Handing This Matter to Me Means They Didn't Take It Seriously

Ma Hongjun was taken aback for a moment, then a smile slowly spread across his round face. "Exactly! What if we win?"

He slapped his thigh and sprang up from the chair.

"Those who have nothing to lose are fearless! If we lose, no one can say anything to me; we weren't as strong as them to begin with! But if we win..."

"Some people really make a fool of themselves!"

Oscar chuckled, his tone much more relaxed than before.

"I admit that the Imperial Fighting Team is very strong, but the fact that the Suotuo Great Soul Arena allowed us to be their final opponent proves that we have the ability. Our 27-game winning streak wasn't achieved for nothing, and we have the courage to do so."

Tang San, sitting in the corner, also spoke up upon hearing this.

He felt he needed to say something encouraging too.

"Our strength isn't great, but since they're our opponents, they obviously aren't much stronger either."

"Since the Suotuo Great Soul Arena entrusted this matter to us, it's clear they don't take it seriously."

"Let's show them today what it means to get something for nothing."

After speaking, Tang San looked at everyone triumphantly.

There was a moment of silence in the lounge.

Everyone was thinking the same thing.

If you can't speak properly, then shut your mouth.

Do you mean we're useless?

If you're so useless, can you please leave us out of this?

Flender stood in the doorway, observing the sudden somber atmosphere in the lounge.

It's all Tang San's fault, that idiot!

They've ruined the atmosphere again!

He adjusted his glasses. "Tang San, come out for a moment. I have something to tell you."

Tang San was taken aback for a moment, then stood up from his chair. "Dean, what is it?"

Flender didn't answer, turned around, pushed open the door, and walked out.

Tang San followed him out of the lounge, and the door closed gently behind them.

Flender turned around and looked at Tang San.

"When you bought that Yellow Crystal, shouldn't you have paid back part of the debt by now?"

Flender stretched out his hand, palm up.

"I was supposed to pay back every month, but it's been four months since I last paid."

Tang San stood in the corridor, feeling as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

He finally won a few matches in the Soul Arena and accumulated some Gold Soul Coins, but now, before he could even enjoy them, he had to hand them all over.

The lights at the Suotuo Great Soul Arena were brighter tonight than ever before. All the crystal chandeliers under the dome were lit, illuminating the Soul Arena Platform in a dazzling display.

The stands were packed, with people even standing in the aisles.

In the highest VIP section, several elegantly dressed nobles sat together.

A slightly overweight middle-aged man swirled the wine in his glass, glanced sideways at the person next to him, and...

How much did you bet this time?

The man next to him wore a dark blue silk robe and two gold rings on his fingers. "It's nothing, just a little gambling for fun."

The slightly overweight man chuckled and nodded his wine glass in the other person's direction.

"A little gambling for fun? I think you're trying to squeeze every last drop out of the Soul Arena."

The man in the blue shirt wasn't annoyed. He took a sip of his drink and retorted, "Don't talk about me, you've placed your share of bets too, haven't you?"

The slightly chubby man chuckled twice and rubbed his hands together.

"A little gambling is harmless fun, a little gambling is harmless fun."

He said that, but his eyes, reflecting the bright lights of the Soul Arena Platform, gleamed with a sharp light.

On the high platform at the edge of the Soul Arena Platform, Manager Ao stood there, his gaze fixed on the platform.

His expression looked much more serious than usual, his lips slightly pursed. A young staff member in a Soul Arena uniform quickly walked up to him, leaned close to his ear, and whispered something.

Manager Ao's pupils contracted slightly.

He turned his head to the side, his voice extremely low. "How much?"

"Five hundred million Gold Soul Coins."

The staff member's voice was trembling.

"If we lose this match, the Suotuo Great Soul Arena will have to pay out 500 million Gold Soul Coins. All our liquid funds combined won't be enough; we'll have to mortgage the entire Soul Arena."

Manager Ao remained silent.

He stood on the high platform, his gaze sweeping across the faces of the richly dressed nobles in the audience, before settling on the entrance passages on both sides of the Soul Arena Platform.

He gripped the Loudspeaker Soul Tool tighter and silently said in his heart: Shrek Seven Devils, if you can get out of this predicament, the Great Soul Arena will remember your kindness.

On the other side of the Soul Arena Platform, the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team were already waiting at the entrance.

Qin Ming stood before them, dressed in black, his expression more solemn than usual.

"This time, I have only one request: absolutely no one must die."

The seven people were stunned for a moment.

Qin Ming continued,

"Lingling, after this Soul Fighting ends, if your opponent is injured, you must heal them immediately." He then looked at Dugu Yan, "Yanzi, you must also detoxify them immediately."

Ye Lingling nodded, her voice gentle. "Okay, teacher."

Dugu Yan raised an eyebrow, glanced at Qin Ming, a hint of confusion in her slightly upturned eyes, but quickly looked away and nodded. "Understood, teacher."

Yu Tianheng finally spoke, his voice a few decibels deeper than usual. "Teacher, why?"

He paused, his tone carrying a suppressed displeasure.

Qin Ming glanced at him but didn't explain further.

"You'll find out later. Don't ask any more questions, just do as I say."

The lights on the Soul Arena Platform suddenly focused, shining on the fourteen people.

The host, Doudou, hovered in mid-air, flapping her wings. Her voice, clear and resonant, came through the Loudspeaker Soul Tool.

"Although this is only a battle at the Soul Elder level, their achievements should not be underestimated! Both sides, please release your Martial Souls!"

Both teams released their Martial Soul at the same time.

On the Imperial Fighting Team's side, Yu Tianheng stood at the very front, a deep dragon roar resounding from his chest, and blue-purple lightning Entanglement and exploded around him.

His right arm swelled to twice its size, and a layer of fine Dragon Scale Patterns appeared on the surface of his skin. His fingertips transformed into five sharp dragon claws, each Entanglement with pulsating arcs of electricity.

Dai Mubai stood opposite him, a tiger's roar rolling out from deep within his throat.

With the Martial Soul Possession, his muscles swelled, his golden hair gleamed coldly under the lights, and his feet were also marked by two yellow and one purple feet.

The two auras collided in the center of the Soul Arena Platform, unleashing a roar of dragons and a howl of tigers. Blue-purple lightning and Golden Soul Power sparks intertwined and exploded.

Yu Tianheng slightly raised his chin, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Please enlighten me."

Dai Mubai lowered his center of gravity, crossed his arms in front of him, and said, "No problem."

The referee gave the whistle, and the match began.

Yu Tianheng rushed forward almost without hesitation.

He completely disregarded the people in front of him.

The First Soul Ring lit up: Thunderclap Dragon Claw.

With his right hand, his five fingers joined together to form a claw, and with a sharp whistling sound as if tearing through the air, he reached out to grab Dai Mubai's chest.

Dai Mubai did not retreat. His First Soul Ring lit up simultaneously, the White Tiger Body Shield, a pale Golden light covering his entire body, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Ning Rongrong stood behind, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda shone brightly, a surge of power amplifying Dai Mubai's power.

The two attacks collided.