Money-Adding Layman

The next day.

Feng Yang took Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the three members of Meng Shu's family to the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena.

"Yiran, we'll watch you fight one match today, then your grandmother and I will head back," Meng Shu said.

"Got it, Grandpa, Grandma. Go on without worry," Meng Yiran said.

"This child... Her grandparents are leaving, yet she isn't the least bit reluctant to part with us. A granddaughter really stops belonging to us once she grows up," Chao Tianxiang said.

Meng Yiran: "..."

Feng Yang: "Pfft~"

"Hahaha!" Meng Shu laughed heartily.

"Brother Meng, Snake Grandma, don't worry. If I have the time, I'll definitely visit your home with Yiran," Feng Yang said.

"Good, good, good."

"You'll be most welcome."

"Brother Feng Yang, Yiran is in your care, then."

"Mm."

They entered the Soul Fighting Arena together.

They had just reached the registration counter and were about to sign up for matchmaking.

A bespectacled staff member from the Suotuo City Soul Fighting Arena approached them.

"Hello, young team leader."

Feng Yang looked over.

"What can I do for you?"

"I know that your disciples are all exceptionally capable contestants. I'd like to invite you to take part in a Seven-Person Team Match. There will be additional compensation," the man with glasses said.

At those words.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong both looked eager to give it a try.

One-on-one and two-on-two matches were simply too monotonous.

Feng Yang saw it all.

"It's possible, but we only have four people at the moment."

"Please don't worry about that. Our Great Soul Arena will arrange three additional people to join your team, making a seven-person team for the match," the man with glasses said.

"That much trouble?"

"Oh, hehe." The man with glasses hurriedly smiled ingratiatingly. "There will be an additional reward of one thousand Gold Soul Coins per person regardless of victory or defeat. If you win, it'll be five thousand Gold Soul Coins."

At the mention of five thousand Gold Soul Coins.

At the very least, Xiao Wu was extremely eager.

Feng Yang himself was tempted as well.

Damn it, traveling around with several girls cost a fortune.

Getting back even a little was better than nothing.

Although Ning Rongrong had money, he couldn't just ask her for it if she didn't offer.

That could easily lead to unequal treatment.

If they started arguing again later, and Ning Rongrong said all the money had come from her, how would he deal with that?

So unless they were truly at the end of their rope.

He absolutely couldn't casually ask for money.

"What kind of team is the opponent, for the Soul Fighting Arena to go to such lengths?" Feng Yang asked.

"This is their information."

He respectfully presented the prepared booklet with both hands.

Feng Yang took it and opened the first page.

Imperial Dou Team—

Yu Tianheng.

Level 39.

Martial Soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

So Heaven Dou Royal Academy had come here to show off.

No wonder they had given the Soul Fighting Arena such a headache.

Of course, this was also a collaboration between businessmen.

Knowing that this team would definitely win, bettors would place huge wagers on them.

Even if the odds were low, as long as they kept winning, the Soul Fighting Arena could still lose its shirt.

After several days in a row, they definitely wouldn't be able to take it.

"This team is strong. Even their weakest Support System member is above level 35," Feng Yang said.

"Huh? Let me see."

Ning Rongrong stepped forward and leaned in.

She was immediately rather shocked as well.

Yu Tianheng, level 39.

Dugu Yan, level 38.

Shi Mo, level 38.

Shi Mo, level 37.

Yu Feng, level 36.

Osler, level 36.

Ye Lingling, level 35.

"Yes. So among Soul Fighting matches of the same level, I think only you can fight them," the man with glasses said.

"Fine, but you'll have to pay more." Feng Yang directly transformed into Money-Adding Layman.

"This..."

"Of course, if we lose, forget it. But if we win, calculate it at ten thousand Gold Soul Coins per person. That should give my disciples some motivation too, shouldn't it?" Feng Yang said.

The man with glasses' eyes immediately lit up.

The other side was betting fiercely!

If they could really win!

Not only would they recover their losses, they might even turn a profit.

"Alright. Then I'll introduce the other three members to you now, so you can get to know each other first?"

"Sure."

"Old woman, it seems we'll have to watch this exciting seven-person showdown before leaving," Meng Shu said.

"I was thinking the same thing," Chao Tianxiang said.

Along with that.

The man with glasses led another group of three over.

Feng Yang had them display their Martial Souls one by one.

Based on his side's composition.

Ning Rongrong was Support System.

Zhu Zhuqing was Agility Attack System.

Xiao Wu was balanced between Power Attack and Agility Attack.

Meng Yiran was Power Attack System.

All three were close-range agility attackers. Looking at the lineup, they lacked a sturdy frontliner and a Control System member.

Of course.

Before absolute strength, all of that was just flashy nonsense.

They only needed to keep Ning Rongrong safe and draw the enemy's attention.

Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, and Meng Yiran could handle the rest.

As a luxurious carriage slowly came to a stop outside the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena.

A disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect stepped forward and clasped his fists.

"Sect Master, you've arrived."

A handsome man stepped down from the carriage first. It was Ning Fengzhi, followed by his Title Douluo bodyguard, Chen Xin.

"Mm. Is Rongrong participating in Soul Fighting matches right now?"

"Yes, but for some reason, she's been inside for an especially long time today. She hasn't entered a match, nor has she come out," the disciple reported.

"Then let's go in and take a look," Ning Fengzhi said.

"This way, Sect Master."

Such a small Soul Fighting Arena had never imagined it would receive a distinguished guest like the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

With only a token, they were invited straight to the second-floor viewing seats.

At that moment.

Feng Yang was standing there as well, holding a bottle of milk tea.

When Ning Fengzhi came up, Feng Yang glanced at him.

Other than his outstanding bearing, there was nothing particularly special about him.

Inside the Soul Fighting Arena.

The host spread her wings and glided through the air.

"Welcome, everyone, to the Suo Tuo Grand Soul Arena! It is my honor to see all our distinguished guests again. I am Doudou, tonight's host for the team battle. Now, please welcome both teams to the stage!"

Amid a burst of loud cheers.

Boom—

A gate opened.

Seven people appeared before the audience, with Meng Yiran standing at the center of the front line.

Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing stood behind her.

"Sect Master, I see Rongrong," Chen Xin said.

"Mm." Ning Fengzhi smiled as well, feeling much more at ease.

On the opposite side.

The seven members of the Imperial Dou Team appeared as well.

Both sides slowly walked toward the center of the arena.

"As expected of the main Soul Fighting Arena. It really is grand."

Standing on the second floor, Feng Yang looked down below.

His gaze immediately fixed on the purple-haired, green-eyed girl.

She had an absolutely stunning face.

She even wore a collar around her neck. It really made one want to attach a leash and lead her around.

Ye Lingling, pale from head to toe, was equally flawless and fair.

Both had short hair, giving them an especially refined air.

"Attention, both teams! The rules are as follows: the match ends when one side admits defeat, all members fall, or someone falls off the Soul Fighting Platform. Now, release your Martial Souls!" host Doudou shouted.