Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

Chapter 208 Underground Arena
The underground space was much wider than Huo Yuhao and the others had expected. The huge arena was surrounded by circles of seats for spectators from low to high.

However, no one was sitting in their seats at this time. Instead, they leaned forward and leaned on the railings in front of their seats, as if they wanted to see more details on the ring.

Women dressed coolly walked in the aisles, delivering various snacks and showing off their unique charm as they walked.

On the ring, two soul masters were fighting fiercely, their soul rings shining, their soul skills intertwined, and there was no sign of sparring between them, as they were using lethal moves that were meant to kill each other.

The surrounding ground was covered with mottled dark brown marks. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were layers of dried blood. Although they were out of tune with the clean audience seats around them, no one disliked them, as if they were a medal belonging to this arena.

Cheers and applause rang out one after another. When everyone was having fun, someone would throw a handful of gold soul coins onto the ring. The "ding-dong" sound, accompanied by the heavy breathing of the soul masters on the ring, further ignited the enthusiasm of the people around them.

Blood, violence, desire... these fill the entire underground arena, constantly stimulating the most primitive impulses of all the audience.

"Junior Brother..." He Caitou looked at the scene before him and for a moment forgot about Huo Yuhao's previous arrangements. "The Sun-Moon Empire was definitely not like this."

Huo Yuhao also came back to his senses and gently pulled He Caitou, "Fourth Brother, let's go inside first."

"How about it, Lao Ba, this should be your first time here, right?"

The second floor of the auditorium is more luxuriously decorated than the floor below, and even has private rooms to conceal the identities of the audience in them.

In one of the private rooms, Nangong Wan and Lin Xiao sat facing each other. Nangong Wan raised his hand and pointed at the arena below, proudly introducing his industry to Lin Xiao.

"Humans can never escape their own nature. Whether it's violence like this, impulses towards the opposite sex, or even negative emotions like fear and terror, these are our most primitive and inescapable qualities."

"Especially in a place like Mingdu, as the capital of the Sun-Moon Empire, there are all kinds of rules. Similarly, more and more people will come here to vent their anger."

"That's why I have such a constant stream of customers. Don't underestimate this small arena. This is the path I've been pondering for a long time."

Lin Xiao followed Nangong Wan's hand and looked at the arena below, then scanned the audience seats on the first floor.

Some of the people there were ordinary people, some were soul masters or soul instructors, some were naked, and some wore masks, but this did not affect Lin Xiao's guess at what expression was under the mask.

"My second brother is showing off his property again."

The third elder suddenly pushed the door open and walked in from outside the box.

"Third Elder." Lin Xiao turned around.

"Hey..." The Third Elder waved his hand, "Now that you are the Eighth Elder of the sect, there is no need for us to be so formal. Just call me Third Brother."

"That's right. The leader assigned you other tasks before, so we didn't keep you. This time we came to you to talk to you about this matter. We are both elders in charge of important matters, so we should call each other brothers."

"Okay, second brother, third brother." Lin Xiao didn't dwell too much on the title. It was just a title. He had called Nightmare Douluo his teacher for several years, but in the end, he still...

"Hahaha." Nangong Wan laughed loudly, "That's right, Lao Ba, it's just right that you're here today, so I specially arranged a high-quality match."

Nangong Wan raised his head slightly as he spoke. Seeing this, the Third Elder also smiled and said, "I have already arranged it."

"Hmm." Nangong Wan relaxed, leaning back in his chair. He gently raised his hand, and a soft body snuggled into his arms. "Before we talk about the Soul Mentor Competition, please have Eighth Brother watch a match first." Nangong Wan continued to stroke the body, his gaze turning towards the arena.

As a stream of blood splashed on the ring and landed on the surroundings, the match on the ring finally came to a winner. Amid the shouts of the crowd, a figure limped onto the ring.

"he is……"

Lin Xiao frowned slightly under his mask.

"Hahaha, it seems that Lao Ba still remembers him." Nangong Wan retracted his gaze, "I wonder if Lao Ba still remembers the matter of welcoming the Saint Girl back. It was he who provided the information."

Lin Xiao quickly recalled that it was the Messenger of Death who had escaped from the Super Douluo.

But how could he appear in the ring?
As if sensing Lin Xiao's confusion, the Third Elder at the side took the initiative to explain, "Humph, he's long since outlived his usefulness. The sect has kept him around until today, remembering that he brought back the Saint."

The Third Elder said this, as if he had thought of something, his eyes turned a little cold, "I didn't expect that he really thought he was such a big shot."

"He's a greedy man who doesn't know his place. Let him make one last contribution to the Holy Church."

"Alright, alright." Nangong Wan waved his hand. "I know you're venting your anger on behalf of your disciple, but at this point, it's best not to let this kind of person affect our mood."

"Hahaha, it's my fault. Fine, let's not talk about it."

Lin Xiao was not affected at all by the Third Elder's words. In the Holy Spirit Church, such things were perfectly normal.

The Soul King in the eyes of outsiders is no different from those scantily clad women here; he is just a plaything for their enjoyment.

Regardless of whether the Death Messenger can win the next game, after providing entertainment for Nangong Wan and the Third Elder, his broken body and soul will not be wasted.

Just as the Messenger of Death stepped onto the stage, there were also two figures staring closely at the people on the stage.

"Why is it him?"

Doubts arose in the minds of Huo Yuhao and He Caitou at the same time.

Huo Yuhao was even more confused. In the morning, the Death Messenger seemed to be going to watch the game, but how come in the blink of an eye, he was the one who stepped onto the stage?

This seemingly simple underground arena, he felt an unusual feeling from inside, as if there was a layer of fog hiding a bigger secret.

Before he could figure it out, the Death Messenger's opponent also stepped onto the ring.

He was a young man who looked a little timid, with a thin figure and visible tension on his face. Amid the shouts around him, even his movements seemed to be trembling.

Death Douluo finally took off his cloak, revealing only half of his body and half of a delicate mechanical structure.

(End of this chapter)