Chapter 51: The Strange Magician of the Great Spirit Arena III
"The show me your fourth soul skill," came a cold, indifferent voice.
Geng Hao's face flushed red with anger.
What did that mean? Was he being looked down on?
He was a Soul Sect! How dare a mere Soul Honored speak to him like that?
He pushed himself up from the ground, rage surging like a storm inside him.
"Fourth Soul Skill — Blood Fury Berserk!"
In the next second, Geng Hao's entire body radiated a deep blood-red glow. The heavy scent of blood spread throughout the Great Spirit Arena.
For the first time, Luo Ling's face showed a trace of surprise.
He could clearly feel Geng Hao's physical strength suddenly spike — and it was still climbing.
The Spiritual Domain quietly unfolded. The red glow representing Geng Hao's spirit became stronger and stronger.
His aura climbed higher with the furious surge of red light.
A soul skill that amplified one's body through rage.
"Interesting," Luo Ling said with a faint smile, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The raging red power was suddenly suppressed. The red spiritual light melted away, transforming bit by bit into a calm green.
Geng Hao froze on the spot. His anger vanished inexplicably, and the boosted power rapidly drained away.
"It's over," a whisper reached his ears.
Not far away, the Crow Shadow Puppet swung its pitch-black scythe and appeared before him in an instant.
The scythe, pulsing with the rhythm of darkness, slashed mercilessly down. Geng Hao barely managed to raise an arm to block.
A terrifying force blasted him through the air, his body crashing hard beneath the platform.
The Crow Shadow Puppet, strengthened by immortal herbs, had attributes surpassing any of its peers — even rivaling a typical Soul King.
A mere Soul Sect couldn't possibly withstand it.
The battle ended quickly, without much suspense.
For a moment, the audience fell silent. Then, an uproar broke out.
"Was that really a Soul Sect? How is he no stronger than the last Soul Honored?"
"Right? This Soul Sect is so weak!"
"Damn, is this rigged or something?"
…
Inside the Pope's Hall.
"You're saying little Ling has been fighting in the Great Spirit Arena these past months?"
Bibi Dong frowned slightly as she listened to Chrysanthemum Douluo's report.
"Yes. The Holy Son seems to be tempering his combat experience. He's already achieved a hundred consecutive victories."
Chrysanthemum Douluo replied respectfully.
"A hundred wins?" Bibi Dong was taken aback, then a faint smile appeared on her face. "As expected of little Ling."
"Let him be. Go tell the person in charge of the Great Spirit Arena to fulfill all of little Ling's requests."
"As you command." Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded and quietly vanished from the hall.
…
Time passed bit by bit, and three years flew by in the blink of an eye.
Inside the Great Spirit Arena, Ning Rongrong and Hu Liena sat together in the stands, eyes full of anticipation as they watched the stage.
"Is little brother Ling really going to face seven Soul Masters alone?" Hu Liena asked worriedly.
"Don't worry. Brother Ling never does anything he's not confident in," Ning Rongrong said, resting her chin on her hand with a hopeful smile.
"Hmph, you talk like you know him better than I do!"
"Of course I do! I've been training with him for three years!"
The two girls bickered back and forth, playful sparks flying.
After three years, they had become close friends — almost like sisters — but whenever it came to Luo Ling, they were unyielding rivals.
While the two chatted, Luo Ling stood in the waiting passage.
He was now thirteen years old, looking far more mature than three years ago, standing nearly one meter eighty.
He was a Level 46 Soul Sect.
His twin ultimate martial souls made cultivation extremely slow, and after years of constant fighting in the Great Spirit Arena, his soul power had grown steadily but not rapidly.
At level 40, he had absorbed two 20,000-year spirit rings, raising his power by four levels. In truth, his cultivation had only increased by about five levels in three years.
Yet in those years, the name "The Strange Magician" had spread across the continent.
From his hundred-win solo streak, to battles of 1v2, 1v3… now culminating in a 1v7.
He had never once been defeated — a living legend.
Countless Soul Masters traveled great distances just to witness his battles.
"After today's fight, it'll be time to start with Yu Xiaogang's retribution. If my guess is right, he should be heading to Shrek Academy soon," Luo Ling murmured to himself.
As he was lost in thought, an arena staff member approached him.
"Mr. Strange Magician, your battle is about to begin," the staff member said with awe.
People admired power — and Luo Ling was power itself.
"Who are my opponents?" Luo Ling asked.
"According to your request, we invited the popular Battle Dragon Team — one Soul King and six high-level Soul Sects."
The staffer handed him a file respectfully.
Luo Ling glanced at the sheet.
Ye Feng, Martial Soul: Flame Dragon, Level 52 Assault-type Soul King.
Tang Hongmei, Martial Soul: Azure Vine, Level 47 Control-type Soul Sect.
Yue Feng, Martial Soul: Mountain Giant Rhinoceros, Level 46 Defense-type Soul Sect.
Yang Ling, Martial Soul: Illusory Butterfly, Level 46 Support-type Soul Sect.
Lin Yingcai, Martial Soul: Purple Lightning Leopard, Level 45 Agility-type Soul Sect.
Chen Hao, Martial Soul: Severing Blade, Level 46 Assault-type Soul Sect.
Yun Fu, Martial Soul: Cyan Spirit Bird, Level 45 Agility-type Soul Sect.
Two Assault, two Agility, one Defense, one Control, and one Support.
A well-balanced lineup with impressive martial souls.
Luo Ling nodded. For his final arena battle, he wanted to go all out — and for that, the opponents had to be strong enough.
When he unleashed his Martial Soul Fusion Skill, his combat strength rivaled even a high-tier Soul Emperor.
…
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Spirit City's Great Spirit Arena!"
"Today's match-up is one everyone knows well!"
"On one side stands The Strange Magician — Martial Soul: Crow Shadow Puppet, Level 46 Battle Soul Sect!"
"For three years, he has created miracles in this very arena — from his hundred-win solo streak to fighting two-on-one, then three-on-one, and now, today, a one-against-seven!"
"Every battle he fights feels like witnessing a legend unfold!"
"His opponents — the prestigious Gold Spirit Battle Team, the Battle Dragon Team!"
"They're a powerful squad led by a Soul King!"
On stage, the female host stood between the two sides, her voice ringing with excitement.
"Strange Magician! Strange Magician!"
"Strange Magician! I want to have your babies!"
"Shut up, old hag! Go look in a mirror first!"
"You bitch, say that again!"
…
The crowd had gone completely wild.
Luo Ling slowly stepped onto the arena, ignoring the cheering voices.
The Battle Dragon Team followed, four men and three women — all attractive, each with their own confident air.
"It's an honor to fight you, Mr. Strange Magician," said the red-haired young man at the front, smiling politely. He appeared to be the team captain.
Luo Ling nodded slightly, saying nothing in return.
"Mr. Strange Magician, when the fight's over, may I see your face?"
A long-haired woman stepped up eagerly, her gaze locked onto him.
For three years in the arena, Luo Ling had always hidden his face with a hat and the shroud of darkness. Other than certain people in Spirit Hall, no one knew who he really was.
"Xiao Ling, don't trouble Mr. Strange Magician," the red-haired captain pulled her back gently.
She pouted but said no more.
Luo Ling stood silently, watching them, waiting for the battle to begin.
(END CHAPTER)
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