Soto City.
Suotuo Great Spirit Arena.
At dusk, the interior of the venue remained brightly lit, filled with the roar of a massive crowd.
Thousands of spectators packed the circular stands, their shouts nearly lifting the dome.
“Mad Wolf!
Tear him apart!” “The True Lord Erlang!
Perform another miracle!” “Mad Wolf, I’ve put all my money on you today!
Crush that show-off, The True Lord Erlang!” Shouts, whistles, and the rhythmic thumping against the railings blended into a deafening roar.
The bloody and violent battles between Spirit Masters were undoubtedly the best way to stir the desires of ordinary people.
Here, one could not only watch the fights but also place bets on the outcome.
On the central Spirit stage.
Two Spirit Masters stood facing each other, both wearing masks to conceal their identities.
The man on the left was tall and muscular, his mask painted with a ferocious wolf’s head.
Code name: “Mad Wolf.” Eighteen years old, Spirit: Lone Wolf, Level 22 attack system Spirit Grandmaster.
This person had already achieved a seven-fight winning streak at the Suotuo Great Spirit Arena and was currently in high Spirits.
The one on the right appeared much slighter.
He looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, his height barely reaching Mad Wolf’s shoulder.
Blue hair and black eyes—though, of course, these were disguised.
His mask was painted with three simple vertical lines, closely resembling the legendary Heavenly Eye.
Code name: “The True Lord Erlang.” Level 20 mental-type Spirit Grandmaster.
Today was his promotion match for the Bronze Spirit Badge.
“Both sides, prepare!” The referee’s high-pitched voice echoed throughout the arena via an amplifying spirit tool.
The audience stands instantly fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the Spirit stage.
Mad Wolf cracked his neck, making a series of popping sounds.
He looked down at his short opponent and grinned.
“Kid, it’s not too late to surrender now.
It’ll save you from crying for your parents later.” His voice sounded somewhat muffled through the mask.
The True Lord Erlang…
or rather, Lin Qing, looked up.
Beneath the mask, the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.
“People who talk too much usually lose quickly.” “You!” Mad Wolf’s gaze sharpened.
The referee timely interrupted the potential argument.
“Spirit Battle, begin!” Boom!
Mad Wolf was the first to move.
Spirit Possession!
Grey fur sprouted from beneath his skin, covering his entire body.
His hands transformed into sharp, glinting claws.
A phantom image of a Lone Wolf emerged behind him, its crimson eyes staring fixedly at Lin Qing.
Two yellow hundred-year spirit rings appeared beneath his feet.
“First Spirit Ability: Wolf Transformation!” “Second Spirit Ability: Bloodthirsty Frenzy!” Mad Wolf immediately used his full strength!
He knew this kid was strange.
Over the past month, The True Lord Erlang had been on a continuous winning streak.
Furthermore, every opponent had mysteriously lost within seconds of the match starting.
Some jumped off the stage themselves, some attacked the air frantically, and others stood rooted to the spot giggling, only snapping out of it after the referee declared the winner.
In short, it was very bizarre.
So, Mad Wolf erupted with all his power right from the start.
He wanted to end this quickly!
Roar!
A wolf’s howl shook the heavens.
Mad Wolf’s body bulked up, completely transforming into a werewolf form.
His speed increased explosively!
He turned into a grey afterimage and lunged straight at Lin Qing!
His claws tore through the air, letting out a piercing shriek.
Even a defense system Spirit Grandmaster wouldn’t dare take this blow head-on.
Yet Lin Qing made no move to dodge at all.
“Why isn’t he moving?” “Did he get scared stupid?” Exclamations rose from the stands.
Some spectators who didn’t know better had already closed their eyes, unable to bear the sight of the blue-haired youth being torn apart.
However.
Facing such a fierce assault, The True Lord Erlang truly did not move a single inch.
He simply revealed one ‘hundred-year’ yellow spirit ring.
That was all.
“Just one spirit ring?
Isn’t he a Spirit Grandmaster?
Was the intel wrong?!” “No way, I bet everything on The True Lord Erlang.
If he loses, I’m bankrupt!” The audience was in an uproar.
