chsdbacks Chapter 83 The Real Arena
Chapter 83 The Real Arena
That evening, in Xiao Yan's dormitory, Tang San was eager to hear his explanation. After all, in his opinion, his elder brother Xiao Yan had no reason to back down from Yu Tianheng, so why drag the competition out until tomorrow?
Xiao Yan wiped his sweat, took out a large bag of gold soul coins from the Twenty-Four Heavenly Caves, and handed it to Tang San.
"Xiao San, I need to trouble you with something. Tonight, go to Tian Dou City, the same place as last time, and retrieve the money we won in the semi-finals. Let's bet on us to win the finals together."
"Big brother, is this what you're planning?" Tang San instantly understood.
Yes, if it's war, then let's fight. What's there to be cowardly about? Xiao Yan naturally didn't care.
But then again, how could he turn down money? A few days ago, Xiao Yan had already placed a bet on himself in the semi-finals.
If the finals are moved up now, even though the bookmakers will open their betting immediately after hearing the news, I won't have time to place my bets, which would mean losing a lot of income for nothing.
"Yu Tianheng is a Soul Master in his forties, so the odds are definitely higher for us. It's a sure-fire way to make money. How much money can we earn by winning this selection tournament?"
The reward for helping someone hunt for their desired spirit ring was something Xiao Yan genuinely looked down on. He'd rather use some underhanded tactics to make a quick buck himself.
After understanding, Tang San left the dormitory.
Xiao Yan had no intention of turning off the lights to cultivate. Instead, he continued to sit in his chair and took a sip of tea with great enjoyment.
"Old monster, come in."
"Even though I've been trying to hide, you still managed to find me?" Dugu Bo, who had been singled out, wasn't annoyed. He walked in with a smile.
"I could smell the stench of poison on you from a great distance," Xiao Yan casually explained, though in reality it was because the Rolling Ball Beast had keenly sensed it and told him.
"Don't tell me, even if this poison is the worst, I still like it."
"What's wrong? Why are you so happy today?" Xiao Yan asked in surprise.
"Indeed, I ran into an old friend a few days ago and we had a little sparring. Hey, before, I was completely powerless against him, but after absorbing the immortal herb you gave me, I was actually able to barely hold my own. And he seemed very interested in the chrysanthemum you gave me, looking like he was complaining and blaming me, as if he wanted to tear me apart and take out that immortal herb."
Hahahaha, that was so satisfying!
Xiao Yan smiled knowingly. From Dugu Bo's description, he could easily guess who the other man's old friend was. In fact, both immortal herbs were very suitable for Dugu Bo. If he consumed them and digested them completely, he might experience a significant improvement.
But let's just give it to Dugu Yan. Anyway, there are so many good things in the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, we can just fish for them next time.
"You didn't come here today to talk to me about this, did you?" Xiao Yan felt that a draw was something the old poison master should be happy about, but not something he should be confiding in him about.
"Isn't tomorrow the final? I know those three are no match for you, so please go easy on them."
"Old monster, what are you talking about? Your future grandson-in-law is a Soul Master. How can I compare to him?"
"Excuse me, Yan Yan is also a Soul Master."
Well, Xiao Yan rolled his eyes, but he wasn't afraid of Dugu Yan's snake venom.
"Little monster, keep pretending. Anyway, I've delivered my message: if Yan Yan gets hurt tomorrow, you'd better watch out." Dugu Bo was clearly being a bit cheeky.
"In this Soul Arena, Soul Skills are unpredictable; you're making things too difficult for me."
"That's none of my business," Dugu Bo said, and left in a huff.
Xiao Yan helplessly toyed with the rolling beast in his arms. Dugu Yan and Yu Tianheng were not like Zhu Zhuqing. Even if he revealed his full strength, it didn't mean they would surrender...
The next morning, the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy was already in an uproar.
As the sun rises, its golden rays fall upon the magnificent academy arena, making the entire building gleam in the morning light.
