Heaven on Earth

Next, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing took the stage one after another, while Qin Ye sat below with Ning Rongrong, eating fruit and chatting as they watched the matches.

Once Xiao Wu stepped onto the stage, she unleashed the Soft-Bone Enchanting Rabbit's formidable aggression. Once she got close to an opponent, unless they possessed strength far beyond hers, all that awaited them was a one-sided beating.

"First Soul Skill: Waist Bow!"

"Soft Technique: Explosive Eight-Stage Throw!"

Xiao Wu moved over her opponent's body like a nimble snake, attacking while dodging swiftly, her movements dazzling the eyes.

"Aah!"

Bam!

Xiao Wu's opponent slammed hard into the arena floor, breaking two ribs. "S-so strong." After using every last ounce of strength to utter those words, the opponent passed out on the spot.

The referee immediately announced, "I declare the winner of this match: Xiao Wu!"

Xiao Wu turned around on the stage, pulled at her eyelids, and stuck out her little tongue at Qin Ye, making a face. "Brother Ye, you'd better not run into me. Otherwise, my heart will ache when I throw you around."

Qin Ye applauded Xiao Wu from below the stage. "Heh, all right. I'll wait and see, then." He thought that if he and the girls kept winning, there would be a good chance of facing each other tonight.

After Xiao Wu left the stage, Zhu Zhuqing was the next to step up.

Standing before Zhu Zhuqing was another female Soul Master specializing in agility attacks. A black mask covered her face, giving her a mysterious air.

As soon as Zhu Zhuqing stepped onto the stage, the spectators below began screaming. "What a pretty girl! She's absolutely gorgeous! Go, beauty! Justice will prevail!"

"I declare the match begun!" The moment the referee announced the start, the girl opposite Zhu Zhuqing sprang into action.

"First Soul Skill: Shadow Thrust!"

The girl's figure flickered rapidly, nearly leaving afterimages as she ran. By the time the spectators rubbed their eyes and looked again, her afterimages had become doubles indistinguishable from the real thing, closing in on Zhu Zhuqing from both flanks.

Spectator A: "Heavens! She's so fast! How did she do that just now?"

Spectator B: "No idea. I didn't see it clearly either! Could it have something to do with her martial soul?"

Spectator C: "Look! The fight seems to be over!"

In the blink of an eye, the battle had already reached its end.

Zhu Zhuqing's cat claws pierced straight through the masked girl's chest, striking a vital spot with precision.

"Pfft."

The masked girl's real body fell onto the arena floor with a thud. Her doubles had already been torn to pieces by Zhu Zhuqing, dissolving into black shadows that vanished into the air.

"W-why?" Clinging to her final breath, the masked girl looked at Zhu Zhuqing. "How did you... find me?"

Zhu Zhuqing turned away. Rather than offering an explanation, she looked at the referee. "Is the match over?"

The referee immediately came to his senses. "Oh, yes. Then I declare the winner of this match: Zhu Zhuqing!"

Watching the scoreboard change, Zhu Zhuqing gave a satisfied smile. If she kept fighting like this, she might get to face Qin Ye tonight.

"H-how exactly did you do it?" The masked girl grabbed Zhu Zhuqing's ankle, her eyes full of pleading. She could not understand. Zhu Zhuqing was not a mental-type Soul Master, nor did she possess any mental-type soul skills, so how had she been exposed?

Zhu Zhuqing looked back at the girl, her gaze devoid of emotion, and said coldly, "I didn't distinguish between you. Your movements were simply too slow. I saw through the movements of both your real body and your doubles. If my guess is right, you should already be dead."

Zhu Zhuqing kicked the girl's arm away and silently walked off the stage, as though all of this had been nothing more than a game of house, incapable of stirring the slightest interest in her.

Zhu Zhuqing had only one target tonight: Qin Ye. Aside from him, she regarded no one as worthy of her attention.

Her Nether Civet Martial Soul had now received a threefold enhancement, bringing a qualitative leap in her overall strength. It could be said that among those below the three-ring level, finding an opponent who could match Zhu Zhuqing was almost impossible. Even Spirit Hall's current Golden Generation might not be confident of defeating her.

Zhu Zhuqing quietly returned to Qin Ye's side from backstage and nestled against his arm like a docile kitten, her voice gentle. "Brother Ye, what did you think of my performance just now?"

Zhu Zhuqing was like a child waiting for an adult's praise. She had handed in a perfect answer sheet and was only waiting for Qin Ye to reward her.

Qin Ye's fingertips brushed lightly beneath Zhu Zhuqing's chin before he gently tapped the tip of her nose. "Heh, well done. I'll reward you when we get back tonight."

"What reward? Brother Ye, I want one too." Unwilling to be outdone, Xiao Wu leaned closer, a trace of pride in her eyes. "Wasn't my performance tonight good too? I want a reward as well. Brother Ye, you can't play favorites."

Ning Rongrong sat quietly in her seat, her delicate hands gently peeling a grape. "Here, Brother Ye. Open wide."

Ning Rongrong fed the grape into Qin Ye's mouth herself, offering him a subtle smile. "Brother Ye, if I do well later, don't forget about me either. All three of us are your little sisters. If you play favorites, I'll get jealous."

Faced with the three girls throwing themselves into his arms and tending to him so devotedly, Qin Ye relaxed and spread his arms, pulling Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing into his embrace. "Of course. I'm the best big brother under heaven, and my little sisters will be the happiest little sisters under heaven too."

In the distance, Ma Hongjun and Oscar were already grinding their teeth at the sight. Their two pairs of envious eyes looked ready to leap out and take a bite out of Qin Ye.

"Damn it, Qin Ye's living far too well! How can anyone have it this good?!" Oscar was so envious he nearly cried. Watching Ning Rongrong feed Qin Ye a grape she had peeled herself truly drove him wild with jealousy.

Ma Hongjun stared fixedly at Qin Ye's smug face, wanting to brand that final image deep into his mind. "Hmph, Qin Ye, enjoy your final moments. You'd better pray you don't run into me until later. Otherwise, just wait for my ultimate fire to tear that face of yours apart!"

Qin Ye held Xiao Wu with his left arm and Zhu Zhuqing with his right, still chewing the grape Ning Rongrong had peeled. This life fit for an immortal was something he had never experienced even in Slaughter City.

Compared with Shrek's sweet-smelling, soft-bodied girls, the musclebound monsters in Slaughter City, whose minds were filled with nothing but slaughter, were simply unbearable for Qin Ye to look at.

"Phew, now this truly is heaven on earth."

Soon, it was Qin Ye's turn to take the stage again. Because of his outstanding performance in the previous match, the matchmaking mechanism began flexing its muscles this time, pairing him with an opponent who already had five consecutive wins.

Standing on the stage, Qin Ye contemptuously sized up the girl with the sultry figure opposite him.

The girl had long, fiery-red hair and wore a suit of vermilion armor that covered the important parts of her body, leaving her midriff and thighs exposed to the air, their pale expanse like waves in the spring breeze.

Qin Ye could sense the fighting spirit blazing within the girl, but to him, it was still nowhere near enough. "Do you want to beat me that badly? Heh, then let me have some fun with you."