Watching Tang San and the others leave, Qin Ming froze briefly. Something seemed to occur to him, and his expression changed slightly. "A soul master who doesn't dare stir up trouble isn't a good soul master? Could it be...?"
"What is it, Teacher Qin? Do you know them?" Ye Lingling couldn't help asking when she noticed the change in his expression.
"Don't ask so many questions." Qin Ming waved his hand and said calmly, "Let's go. Our destination is the Soto Great Soul Arena. Follow me."
With that, he pushed off lightly with his toes and darted toward the Soto Great Soul Arena.
The others hurried after him.
The Imperial Fighting Team had suffered neither injuries nor losses in the brawl, so no one pursued the matter any further.
Night fell.
The Soto Great Soul Arena bustled as it did every night. Crowds began streaming in from every direction. Soul fighting was the most traditional and beloved form of entertainment, drawing large audiences here every evening.
The wealthy could enjoy the finest luxuries here, while even commoners with little money could watch soul masters compete.
The Great Soul Arena offered certain tickets specifically for commoners at very low prices. Thus, anyone who could afford food and clothing was willing to spend a little money watching soul masters compete here.
After all, on the Douluo Continent, merely catching sight of a soul master was enough to satisfy most commoners' vanity.
Of course, having purchased the cheapest tickets, these commoners could only watch ordinary soul fights.
Only wealthy patrons and nobles could watch the truly spectacular matches. With the Great Soul Arena also accepting wagers, it naturally became a place where the rich and noble competed both openly and in secret.
By now, the Great Soul Arena's scheduled soul fights were about