The spacious square was already teeming with people, even more so than the opening ceremony of the selection competition.
At the academy gate, students responsible for welcoming guests greeted one nobleman after another whose exact status was unclear. Under their guidance, the nobles entered the academy.
Students from the college pushed carts, hawking various foods, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat.
The towering stands were packed with spectators, layer upon layer. In the VIP boxes, elegantly dressed nobles sat on cushions, whispering about the odds for the final match.
In the center of the Soul Arena, the giant Soul Guidance Projection Array continuously displayed images of the two finalist teams: Yu Tianheng of the Heaven Dou Class was covered in lightning, his dragon roar shaking the heavens, while his two teammates behind him were one as cold as ice and the other cold and silent; on Xiao Yan's side, Xiao Yan stood with his hands behind his back, the rolling ball beast on his head was particularly eye-catching, Tang San held the Blue Silver Grass, and Xiao Wu was as agile as the wind, with an unstoppable momentum.
This promotional video, which was forced to be made, was rushed out yesterday evening.
"Have you heard? That 'Little Three Five' team, the one with all Soul Masters, has a lot of people betting on them to win this time. Aren't they just throwing money away?"
"Exactly! The bookmakers are going crazy; they adjusted the odds three times this morning!"
"Who cares about betting or not? Yu Tianheng is a Soul Master and has the bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex. We're guaranteed to win this battle."
Amidst the rising and falling murmurs, and just as everyone was watching, the Education Commission's Meng Shenji slowly ascended the referee's platform.
He first consulted Xue Qinghe beside him, and after the other nodded in agreement, he frowned and looked at Salas on the side.
Bishop Salas of Platinum closed his eyes to rest, seemingly unconcerned to respond to his questioning gaze.
Even Xue Qinghe was somewhat surprised by his arrival. After all, it wasn't a national-level Soul Master Competition. Could it be that his grandson was on the final team?
Therefore, everyone was very curious as to why the Spirit Hall would get involved in the internal struggle of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
Not far from the stands, Dugu Bo stood with his arms crossed behind Prince Xuexing, with the somewhat noisy avalanche still nearby.
Meng Shenji surveyed the entire audience, his voice booming like a bell: "Distinguished students and family members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Academy."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the players' tunnels.
"The final battle of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy selection competition has begun!"
Both teams, enter the field!
At Meng Shenji's command, the three members of the Heavenly Dou Class were the first to step onto the field. Yu Tianheng walked with steady steps, each step causing subtle cracks of lightning to appear on the ground, clearly intentional on his part. Behind him, Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling remained silent, their expressions showing little tension, as Qin Ming had already led them to the Soul Arena for training earlier.
Immediately after, Xiao Yan stepped forward, his expression calm, as if he were strolling leisurely rather than entering a battlefield. Tang San followed closely behind, his hands already subtly wrapped with Blue Silver Grass; Xiao Wu blinked, seemingly innocent, but in reality, her entire body was tense, ready to unleash her power at any moment.
The two faced off in the center of the arena, thirty paces apart, their gazes sharp as knives, their soul power surging beneath the surface.
"Yu Tianheng, a level 42 offensive type Battle Soul Master, whose Martial Soul is the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex."
"As expected of someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Clan, they've already reached the Soul Master level at such a young age." The people in the stands nodded in agreement.
"Ye Lingling, Level 34 Auxiliary-type Weapon Soul Master, Martial Soul: Nine-Hearted Begonia."
"Dugu Yan, a level 43 control-type battle spirit master, whose martial spirit is the Azure Phosphorous Serpent."
As Dugu Yan finished speaking, everyone was incredulous. Yu Tianheng, as a chosen one of heaven, could naturally understand, but when did Dugu Yan's cultivation reach such a level?
The platinum bishop, who had been resting with his eyes closed, also turned his gaze to Dugu Bo, who in turn looked up at him with great pride.