Hum!
An invisible ripple spread out.
But it seemed as though nothing had happened.
His Spirit Ability didn’t seem to cause any visible change.
Yet, despite this, Mad Wolf’s charging figure weirdly…
took a turn right in front of Lin Qing!
Yes, a turn.
It was as if there were an invisible wall in front of him.
Or as if the Lin Qing in his eyes had suddenly shifted several meters to the side.
Swoosh!
Brushing past the edge of Lin Qing’s clothes, Mad Wolf charged headlong out of the stage boundary.
Thud!
He slammed heavily onto the granite floor outside the stage, tumbling several times before stopping.
The entire arena fell into a dead silence.
Everyone stared at the scene with their mouths wide open.
What happened?
Mad Wolf…
charged off the stage by himself?
“I…” Mad Wolf struggled to climb up, shaking his dazed head.
He turned to look at Lin Qing on the stage, then back at his own position.
He looked completely bewildered.
“Just now…
I clearly caught him…” In his memory, his claws had already touched the opponent’s collar.
But how could this be?
“The winner!
The True Lord Erlang!” The referee was the first to react, loudly announcing the result of the battle.
Whoosh!
The audience stands erupted like a boiling pot.
“Again!
It happened again!” “What kind of Spirit Ability is this?
Do the mental attacks of mental-type Spirit Masters work like this?” “But he only has one spirit ring, how could he make a Level 22 Spirit Grandmaster fall for it?!” Discussions, exclamations, and doubts mixed together.
Lin Qing merely gave a faint nod to the referee, then turned and walked off the stage unhurriedly.
His back looked composed.
It was as if winning a promotion match just now was nothing more than a trivial matter.
…
After leaving the Great Spirit Arena.
Lin Qing quickened his pace, weaving through the complex streets and alleys of Soto City.
Two minutes later, he turned into a quiet little alley.
After confirming no one was around, he finally stopped and reached out to take off the mask on his face.
Immediately after, the contours of his body began to change.
His height shortened, his build became thinner, the blue hair faded back to its original black, and his black eyes gradually turned into a clear blue.
In just three seconds, the twelve-year-old “The True Lord Erlang” vanished, replaced by a black-haired, blue-eyed boy who appeared only eight years old.
His appearance was very ordinary, the kind that wouldn’t stand out in a crowd.
Of course, this ordinary face was also a disguise.
Only his age and height were not; he was already eight years old and had been in Soto City for two years.
“Phew…” Lin Qing let out a long breath and stretched his shoulders.
“These kinds of battles are getting a bit boring.” He complained in a low voice.
During the entire Spirit battle just now, he had maintained the appearance changed by his first Spirit Ability, even disguising the color of his spirit ring as yellow, a hundred-year spirit ring.
In fact, he really did only have one ring.
His spirit power had reached Level 20 half a year ago, but he just hadn’t found a suitable spirit ring yet.
He had hired Spirit Hunting Groups twice to enter the Star Dou Great Forest to find a thousand-year Spirit Beast suitable for a mental-type Spirit.
Unfortunately, there were no results.
mental-type Spirit Beasts were simply too rare, the kind that one could only encounter by luck.
And Lin Qing didn’t plan to settle for less.
So, he still hadn’t obtained his second spirit ring.
But even with only one spirit ring, it was enough to deal with an average Spirit Grandmaster.
After all, his spirit ring was of the Two-Thousand-Year quality, and his mental force had rapidly improved to an extraordinary level due to using Gold of Life to Cultivate these past two years.
Mad Wolf just now was an example.
Lin Qing hadn’t even used his full strength; he just used an illusion to distort the other’s vision and perception, making Mad Wolf “see” him standing in another position, and then the man charged off the stage himself.
Simple, efficient, and it wouldn’t expose his true strength.
The previous contestants he fought were almost all toyed with by illusions.
However, he certainly needed a second spirit ring.
“It seems I’ll have to make another trip to the Star Dou Great Forest in a few days.” He was determined to get this second spirit ring.
Lin Qing retracted his spirit ring and walked toward the remote small courtyard he rented in the southeast of Soto City.
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