Conspiracy

The stands were buzzing with discussion, and the betting was in full swing.

And in a luxurious VIP box on the top floor of the boxing ring.

A middle-aged man sat on a leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine and swirling it slowly.

The man was wearing an expensive suit, his hair was neatly combed, and his skin was well-maintained; he looked like someone who lived a life of luxury.

He was a wealthy businessman in Skysea City, surnamed Zhao, known as Boss Zhao.

Boss Zhao came to Eastsea City this time specifically for Sea Tiger.

He asked the servant beside him, who was slightly bowing.

"Are you sure that Sea Tiger won't refuse to compete tonight?"

The attendant nodded quickly.

"Confirmed, President Zhao. The information is absolutely reliable; Sea Tiger will definitely be there tonight. Our people have already confirmed it."

Boss Zhao grunted in agreement, his gaze falling on the figure wearing a pure white mask on the boxing ring, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

He'd been watching Sea Tiger for a long time.

A Soul Master who doesn't use any Soul Skill can be so powerful.

This is unreasonable.

For a normal Soul Master, combat relies on Soul Skill. Soul Power is just the foundation; Soul Skill are the core of combat power.

But this Sea Tiger never used any Soul Skill from beginning to end; he won forty-three matches purely through his physical body, fist techniques, and that strange electric current.

Moreover, his opponents, from Soul Grandmaster to Soul Elder, grew stronger and stronger, yet none of them could gain the upper hand against him.

This is highly unusual.

Boss Zhao was a seasoned veteran; he immediately sensed something was amiss.

There's definitely a big secret about this Sea Tiger.

Especially that strange electric current.

Boss Zhao had watched Sea Tiger's match recordings.

Electric current.

It wasn't the kind of lightning from a lightning-attribute Martial Soul, but a purer, more violent electric current.

Boss Zhao guessed that Sea Tiger must possess some kind of unknown power. It could be some special cultivation technique, some rare Soul Bone, or even some ancient inheritance.

He'd be rich if he could get his hands on anything, no matter what it was.

Boss Zhao became more and more excited as he thought about it.

He came here specifically for Sea Tiger.

For this reason, he specially brought a boxer he had signed from Skysea City.

Zhou Kuang.

A level 43 Soul Ancestor, he has been practicing for ten years and is ruthless. He has taken at least eighty to one hundred lives.

Boss Zhao's plan was simple.

Let Zhou Kuang cripple Sea Tiger in the boxing ring.

Destroy his Soul Power and his martial arts.

At that time, an ordinary person whose Soul Power has been destroyed will be at his mercy.

We'll take him back and interrogate him slowly; he'll surely spill the beans.

As for disabling a fighter from an underground boxing ring, wouldn't that cause trouble?

Boss Zhao didn't care at all.

He was just an underground boxer; if he dies, he dies. Who cares?

Even if someone investigates, they won't be able to trace it back to him.

So many people die in underground boxing rings every year; one more or one less won't make a difference.

Boss Zhao took a sip of red wine, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Sea Tiger, I'm going to have your secret.

On the boxing ring.

The host has already left.

Bai Yushan and Zhou Kuang stood facing each other.

Zhou Kuang looked Bai Yushan up and down, his eyes full of disdain.

In his opinion, this guy named Sea Tiger was just a pretty face created by the audience. His 43-fight undefeated streak was probably all part of a script arranged by the boxing ring to find some trash opponents to inflate his record.

Otherwise, how strong could a kid who looks only a teenager be?

"Kid, I heard you're pretty arrogant."

Zhou Kuang grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Forty-three games undefeated? Today you've met me, Zhou Kuang. Your undefeated record ends here."

Bai Yushan chuckled, a contemptuous smile curving his lips beneath the mask.

"Forty-three games unbeaten? You dare to even mention those words?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire boxing ring.

"Soul Ancestor? Fourth Ring? I thought he was something special. He's just a piece of trash in a bug's shell."

Zhou Kuang's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and his fists clenched so tightly they cracked. In his ten years in the underground boxing world, no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.

"You little brat, you're asking for it!"

"Looking for death?" Bai Yushan tilted his head, his tone nonchalant. "You? I could stand here and let you hit me, and you still wouldn't be able to break my defense."

"You--"

Zhou Kuang was trembling with rage and was about to rush forward to attack. But he stopped abruptly after taking just one step.

rule.

Underground boxing rings have their own rules. Whoever makes the first move before the announcer shouts "start" loses. He's a contracted boxer; if he breaks the rules, not only will Boss Zhao be unable to protect him, but the Federation law enforcement team could arrest him in no time.

No matter how arrogant he is, he wouldn't dare to go against the laws of the Sun Moon Federation.

Seeing Zhou Kuang's angry but speechless expression, Bai Yushan laughed even more unrestrainedly.

"What? Afraid to move? Or is it that your so-called Soul Ancestor strength is all talk and no action?"

"Let me tell you, trash is trash. Even if I gave you ten Soul Ring, you'd still be trash."

"I could beat you with one hand in today's match."

Zhou Kuang's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently. He stared intently at Bai Yushan, wishing he could rush up and tear that damn face apart.

Bai Yushan didn't bother to look at him anymore. His gaze swept over the dark mass of people in the stands and finally landed on the direction of the luxurious private box on the top floor.

Of course he knew Boss Zhao was there.

He also knew what Boss Zhao was planning.

So what?

A hint of maniacal laughter flashed across Bai Yushan's eyes.

What's the point of beating up a brat like Tang Wulin who hasn't even grown his first hair?

True dominance can only be truly demonstrated when facing the strong.

Soul Ancestor?

This is a perfect opportunity to test where his current limits are!

The electric current flowed slowly through his body, and 100,000 volts of Bioelectricity surged and leaped between his cells, bringing waves of tingling excitement. Bai Yushan could clearly feel his muscles trembling slightly, every fiber yearning for battle.

He licked his lips, his eyes growing brighter beneath the mask.

bring it on.

Let me see how long you, you worm, can last.

The host didn't keep the two waiting for long.

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached its peak, the host raised his right hand, and his voice resounded throughout the boxing ring through the loudspeaker.

"The match begins!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Zhou Kuang moved.

Boom!

Four purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring rose from beneath his feet, neatly arranged around his body. Purple, purple, purple, purple. Four rings of all Thousand-Year Soul Ring —this configuration is absolutely luxurious among Soul Ancestor level cultivators.

A surge of intense Soul Power instantly swept across the entire boxing ring.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Zhou Kuang let out a low roar, and his body began to change. A layer of jet-black armor emerged from beneath his skin, covering his entire body. On his forehead, a thick, black horn slowly grew out, gleaming with a cold metallic luster. His body also swelled up, his muscles bulging, exuding an explosive sense of power.