“Welcome everyone to the Tianling Fighting Spirit Arena!
Tonight’s Spirit Dueling Tournament is about to begin—!” High above the main stage, a young female host with an enchanting figure and a charming smile held a spirit tool microphone, her voice filled with passion as she opened the event.
She was dressed in a tight miniskirt, her long, straight legs accentuated by black stockings and high heels, making her look dazzlingly beautiful.
Lele winked her watery eyes and blew a kiss to the audience below.
Instantly, all the spotlights focused on her.
“Lele!
Lele!” The audience below immediately erupted, loudly chanting the host’s name.
Especially when Lele glided over the stands on a flying skateboard.
As the breeze lightly swayed her skirt, revealing a fleeting glimpse of skin.
The crowd’s eyes lit up like hungry wolves spotting a sheep, with whistles and shouts rising one after another.
“Lele, I love you!” “As expected, only Lele truly understands us!” The fervent atmosphere infected everyone present.
Lele spun around and returned to the space above the main stage, her voice rising: “Ladies and gentlemen, besides the regular matches tonight, our Spirit Dueling Arena is also hosting the highest-stakes gambling match of the year—!” “It’s so lively down there!” Tang Ya leaned against the transparent glass, looking down curiously.
“The Spirit Dueling Arena is like this every night.
If you like it, Miss Tang, just let me know, and I’ll have someone arrange it regularly.” Bei Yuxuan took a sip of red wine and said with a smile.
Tang Ya quickly waved her hand and sat back down next to Lu Chen: “Forget it, forget it.
The music here is too loud.
Coming once in a while is fine, but I couldn’t stand it every day.” Lu Chen shook his head and chuckled.
“Brother Lu, the number drawing is about to begin.” Bei Yuxuan pointed to the spirit tool display screen on the left.
Lu Chen looked up to see fifty numbers scrolling rapidly across the screen.
Each number corresponded to a contestant in the Spirit Master group.
With a crisp “ding,” the numbers stopped jumping.
Contestant No.
2: Lu Chen.
“So early?” Tang Ya was somewhat stunned.
“Could it be that Luo Du conspired with the Spirit Dueling Arena to arrange this on purpose?” Bei Yuxuan shook his head.
“The Spirit Dueling Arena is backed by the Imperial Family; Luo Du doesn’t have that kind of influence.” Lu Chen cracked his neck and gave a faint smile: “Regardless of whether it was arranged, the second match is fine.
The sooner it’s over, the better.” “Brother Lu, your matched opponent is a Level 15 attack system Spirit Master.” Bei Yuxuan pressed a button next to his seat, and the opponent’s information immediately appeared on the screen: “Iron-Armored Rhino” Wu Gang, Spirit: Iron-Armored Rhino, spirit power Level: 15 Spirit Master, Win Streak: 8 matches.
“An eight-match win streak?
This guy isn’t weak!” Tang Ya frowned slightly as she looked at the information.
Bei Yuxuan nodded in agreement.
“This guy is ruthless.
Brother Lu, you must be careful later.” Lu Chen shrugged, looking indifferent.
“Are my odds out yet?” Making money was his core objective.
Bei Yuxuan operated the device again, and the odds for five matches appeared.
When she saw Lu Chen’s odds, Tang Ya’s expression turned to shock, and she blurted out: “Am I seeing this right?
Little Chen is actually one to ten?!” Bei Yuxuan wasn’t surprised.
“Wu Gang has an eight-match win streak and is a Level 15 Spirit Master.
While Brother Lu has a Body Martial Soul, he is only a Spirit Master.
It’s normal for the odds to be this exaggerated.
Besides, with the gimmick of the wager, that fellow Luo Du must have placed a large bet, which naturally drove up the odds.
The Spirit Dueling Arena’s limit is tenfold odds; otherwise, Brother Lu’s odds would be even higher.” “Quick, tell me, where do I place a bet?” Tang Ya tightly gripped the ten silver coin in her hand and looked at Bei Yuxuan excitedly.
Her eyes had already lit up in the shape of gold coins.
If she won, ten silver coin would instantly turn into ten gold coin!
