While the Heart Demon subdued the Blood Night Twin Fiends, Qin Ye himself had already returned to the spectator seats to recover.
Qin Ye sat alone on the floor, eyes closed in silent meditation. Defeating the Blood Night Twin Fiends had consumed nearly half his Soul Power, and he still had plenty of matches ahead of him. Tang San in particular weighed on his mind; Qin Ye kept feeling that he would run into that kid.
In the Great Soul Arena, a One-Ring Soul Master with enough consecutive wins had a small chance of being matched against a Two-Ring opponent. But as Qin Ye's winning streak continued, that chance would grow considerably.
After Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing returned, neither chose to disturb him. They simply stood quietly nearby, making sure no one came over to interrupt him.
On the stands opposite them, Zhu Yan had watched Qin Ye's entire battle against the Blood Night Twin Fiends, and it had shaken her deeply. "He actually won?"
Zhu Yan had fought Blood Garment of the Blood Night Twin Fiends before. Her Soul-Binding Lock was virtually impossible to guard against, while her older brother's Soul-Cutting Blade swept through all opposition at the two-ring level. Almost no one could withstand his second slash head-on.
"Could this Qin Ye really help me?" Zhu Yan nervously rested her delicate hand on her forearm. "I should watch a few more matches. Maybe he just got lucky this time and didn't face a Soul Master with strong spiritual power."
Under Zhu Yan's watchful gaze, Qin Ye stepped into the arena again.
Over the next three hours, announcements of Qin Ye's winning streak rang through the Great Soul Arena incessantly, like an alarm clock going off at regular intervals.
"Contestant Qin Ye, five wins and zero losses in individual matches! One win and zero losses in doubles. Total points: 15."
"Contestant Qin Ye, seven wins and zero losses in individual matches! Two wins and zero losses in doubles. Total points: 45!"
"Contestant Qin Ye, eight wins and zero losses in individual matches! Two wins and zero losses in doubles! Total points: 55. Current winning streak: 10! Soul Fighting points awarded for winning the next match: 100!"
After five consecutive wins, each match earned ten Soul Fighting points. After ten consecutive wins, each match earned a hundred. A loss at any point reset the winning streak.
Standing in the arena, Qin Ye kicked aside the corpse at his feet and let out a long, heavy breath. "Whew. It's finally almost over."
After his eighth consecutive win, Qin Ye had begun getting matched against Two-Ring Soul Masters. The Soul Power required to fight them was on an entirely different scale from fighting One-Ring Soul Masters.
After a whole night of fierce fighting, Qin Ye had exhausted half his mental stamina and endurance. All he wanted now was to finish the next match, return to the academy, and enjoy a good sleep with his sweet, soft little cupcakes in his arms.
As Qin Ye stepped down from the arena, Ning Rongrong immediately jogged over and took his arm. "Brother Ye, why don't you stop? You look so tired. I'm afraid something will happen to you if you keep fighting." Her beautiful eyes filled with worry as she looked at him, her small hands gripping his arm tightly as she tried to pull him away to rest.
"That's right, Brother Ye. You can't keep fighting. Your body won't hold up if you go on." Xiao Wu planted her hands on her slender waist and spoke with an angry expression.
She had been urging Qin Ye to rest since the previous match, but he had refused to listen. Just as Xiao Wu had expected, his condition had declined by at least thirty percent after this match. He looked like an office worker barely holding himself together after working overtime into the early hours.
"Brother Ye, please take a break. It hurts to see you like this. You need to take care of yourself." Zhu Zhuqing came over and took his other arm. "I'll give you a massage when we get back. Just rest, Brother Ye."
Faced with the three girls' mixture of gentle persuasion and firm insistence, Qin Ye's weary heart gradually began to waver. Maybe I should call it a night? Even if I don't get a Bronze Soul Fighter medal, Dean Flender won't say anything.
But just as Qin Ye was about to make up his mind, the draw for his and Ning Rongrong's next match came out.
"Next doubles match: Seven Hearts Combination versus Sausage Combination."
Ma Hongjun's and Oscar's names appeared on the board. At the sight of them, the fatigue in Qin Ye's heart vanished like smoke and clouds, and his spirits rose again.
"Let me fight one more match. Just one last match, all right?" Qin Ye gently negotiated with the three girls. "You know that if I back out now, Ma Hongjun and Oscar will definitely laugh at me when we return to the academy. That's something I absolutely can't tolerate. So no matter what, I can't withdraw from this match."
"You wouldn't want those two pieces of trash calling your big brother a coward tomorrow, would you?"
Ning Rongrong and the others lowered their heads and remained silent for a moment. In the end, Ning Rongrong broke the silence. "Then it's a promise. Only one last match. Otherwise, I really will get angry, Brother Ye."
Ning Rongrong waved her little fists and gave Qin Ye's chest two token punches. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing also nodded slightly, offering Qin Ye and Ning Rongrong their encouragement.
"Rongrong, Brother Ye, give it your best! You have to win!"
"All right. I'll bring back the victory."
Qin Ye and Ning Rongrong stepped into the arena together. Ma Hongjun had already been waiting there for quite some time, like a vicious wolf.
Beside him, Oscar had stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong ever since she stepped into the arena. Every time he saw Qin Ye standing next to her, intense jealousy welled up in his heart.
Damn it, why isn't it me standing beside Rongrong? Oscar clenched his fists and turned a cold gaze on Qin Ye. "Qin Ye, today I, Oscar, will defeat you and show Rongrong that I'm no worse than you!"
The referee was already in position. After confirming that there were no issues with either team's roster, he announced the start of the match.
"I declare this match officially begun!"
"Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Pagoda Appears!"
"Seven Treasures Have Names, First: Strength."
"Seven Treasures Have Names, Second: Speed."
Before Oscar could react, Ning Rongrong had already applied her enhancements to Qin Ye.
"What a fast opening!" Oscar exclaimed.
"What good is being fast? Can he outrun my Phoenix Flame?" Ma Hongjun wiped his nose disdainfully. "Watch me burn you to death with my phoenix fire!"
"Second Soul Skill: Phoenix Rebirth!"
The Phoenix Martial Soul behind Ma Hongjun let out a piercing cry! Once activated, his second Soul Skill increased the power of Phoenix Fire Line by thirty percent! It enhanced not only the damage, but also the area it covered!
"First Soul Skill: Phoenix Fire Line!"
Scorching flames burst from Ma Hongjun's mouth, spreading toward them like a sea of fire. With Oscar's sausages replenishing his Soul Power, Ma Hongjun had no need to worry about consumption, so he launched an all-out attack right from the start.
At the sight, a contemptuous smile curled Qin Ye's lips, as though everything had gone exactly as he expected.
"The Evil Fire Phoenix's flames are certainly fierce. But if you keep your firepower at full blast, will you roast me to death first, or will the evil fire inside you roast you first?"
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