Hot Pot Duo

Seeing that the one-on-one matches had ended and the two-on-two draw had begun, the group immediately headed together to the two-on-two Soul Arena.

The two-on-two Soul Fighting Ring was twice as large as the one-on-one ring.

They had barely sat down, their seats not even warm yet, when the host announced that the Three-Five Duo should take the stage.

Iron Blood Duo versus Three-Five Duo.

An Chen recalled the original story. This pair was probably cannon fodder too.

The Iron Blood Duo on the opposite side were brothers. Both were powerfully built, and their Wuhuns were Casting Hammers.

At the start, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass was knocked away by the Iron brothers' Soul Skill, "Shockwave," rendering it useless.

He activated his Purple Demon Eye, closed in with Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, and planted Parasitic Seeds. Xiao Wu leaped out to distract them before returning.

After the Parasite controlled their opponents, the Iron brothers counterattacked with an All-In Thrown Hammer. Tang San shielded Xiao Wu and took the injury head-on.

Xiao Wu furiously fired Sleeve Arrows, but Tang San intercepted them with Flying Daggers. The Iron brothers admitted defeat.

In this plot, Xiao Wu wanted to kill the two because Tang San had been injured for her sake, while Tang San magnanimously spared them again. An Chen shook his head with a helpless smile.

"Next match, Hot Pot Duo versus Iron Wall Duo."

Not long afterward, the host on the stage called out.

"Let's go, Fatty." An Chen waved, signaling Ma Hongjun to follow.

The two stepped onto the stage. Only when they got closer did they realize why their opponents were called the Iron Wall Duo.

Damn it, one had an Iron Shield Wuhun, and the other had an Iron Armor Wuhun. Why were they both Defense Attribute Wuhuns? An Chen thought to himself.

"Brother Pot, how are we supposed to fight this?" Little Fatty Ma Hongjun asked, turning to An Chen at the sight.

"One Iron Shield, one Iron Armor, and then my Iron Pot. Turns out the three of us should be a team," An Chen joked.

"Hey, Brother Pot, you..." Ma Hongjun was momentarily speechless.

An Chen patted his shoulder and smiled faintly. "Don't worry. This is exactly what I'm good at."

"Just follow my lead," An Chen said.

Ma Hongjun nodded to show that he understood.

Meanwhile, two hulking men, strong as Savage Bulls, approached from the other side.

One of them looked at An Chen and Ma Hongjun, who were only around ten years old.

"Two little brats?" The man grinned. "Is no one left in the Great Soul Arena?"

"Hot Pot Duo?" The other man laughed as well. "Why not Water Pot Duo?"

"There are two of you, so why not call yourselves the Two Idiots Duo?" An Chen said blandly.

Ma Hongjun burst into laughter at that.

The expressions of the two men darkened, and they snorted coldly.

"It seems both teams have already exchanged their harsh words." The host on the Soul Fighting Ring said, "Then let's begin."

The two men opposite them had already summoned their Wuhuns, but neither moved. They were still observing.

An Chen remained expressionless, his eyes flickering.

He activated Spirit Vision and looked at the Iron Shield man. There was nothing unusual about his aura; the red around his limbs shone brightly, but his emotional layer was a pale yellow.

He then looked at the Iron Armor man. The color around his limbs was even brighter, but unlike the Iron Shield man, his emotional layer was a steady blue.

Both of their Soul Power flowed through their bodies like a gentle stream.

Suddenly, the Iron Wall Duo gave An Chen no more time to think.

The Iron Shield man charged with his shield raised. Like a moving wall, the Iron Shield crushed toward An Chen and Ma Hongjun.

The Iron Armor man followed close behind, his iron fists glinting coldly.

An Chen saw the color of the Iron Shield man's bodily aura gathering forward.

He was about to ram them head-on.

An Chen slid his feet and shifted sideways. The Iron Shield swept past his side, bringing a gust of wind with it.

"Fatty, try burning him," An Chen said in a low voice.

Ma Hongjun shouted, and his Second Soul Ring lit up.

"Bath of Fire Phoenix!"

