Monkey Play!

"Yes!"

The confidant accepted the order and hurried away.

The person in charge then instructed another subordinate, "Arrange for a group of assassins to lie in wait outside the Great Soul Arena. If that challenger really wins and leaves this place, intercept and kill him in secret immediately. Get the money back. Keep it clean—leave no traces."

"Yes."

Once everything had been arranged, the person in charge leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.

In the contestants' lounge, Huang Yun sat cross-legged on a bench with his eyes closed, resting.

The clamor from the hall outside filtered through the walls, muffled and indistinct.

He did not care about those sounds, nor did he care what little tricks the Great Soul Arena was pulling behind the scenes.

One million Gold Soul Coins meant nothing to him. The wealth he had accumulated over the years far exceeded that amount.

He merely wanted to have some fun and, while he was at it, see what the Balak Team was really made of.

As for winning or losing, he had never considered the latter a possibility.

In the audience, Shui Bing'er and the other six had returned to their original seats.

Shui Yue'er was still somewhat uneasy, but seeing her sister calmly watching the arena, she could only quiet down as well.

The lights within the Great Soul Arena gradually dimmed, leaving only the row of soul-tool lamps above the central ring shining as brightly as day.

The referee stepped onto the ring, raised an arm high, and his voice spread throughout the arena through a soul-tool amplifier.

"The next match: a solo challenge!"

"One challenger against the seven members of the Balak Team!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

The lounge door was pushed open, and the seven members of