-old Soul King?"

Wang Fu studied the group before him with a respectful expression and asked carefully.

A thirteen-year-old Soul King—if it was not a fraud, then not only him, but even members of the Seven Great Clans would have to treat Qin Feng with utmost respect.

After all, a thirteen-year-old Soul King was practically guaranteed to become a Title Douluo in the future. It was only a matter of time.

"That's right."

Qin Feng nodded, his tone calm.

He was currently using Tang San's identity. Calling himself thirteen should have been reasonable, right?

"May I examine you?"

Wang Fu did not simply take his word for it. A thirteen-year-old Soul King was too outrageous. There was likely no Soul King this young anywhere on the continent, so he had to verify it himself.

"No problem."

Qin Feng did not refuse. Aside from Martial Soul and Soul Power, the Human-Skin Mask made him virtually identical to the person he had transformed into.

It could change more than mere age—it could even change gender.

Seeing this, Wang Fu stepped forward, grabbed Qin Feng's arm, and carefully felt along it.

"Gasp!"

The more Wang Fu examined him, the more shocked he became, because this person truly was only thirteen.

"A genius! An unparalleled genius!"

That was the only thought in his mind.

No, he had to report this to the family and recruit this person before anyone else could.

"Quick, arrange a match for this lord."

Regaining his senses, Wang Fu decided to keep this person here first and buy himself some time.

"Yes."

The staff member hurriedly nodded.

"Remember, no matter what this lord requests, you must satisfy it."

Before leaving, Wang Fu specifically reminded the staff member once more, afraid that he might look down on Qin Feng.

"Yes."

After Wang Fu left, the staff member quickly handed Qin Feng a silvery-white iron badge.

"Iron Badge."

Qin Feng murmured as he looked at the badge in his hand, but he did not care much.

Though an Iron Badge was the lowest-ranked badge, he had only come here for fun. Why should he care about badge rank?

"Could you arrange a match between me and the Golden Generation?"

Qin Feng put away the badge and looked at the staff member.

"Uh... no problem."

The staff member had been about to refuse, but after remembering Wang Fu's instructions before leaving, he swallowed his refusal.

"Fine. The next match will be it."

Qin Feng nodded slightly. Before leaving, he also obtained an Iron Badge for Dajin, though he did not let Dajin reveal his Soul Power.

After all, Dajin's transformed identity was sixteen-year-old Dai Mubai, not much older than the Golden Generation. It did not violate the rules.

As for Brother Qiang and Xiong Er, he did not plan on letting them take the stage. If an Extreme Douluo appeared, then he could forget about earning Shock Value peacefully today.

The moment an Extreme Douluo's aura appeared, Spirit Hall's Title Douluo would likely swarm out in full force.

Qin Feng's group then headed to the spectator stands.

"Your Highness, what's so interesting about a bunch of brats fighting?"

Dajin looked down at the flashy battle on the arena stage, somewhat puzzled.

When he had been young, he had fought Soul Beasts several times stronger than himself. There had been no distinction between victory and defeat—only life or death.

How could it compare to these little brats taking turns exchanging moves, like children playing house?

"You wouldn't understand."

Qin Feng shook his head without explaining. Did Dajin think he wanted to come? If not for the Shock Value the Golden Generation could provide, he would not have bothered.

At that moment, the battle in the arena had already ended.

"Next up is Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, and... and..."

The host's halting words drew complaints from the spectators.

"Who are they fighting?"

"Exactly. Why keep us in suspense? The Golden Generation is obviously going to win!"

The people around them spoke with complete confidence in the Golden Generation.

Meanwhile, the host was already drenched in sweat as he looked at the match list in his hand.

Which damn idiot had come up with the name Tang San Crushes Spirit Hall's Golden Generation?

Who was Tang San? Wasn't this just courting death?

If they wanted to die, fine, but they should not drag him down with them!

"And Tang San Crushes the Golden Generation!"

Helplessly, the host finally read out the name.

"Whoa!"

The instant the host announced the team name, the spectator stands erupted.

"Who is Tang San? He's got some nerve!"

"Seriously, isn't he afraid of dying?"

"This is going to be entertaining. I heard Yan has quite the temper."

Everyone's gaze converged on the Golden Generation's section of the stands.

They were all waiting to see what expression Spirit Hall's Golden Generation would wear.