Bei Yuxuan was somewhat stunned; he hadn’t expected Tang Ya to be so excited.
He quickly pointed to the betting spirit tool nearby: “Miss Tang, just put the soul coins in and confirm your bet on the screen.” “Little Chen, whether we can live the high life all depends on this!
All in!” Tang Ya didn’t hesitate and bet all the money she had on her.
Lu Chen’s lips twitched slightly.
“You really aren’t leaving yourself any way out.” Once the bet was placed, Tang Ya turned back, staring at Lu Chen with burning eyes: “Little Chen, you must win this match!” Lu Chen gave a helpless smile.
“Alright, I guarantee the mission will be accomplished.
I’m heading to the waiting area now.” …
The first battle ended quickly.
Before long, the lights on the main stage below suddenly converged, and Lele’s voice rang out again: “The second match, a Life and Death Duel!
Between the Level 15 attack system Spirit Master with an eight-match win streak—’Iron-Armored Rhino’ Wu Gang, versus the newcomer—Lu Chen!” Accompanied by the commentator’s high-pitched voice, a burly man standing 1.9 meters tall, his skin gleaming with a grayish-brown metallic luster, leaped onto the stage.
A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, and his muscles bulged like rocks.
He looked at Lu Chen, who was slowly walking onto the stage, with a face full of contempt: “A mere Spirit Scholar dares to come here and seek death?
Surrender now, and I might spare your life.” Lu Chen remained silent, his expression calm as he stood in place.
His feet were slightly apart, and his hands were set in an extremely smooth and flowing stance.
Although he despised his enemies strategically, he never dared to underestimate any opponent tactically.
This was the principle he had learned at Bang’s Dojo.
Meanwhile, in another private room.
Luo Du swirled his wine glass, a sinister curve appearing at the corner of his mouth as he looked at the stage: “Bei Yuxuan, that seventy-thousand-year soul bone is mine!” He didn’t believe for a second that a Spirit Scholar could defeat a Level 15 Iron-Armored Rhino Spirit Master.
As long as Lu Chen lost, he would win the first match of the wager.
In the adjacent VIP room, the eyes of Du Busi, Vina, and the others were also tightly locked on Lu Chen.
“What kind of stance is he taking?” Jiang Yixi looked at Lu Chen’s opening stance with a face full of curiosity.
Chen Lü frowned.
“It should be some kind of special Battle Skill.” Du Busi’s eyes carefully scrutinized Lu Chen, and he suddenly spoke: “He moved!” Just as he finished speaking, Wu Gang let out a roar on the stage, and his first spirit ring suddenly brightened.
His entire body charged forward like a crazed giant beast, bringing with him a gust of foul wind.
First Spirit Ability: Iron-Armored Charge!
Lu Chen still stood in place, his stance unchanged.
Seeing this, Wu Gang sneered, “Flashy nonsense!
Die, brat!” He covered the fifty-meter distance in just a few breaths, reaching Lu Chen.
His right hand suddenly exerted force, spirit power condensing on his fist as he smashed it heavily toward Lu Chen’s chest.
If this thousand-jin punch landed, even with a Body Martial Soul, he would be unable to escape either death or severe injury.
The power of the punch was so swift and fierce that the audience below even had an illusion: In the next second, that frail youth would be smashed into pulp like a tattered sack.
“What’s wrong with that kid?
Is he scared stiff?
Why isn’t he fighting back?” Chen Lü said anxiously.
Du Busi’s eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them: “Is this kid really that confident?” “This guy is dead for sure!” Luo Du gave a cold, sinister smile.
Some timid girls had already subconsciously closed their eyes, fearing they would see a bloody scene.
However, at the very moment the iron fist was only an inch away from Lu Chen’s clothes.
Lu Chen moved.
He didn’t retreat; instead, he took half a step forward.
The spirit power within his body circulated as his hands traced two mysterious semicircular arcs.
As his palms shifted, it seemed as though an invisible gravitational force was flowing between them.
The moment Wu Gang’s fist, which was powerful enough to shatter rocks, touched Lu Chen’s palm, it felt as if it had struck an extremely resilient quagmire.
The sensation of the impact was eerie to the extreme.