Blood Night Twin Fiends

Qin Ye left without hesitation, leaving the bewildered Zhu Yan alone where she stood.

Zhu Yan stood frozen for a long time. Only when her wounds began to worsen did she awaken from her painful emotions and drag her exhausted body back for treatment.

"Hiss! That hurts." Zhu Yan cried out involuntarily as she dabbed medicinal solution over her body in the rest room. At that moment, she resembled a lone wolf king, silently licking her wounds in a corner.

Her red battle armor rested on an armor stand, leaving Zhu Yan's voluptuous figure completely exposed to the air. Her body was red all over, mottled with purple and blue bruises. Not all those injuries had come from Qin Ye; some had been inflicted by her earlier opponents.

"Do I really have no choice but to hand my martial soul over to that bastard of a brother?" Zhu Yan rested her right hand on her left forearm as the shameful details of her family's secret technique surfaced in her mind.

Snakes were savage by nature. Amid their chaotic struggles, only by devouring the finest of their own kind could they stand at the pinnacle, leap through the Dragon Gate like a carp, and transcend the mortal world. At the same time, snakes were inherently lustful and cold-blooded, showing not the slightest tenderness toward their own kin.

The so-called family secret technique amounted to binding Zhu Yan's hands and feet and throwing her into a sealed chamber, where Zhu She would use a sexual cultivation method to pin her beneath him, toy with her body, steal her chastity, strip away her last shred of dignity, and then devour her martial soul bit by bit while draining her soul power.

When that happened, not only would Zhu She's martial soul evolve, but his cultivation would also rise dramatically. As for Zhu Yan, her martial soul would shatter, her cultivation would plummet a thousand fathoms, and she would become a cripple incapable of cultivating ever again.

"No, I refuse to accept this." Zhu Yan gripped her arm tightly and used her mouth to wind a bandage around it. "No matter how you all target me, I, Zhu Yan, will never admit defeat! Even if I die, I'll die in the Soul Fighting Arena, not in that bastard's bed." With that, Zhu Yan left the rest room, her arms and abdomen wrapped in bandages, and returned to the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Master, will it really work, with one of us playing the good cop and the other the bad cop?" the heart demon asked curiously as Qin Ye headed back.

Qin Ye confidently wagged his right index finger. "That's what you don't understand. When dealing with a strong-willed woman like her, if you don't break her pride, she'll only climb onto your head and bully you afterward. To seize the initiative, you have to act even tougher than she does. I only had you play the good cop because I was worried Zhu Yan would buckle under the pressure and collapse."

"I don't actually want to cooperate with Zhu She. Judging by Zhu Yan's memories, someone like him is only fit to be a blade, not a hilt. Holding him in my hand would only slowly cut me."

"Besides, don't you think taming such a wild beauty gives you a real sense of accomplishment? I certainly find it satisfying."

"Oh! So that's it!" The heart demon nodded repeatedly, as though enlightenment had dawned on it.

"You still have plenty to learn. Stick with me and learn well." Qin Ye smiled calmly.

"Yes!" After delivering a textbook salute, the heart demon said, "Your student, the heart demon, will diligently study my master and teacher's techniques for picking up women!"

Qin Ye returned to his seat in the stands. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had already gone to compete, leaving only Ning Rongrong waiting for him.

"Brother Ye, you're back!" Ning Rongrong excitedly stepped forward and hugged Qin Ye, nuzzling her soft, fragrant body against his chest. "It's almost our turn for the next doubles match. You have to protect me, Brother Ye."

Faced with Ning Rongrong's sweet, coquettish behavior, Qin Ye gently stroked her silky hair, then slid his hand down to embrace her delicate waist. "Mm. Let's go together, then."

Qin Ye had barely expended any soul power. He would not feel tired even if he fought two more matches. Compared with the relentless, high-intensity slaughter in Slaughter City, the rest periods at the Great Soul Arena were absurdly generous.

Qin Ye and Ning Rongrong stood on the stage, with their opponents already facing them from the other side.

The Soul Fighting Arena's giant screen immediately updated.

On the left was Qin Ye and Ning Rongrong's Seven Hearts Combination. They had currently fought zero doubles matches and had a total of 2 points, including Qin Ye's individual match points.

On the right was a brother and sister with red eyes and black hair, whose team name was the Blood Night Twin Fiends. Their current doubles record was seven wins and three losses, with a full 150 points! A doubles win rate of seventy percent was exceedingly rare throughout the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Brother, it looks like we're going to win again."

"Yes, little sister. I think I can already see the goddess of victory beckoning to us."

The younger sister, Blood Garment, held the Soul-Binding Lock. A silver canine showed at the corner of her mouth, and a trace of bloodlust lurked in her scarlet eyes.

The older brother, Blood Pool, held the Soul-Cutting Blade, its heavy blade resting on his shoulder. His towering body resembled a city wall as he arrogantly surveyed Ning Rongrong and Qin Ye.

"Little sister, how many people have we killed in doubles matches again?"

"Let me count. Eighteen, I think, Brother. Adding these two will make up for those two who surrendered as soon as they stepped onto the stage last time."

"Really? Heh heh, that's wonderful, little sister." Blood Pool licked the corner of his mouth, revealing a mouthful of sharp, sharklike teeth. "My blade is already thirsting for blood. How exciting!"

Looking at the two sick, deranged people before her, Ning Rongrong instinctively retreated two steps and hid behind Qin Ye.

Blood Garment and Blood Pool reeked strongly of blood. Clearly, the two had killed no small number of people.

Pinching her nose, Ning Rongrong hid behind Qin Ye and whispered, "Brother Ye, they smell so strong. It's awful. And they look so strange, like patients who just walked out of a mental hospital."

Qin Ye gave an awkward smile at her words. In Slaughter City, the Blood Garment Siblings would actually have counted as normal people; he had seen people far more insane than they were. And Ning Rongrong would probably never know that the person she now relied on had been far, far crazier than the siblings before her during his time in Slaughter City.

"Don't be afraid. Once you've boosted me, just fall back. I'll deal with them." Qin Ye patted Ning Rongrong's head, his eyes cold and sinister as he sized up the Blood Garment Siblings. "The Soul-Binding Lock and the Soul-Cutting Blade. It's been a long time since I encountered a combination like this. I wonder how much weight you two carry compared with those lunatics in Slaughter City who don't care whether they live or die."

Qin Ye and Ning Rongrong stood on the left side of the stage, quietly waiting for the match to begin.

"I hereby declare this soul fighting match officially begun!" At the referee's command, Ning Rongrong immediately used her enhancement soul skills on Qin Ye.

"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Pagoda Appears!"

"Seven Treasures Have Names, First: Strength."

"Seven Treasures Have Names, Second: Speed."

Two rays of radiant light enveloped Qin Ye. Seeing that her task was complete, Ning Rongrong immediately retreated to the edge of the stage to cheer him on.

"Brother Ye! You can do it! Beat them! I believe in you!" Ning Rongrong raised her little fists and waved them from side to side, looking both adorable and charming.

Qin Ye carefully felt the power within his body, then wiped his wrist guards with a wicked grin. "All right. Watch how I defeat them!"