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Winchester Arena.
This place is a melting pot of all sorts of people, and has a strong gambling atmosphere.
He hadn't originally planned to bring his sister.
But even the most ruthless boy can't resist his little darling's crying, tantrums, and threats of suicide.
They insisted on seeing their brother's heroic figure and his handsome and charming moments.
Unfortunately, I guess I'll just have to bring it along.
I've been busy cultivating lately and haven't had much time to spend with this girl.
"Listen carefully, Yao'er. You must stay close to me later. When I go on stage to compete, don't run around. Be a good girl and wait for me to come to the audience to pick you up, okay?"
“Okay~” Dongfang Yao replied in a sweet and soft voice.
A brown squirrel perched obediently on her head, like a fluffy hat.
To avoid attracting attention, the two went to a general store and bought two masks and two oversized trench coats.
After all, when traveling, it's always good to have some insurance.
The girl wore a deer mask; she really liked these unusual animals.
Dongfang Jing didn't care about any of that.
I randomly chose a pure black mask, but there were white cracks carved on half of my face.
Hmm, it feels like it suits me perfectly.
They haven't even stepped into the Soul Arena yet.
Even at the entrance, a dull din of noise, the clanging of metal, and the sounds of fists and feet clashing, mixed with the smell of rust and sweat, assaulted the senses.
Dongfang Jing felt the small hand in his palm suddenly tighten a little.
He looked down, but his sister silently looked away, avoiding her brother's probing gaze.
Arrived at the registration area.
"Hello, I'd like to sign up for Soul Fighting."
The receptionist explained the rules to Dongfang Jing in a mechanical yet highly skilled tone, clearly having repeated them countless times.
In general, the Soul Fighting mode is divided into three categories: Sparring, Gambling, and Deathmatch.
The registration process is very simple.
Fill out the basic information form, pay the registration fee of 10 Gold Soul Coins, and finally test your Soul Power level to receive an Iron Fighting Soul Badge.
The receptionist said that above iron are copper, silver, and gold.
You will receive 10 Gold Soul Coins for each victory in a Soul Battle.
Winning matches accumulates points. With enough wins and points, badges are upgraded, resulting in more Soul Coins and stronger opponents.
After getting to know each other better, the two went to the gambling table.
Sixteen hundred gold soul coins were all their possessions.
"Thirteenth Soul Arena, one-on-one second match, bet 2 gold soul coins on 'Lord Mirror'."
As soon as I read out the name, I noticed a staff member glance at me.
The cheeks beneath the oriental mirror mask were slightly flushed.
She glared at her sister, who was snickering beside her. It was all that brat's fault.
He needed to choose a name when he signed up for the Soul Fighting event, but he couldn't think of one for the time being.
Dongfang Yao volunteered, so they let her do it.
But this 'Lord Mirror' is really a bit embarrassing.
Luckily, I was wearing a mask.
Dongfang Jing's match is in twenty minutes.
Led by staff, Dongfang Yao took her seat in an inconspicuous corner of the back row of the audience.
One-on-one duels are the least watched of the three formats.
Rather than mere friendly sparring, audiences prefer high-stakes bets where everything is at stake, and bloody, brutal, and relentless battles to the death.
Not to mention Dongfang Jing's current soul power.
They can only participate in battles at the Soul Master level.
To most people, this was nothing more than childish play and not worth watching.
Therefore, only a handful of people were watching the battle in the thirteenth arena where he was located.
With few spectators, the referees weren't very enthusiastic.
But the middle-aged man announced in a businesslike tone, "Next, we will begin the first one-on-one battle in the Thirteen Soul Arena. The two opponents are 'Cruel,' who possesses the Beast Soul Raven, and 'Lord Mirror,' who possesses the Weapon Soul Shattered Mirror. Please welcome them to the arena!"
The two competitors took to the stage together.
Cruel was wearing a black magician's hat, black sunglasses, and a black trench coat and black trousers. He was tall and thin.
But judging from the unshaven beard on his temples, the man seemed to be of a certain age.
He chuckled sinisterly, "Little dwarf, the arena isn't an amusement park. Go home and drink your milk! Hahahaha!"
Are they going to trash talk before the game?
Dongfang Jing ignored it and waited for the referee to speak.
"Gentlemen, you may now activate your Martial Souls."
After the referee finished speaking, he jumped off the fighting platform.
Immediately afterwards, a white soul ring rose from beneath Cruel's feet, and black feathers grew all over his body, with the feathers on his two arms being particularly dense.
"You little thing, I'll show you what cruelty is!"
Upon hearing this, a disdainful smirk curled at the corner of Dongfang Jing's mouth beneath his mask.
Fragments of mirror floated around him.
Upon seeing the pebbles, Cruel sneered, "Are you planning to play a game of throwing stones? These little things are no match for me."
The words stopped abruptly.
A purple ring immediately rose from beneath Dongfang Jing's feet.
People in the audience who were dozing off rubbed their eyes when they saw this scene, thinking they were hallucinating.
"A thousand-year-old soul ring! How is this possible? Are you a Soul Master?"
Cruelly, cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
How could a Soul Master with only a dozen or so Soul Power fight against a Soul Venerable?
He turned his head stiffly and cruelly, his gaze toward the referee questioning.
The referee was stunned by this scene; it was truly an eye-opener.
But he quickly regained his composure and, after inquiring about the situation from the staff member in charge of measuring soul power, declared loudly, "There is no problem. This is a battle between soul masters."
Upon hearing this, Cruel's eyes twitched.
The first link is a thousand years? Unheard of!
He immediately concluded that this must be a reclusive genius from some family or sect.
If that's the case, the other person must be quite young.
"Hmph, so what if you have a thousand-year-old soul ring? The combat experience and skills I've accumulated from so many matches are not something a little brat like you can contend with!"
The man in sunglasses spread his arms wide and flapped them up and down like wings.
Upon seeing this, Dongfang Jing thought he could fly and was going to fight in the air.
But he was clearly overthinking it, because the man in sunglasses was already charging towards him.
The two drew closer and closer, until they were about seven steps apart.
"First Soul Skill, Feather Arrow!"
Cruel immediately launched an attack, forcefully swinging his arm forward, causing most of the feathers on it to fall off, and shooting towards Dongfang Jing like an arrow.
An arrow is swift from seven paces away, and both swift and accurate within seven paces.
The ruthless one charges straight ahead, making the enemy think he is a melee fighter.
Finally, launch a surprise attack!
He was so fast that he believed no one could dodge this move!
But before the first arrow was even fired, Dongfang Jing had already reacted.
Countless shattered mirrors instantly converged, forming a 'Kaleidoscope Shield' in front.
His control over his martial spirit is now far greater than it was three months ago.
This defensive Kaleidoscope Shield is considered to be his self-created soul skill.
The black feathered arrows were all blocked by the mirror shield.
His cruel eyes widened in disbelief. How could he even react to that?
"Damn it! It's not over yet, I still have more."
Swish swish!
Accompanied by the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air.
The Kaleidoscope Shield disintegrated into countless shards of mirror, instantly surrounding the man in sunglasses.
I felt the sharp edge of the shattered mirror pressing against my throat, heart, and other vital areas.
Cruel, barely daring to breathe, hurriedly shouted, "I surrender! I surrender!"
From the start to the end of the competition.
It only took a few breaths.