Flames surged from Ma Hongjun's body, engulfing him as his presence abruptly soared.

Then Ma Hongjun's First Soul Ring lit up.

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

The Iron Armor man's iron fist smashed toward Ma Hongjun. As Ma Hongjun retreated, he fired a line of flame from his mouth to meet the attack.

The surface of the Iron Armor man's iron plating was burned red-hot.

"What?" The Iron Armor man's expression changed. "Your flames..."

Ma Hongjun grinned. "Pretty impressive, right?"

An Chen nodded and gave his opponents no chance to catch their breath. His First Soul Ring lit up.

"Black Fog!"

Thick Black Fog poured from the Iron Pot, instantly enveloping the entire arena.

Of course, except for Ma Hongjun.

The two members of the Iron Wall Duo were immediately plunged into darkness, unable to see anything.

"What's going on?"

"What the hell is this?"

The two panicked. Yet despite their alarm, the Iron Shield remained raised in front of them, while the Iron Armor man did not wander around blindly.

Within the Black Fog, An Chen was unaffected. Through the fog's perception, he could clearly "see" where the two men stood.

Through his Spirit Vision, he also noticed the Iron Shield man's Soul Power flowing toward his arms, while the Iron Armor man's Soul Power gathered at his chest, preparing for defense.

An Chen exposed their feet.

He whispered to Ma Hongjun, "Fatty, burn their feet."

Ma Hongjun nodded, and his First Soul Ring lit up again.

"Phoenix Fire Line!"

A stream of flame shot from Ma Hongjun's mouth, burning toward the Iron Shield man's ankle.

Hearing the sound, the Iron Shield man hurriedly stepped back. But unable to see the direction in the Black Fog, he stumbled and tilted sideways.

"Ah!"

The flames struck his ankle, drawing a pained cry from him.

An Chen caught sight of the thinnest concentration of Soul Power on his back.

His Second Soul Ring lit up.

"Detonate!"

The Shadow Mark activated. The Iron Shield man was stunned for several seconds, and the Iron Shield before him loosened.

Anyone enveloped by An Chen's Black Fog would be marked by his Shadow Mark, and any spot struck by his Iron Pot would also retain a mark.

An Chen pressed the attack, swinging the Iron Pot again and again.

Finally, he struck the back of the man's head. The Iron Shield man rolled his eyes back and completely passed out.

Hearing the commotion, the Iron Armor man wanted to provide support, but he could not see the direction in the Black Fog.

He began to panic.

An Chen exposed the Iron Armor man's body again.

"Fatty, burn him!" An Chen barked.

Ma Hongjun's Soul Ring lit up once more, and Phoenix Fire Line burned toward the Iron Armor man.

The flames continued to burn. The Iron Armor heated up, and the temperature inside rose sharply.

The Iron Armor man could not endure it any longer and screamed miserably.

Yet he could not disperse his Iron Armor, because then the flames would be burning him directly.

An Chen's Second Soul Ring lit up again.

"Detonate!"

The Iron Armor man was stunned, and with the temperature inside his armor rising sharply, he completely collapsed unconscious onto the ground.

"Winners, Hot Pot Duo."

An Chen and Ma Hongjun put away their Wuhuns. After nodding to the host, they stepped down from the ring together.

Thunderous cheers erupted from the stands.

"Hot Pot Duo!"

"Hot Pot Duo! They're amazing!"

An Chen waved at them. Seeing this, Ma Hongjun stopped holding back and smiled smugly.

The two returned to the resting area. Little Fatty Ma Hongjun was still immersed in their victory, muttering nonstop, "Brother Pot, your Black Fog is way too unfair, isn't it? They didn't touch us even once from start to finish."

An Chen smiled. "I told you before, I'd carry you to victory."

Ma Hongjun nodded. "Brother Pot is awesome!"

At this point, the others also came over.

Tang San approached and said quietly, "Your Black Fog combined with Ma Hongjun's flames is nearly impossible to counter."

An Chen merely smiled without speaking.

Dai Mubai patted An Chen and Ma Hongjun on the shoulders. "Not bad. You worked well together. An Chen, that black fart of yours was pretty good too."