The Audience Went Wild! (Please Bookmark, Recommend, and Vote Monthly)

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome with thunderous applause the absolute rulers of the Soul Elder-level teams at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena! Across 39 team soul battles, they have achieved 31 wins, 4 draws, and 4 losses. They are currently on an eleven-match winning streak—the pride of the Heaven Dou Empire, the Imperial Fighting Team!"

"And their opponents tonight are the Overlord Fighting Team, whose entire roster possesses Soul Power above level 36, second only to the Imperial Fighting Team!"

The host's roar injected the frenzied grand soul arena with an enormous dose of excitement. Many of the spectators had come specifically for this team battle! The Imperial Fighting Team had an outstanding record, while the Overlord Fighting Team was only slightly inferior. Countless people had wagered their entire fortunes on this match, hoping to turn their lives around.

Wang Tianyi was among them.

He had bet his entire fortune on the Imperial Fighting Team. After all, he came from a commoner background and was not particularly well-off, but for a genius like him, making money was the easiest thing in the world.

Yu Tianheng stood at the front, followed by Dugu Yan and Wang Tianyi. The two Shi brothers guarded the left and right sides of the formation, Yu Feng stood at the rear, and Ye Lingling occupied the very core of the team. They watched the Overlord Fighting Team in the distance—a group that had forcibly suppressed their cultivation at the Soul Elder level for money. Their average age was above twenty-five, making them exceedingly seasoned opponents.

There was no pre-match trash talk. The Overlord Fighting Team only wanted to step on the Imperial Fighting Team's heads and claim the top spot among the Soul Elder teams of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena. Meanwhile, the Imperial Fighting Team wanted to continue their winning streak and use these difficult opponents as a whetstone. Their goal was not the soul arena, but the future Soul Master Tournament!

The referee entered the arena, the match bell rang, and the surrounding spectators held their breath. Everyone's gaze focused on the soul arena!

"Brothers, summon your Martial Souls!"

Yu Tianheng roared, and violent lightning exploded outward. Every member was a Three-Ring Soul Elder, and each of their Soul Ring configurations was optimal. Truly:

The Blue Lightning Divine Dragon displayed its savage might, the Jade Phosphor Serpent stole souls with its charm.

The Wind Chime Azure Bird spread its wings, the Yin-Yang Black Tortoise guarded all four directions.

The Nine-Heart Begonia shone with holy healing light, Heaven-Equaling battle spirit surged high.

Who here drew the most attention? Take my Ruyi Jingu Bang!

The configuration of one yellow and two purple Soul Rings was especially eye-catching, because Wang Tianyi had somehow already moved to the very front of the team! Without waiting for the enemy to attack, he impatiently raised his staff and struck!

In truth, this was the Imperial Fighting Team's brand-new tactic!

Wang Tianyi's utterly overwhelming strength could tear open a massive gap in the enemy formation and catch them completely off guard! The Wind Chime Azure Bird held the skies, while Dugu Yan's first and second soul skills instantly applied support to everyone. Shi Mo remained behind to protect Ye Lingling, while Shi Mo and Yu Tianheng charged forward at the same time, closely following behind Wang Tianyi!

"First soul skill, Shield Transformation!"

"Face me!"

Shi Mo had never fought such an exhilarating match! As a defense-type Soul Master, his duty had always been to protect the weaker support-type Soul Masters on the team. Yet in truth, the Black Tortoise Turtle's offensive capabilities were not weak either! A heavy shield was the finest weapon!

"Seeking death! What makes you think you can fight a team made up of high-level Soul Elders like this? Support, buff us! Crush them beneath our feet!"

The captain of the Overlord Fighting Team roared as he commanded his teammates. The support-type Soul Master on the team immediately applied buffs to everyone. Led by their captain and vice-captain, their momentum was no weaker than the Imperial Fighting Team's—but it was only momentum!

"You with the spear, come face your grandpa!"

If he was going to fight, he would fight the toughest one. Wang Tianyi swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang straight at the captain of the Overlord Fighting Team. This captain was a ruthless man as well. Empowered by support soul skills, he wielded his Overlord Spear and fearlessly collided with Wang Tianyi! Yet the instant they clashed, the Overlord Spear in his hand bent. Immediately afterward, a terrifying force traveled through the spear shaft and slammed directly into his body!

He had arrived with great momentum, but retreated in utter misery!

"Captain!"

Two assault-type Soul Masters from the Overlord Fighting Team rushed forward. Combining their strength, they forcibly redirected Wang Tianyi's power. But when they looked toward their captain, they discovered that the normally hot-tempered and powerful captain was covered in blood, his chest stained crimson.

"What terrifying strength! Even without Soul Rings, the captain's Overlord Spear already weighs 101 jin. With the enhancement of three Soul Rings, the force it can unleash reaches a thousand jin! Just how powerful was that guy's attack?"

The two assault-type Soul Masters swallowed hard, then decisively handed their captain over to the team's support-type Soul Master. Fortunately, their support Soul Master possessed a healing soul skill. With that healing, considering their captain's physical strength, he should soon recover some of his power.

Unfortunately, they had no such chance!

"Weak, weak, weak! You looked so imposing, but you're nothing more than a useless silver spear with a wax tip! With strength like that, you dared stand before your grandpa?"

Wang Tianyi looked at the Overlord Fighting Team's members with utter disdain. His swaggering, invincible attitude was simply too cool—so cool that quite a few spectators below the stage shouted that they wanted to bear his monkey children! Cheers rose in wave after wave, invisibly bringing immense psychological pressure upon the Overlord Fighting Team.

"Hold them off! Buy time for the captain to recover!"

"What are you going to use to hold us off? Second soul skill, Thunderous Might! Third soul skill, Wrath of Thunder!"

For these people, a level-39 Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master was simply an overwhelming advantage. Activating his second and third soul skills together, Yu Tianheng unleashed all the power in his body in an instant! Under normal circumstances, he would never dare fight like this, but someone had his back now, so he could indulge himself a little. As a result, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's might sparked another wave of cheers. An assault-type Soul Master from the Overlord Fighting Team tried to step forward and block it, only to be blasted away by the violent lightning. In the blink of an eye, he lost his ability to fight.

"Your defeat is inevitable!"

Shi Mo swung the shield in his hand, seizing anyone he could and relentlessly smashing them with elbow strikes. His savage appearance made it impossible to associate him with a defense-type Soul Master!

Every spectator below the stage felt fortunate to be here. This ticket had been worth every coin! They had witnessed a completely new Imperial Fighting Team and seen the team's new super rookie. This change was wonderful! Matches were supposed to be fought like this to be exciting!

"Yes, like that! Smash his head! Stomp his crotch!"

"Don't go easy on him, don't go easy on him! That guy's already blowing black smoke from his mouth!"

"Go, staff-wielding little brother! That guy is still acting tough—if he acts tough, send him flying!"

"So cool! Finish him! Finish him, finish him..."

"Hey, your chant isn't loud enough! I think that guy's nearly done for. How about..."

The soul battle was incomparably thrilling, and the audience below had gone wild!

They cheered in unison, their chant gradually becoming unified:

"Finish them! Finish them! Finish them..."