A Soul Fight Without the Slightest Pressure

Ye Fan heard his name called.

"Wow, it's my turn already!"

He thought that matching a battle in the Great Soul Arena would be very slow.

It seems there are quite a few Soul Master here.

If the restriction of playing only one game per day were lifted, matchmaking might be even faster.

"Ye Fan, keep it up!"

Ning Rongrong sweetly encouraged Ye Fan.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Ye Fan gave a confident smile and then strode into the Competitor Passage.

"What a boastful talker, expecting to be back soon? I just hope he doesn't lose too badly."

Dai Mubai said with a hint of disdain from behind.

He could forgive and forget about Tang San, who had seriously injured him, and Xiao Wu, who could send him flying, and show them goodwill.

But Ye Fan... in his eyes, this guy was nothing more than a gigolo!

Ma Hongjun: "..."

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

If Dai Mubai had seen the battle between Ye Fan and Zhao Wuji that day, he definitely wouldn't have said such a thing.

He could only cautiously offer a reminder to Dai Mubai.

"Boss Dai, Ye Fan might not necessarily lose."

Dai Mubai looked at Ma Hongjun with surprise.

Hey, where are you standing?

But Xiao Wu wouldn't care about Dai Mubai.

Hearing him curse Ye Fan like that, she put her hands on her hips and immediately retorted.

"Hmph, you lecherous tiger, don't think the whole world is full of good-for-nothings just because you're a fool, okay?"

"That's right, Ye Fan would never talk big," Ning Rongrong chimed in.

Dai Mubai's lips twitched, glancing at Zhu Zhuqing out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, even that usually aloof face showed a hint of impatience.

Dai Mubai felt even more upset.

Does this woman also think that kid can win?

"Hmph, just wait and see."

He said something defiantly, then turned away and said no more.

He won't gain anything by continuing...

On the field.

Ye Fan had already stepped onto the arena.

Standing opposite him was a burly man who was two meters tall, holding a large, round-headed hammer that looked like refined iron.

The hammerheads on both sides are like hourglasses, large at the sides and small in the middle.

I don't know if they have any special abilities.

But judging from the cheers around him, this guy seems pretty good.

The burly man was momentarily surprised when he saw Ye Fan's youthful face.

He said smugly, "Kid, look at your delicate skin, don't waste your time, hurry up and get down, or Grandpa's hammer will smash you until you scream!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan grinned.

You're actually a pretty nice person.

Although he made those tough words before the battle, this guy somehow managed to keep you from getting angry.

When you have enough strength, no matter who your opponent is or what provocative actions they take, they will appear as powerless as a child.

Ye Fan turned slightly to the side and beckoned with one hand.

"If you can do it, why don't you give it a try?"

Seeing that tensions were rising between the two, the host quickly announced the start of the competition.

The moment the host finished speaking, Wang Dachui charged straight at Ye Fan, his three Soul Ring —white and yellow—lighting up instantly beneath his feet.

This kid dares to be so arrogant, not even activating his Martial Soul. Then don't blame him for lacking martial ethics!

"Third Soul Skill, Mountain-Crushing Shock!"

A thick, earthy-yellow light condensed on the head of Wang Dachui's hammer.

The hammer exuded an aura as powerful as a mountain, its swing heavy as Qian Jun, and even the arena resounded with a heavy stomp as it was swung, directly smashing towards Ye Fan.

Seeing this, Ye Fan remained calm and composed.

How could someone think of absorbing earth-attribute Soul Beast to increase the weight of the hammer?

This Wang Dachui is quite a character.

However, the speed was a bit slow. Ye Fan said without exaggeration that even his grandmother could dodge at that speed.

Thinking of this, he simply stepped back to the side, easily avoiding the attack.

The lines on the Tongue lit up instantly.

"Go down."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Golden Ripples surged out. At the same time, Ye Fan struck out with his palm, hitting Wang Dachui on the shoulder, increasing the chances of the Word Spirit being successfully cast.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

After Wang Dachui was slapped by Ye Fan, there was no force in his palm at all.

He was initially quite pleased with himself.

But the next moment, he found that he could not control his momentum and rushed straight off the stage.

Everyone present stared in disbelief at the scene.

Dai Mubai, who had raised serious doubts before the match even started, felt his face burning with shame, unable to believe the dramatic ending.

Wang Dachui, who was lying on the ground, couldn't believe it either.

He lost just like that?

Immediately afterwards, a chorus of protests erupted from the audience.

"Match-fixing!!"

"They're fixing the match!!"

"This is such blatant cheating, isn't the Great Soul Arena going to do anything about it?!"

"Damn it, give me my money back!!!"

Hearing the overwhelming curses from the audience, Xiao Wu and the others became worried for Ye Fan.

Ning Rongrong leaned on the railing, trying to speak up for Ye Fan, but her voice was quickly drowned out.

How could they be so irresponsible and spread such nonsense!

Ma Hongjun, standing to the side, remained remarkably calm.

"Don't worry, the Great Soul Arena won't wrongly accuse any contestant. There aren't that many behind-the-scenes schemes."

Oscar chimed in, "Right, right, those people are just questioning their existence because they bet a lot of money on Wang Dachui's three-game winning streak."

Many people have lost everything gambling.

That's why they're so excited.

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong finally relaxed a little.

So that's how it is.

Tang San, standing to the side, began to have some interesting thoughts. There were actually betting booths here?

He quietly took two steps back and walked towards the Front Desk outside.

This could be an opportunity for him to make money.

Whether it's betting on Ye Fan or on himself and Xiao Wu, it's a sure thing that he'll make a profit.

The host of the Great Soul Arena reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

These poor bastards are the most troublesome...

This happens every time I bet on something. If you're so capable, why don't you just stop betting altogether?

But the Dragon King resolved the situation too quickly; it almost felt unreal.

He cleared his throat and quickly said through the microphone, "Ladies and gentlemen, please calm down."

The host's voice echoed throughout the Great Soul Arena, and everyone present fell silent, eager to hear his explanation.

"Ahem, according to our data, the Dragon King contestant's Martial Soul is of the spiritual type and has an extremely high level of thirty-eight."

It's safe to say that achieving this against a player of similar skill level like Wang Dachui would be no problem at all.

Please watch rationally and don't let it interfere with your next Soul Fighting. Thank you for your understanding.

"So... the winner of this match is... the Dragon King!!!"

As the host finished speaking, in one corner of the audience...

Flender was overjoyed to have bet five thousand Gold Soul Coin on Ye Fan.

"Good lad, you didn't disappoint me!"