Time passed little by little, and the atmosphere in the Great Soul Arena gradually grew more heated.
Chen Qingrui stood at one side of the stage, his bright, intent gaze sweeping over the crowd as though searching for something.
"The grand finale is about to begin," Chen Qingrui announced. His voice rang clearly throughout the Soul Fighting Arena, giving everyone a jolt.
"Eighth Master, the grand finale? Is there going to be a match between Soul Ancestors?" Zhu Wuneng asked in confusion. A hint of anticipation showed on his face; he was clearly intrigued by the coming finale.
Soul King matches were rarely seen, so Soul Ancestors were all he had thought of.
Hearing Zhu Wuneng's question, Chen Xiaojun could not help feeling amused. This big-headed fellow possessed an irresistibly endearing honesty.
Chen Xiaojun did not answer Zhu Wuneng's question. He merely smiled softly and turned his gaze toward the center of the stage. He knew it would soon become the focus of the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen, today's greatest climax is almost upon us! This match alone will be worth the price of admission, because it is a fight to the death! And a fight to the death between Soul King Level experts, at that!" the host roared, almost hysterically. His voice resounded throughout the arena, his tone brimming with passion and fervor.
He was excited, trembling. This was the first time in his life he had been able to host such an important Soul Fighting match.
As the host's voice fell, the arena instantly boiled over.
"Is this for real?"
"Oh yeah! Hahaha..."
"These tickets were worth every penny!"
"Soul Kings! We actually get to see a Soul King Level match!"
"Yeah, and a fight to the death, too!"
"We're so lucky!"
"Quick, quick! Go