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

Chapter 209 Infiltration
As soon as the Death Messenger made a move, the aura of his evil soul master spread unstoppably. However, the audience around him only paused for a moment, and then burst into even more enthusiastic applause.

Shouts continued to be heard on the stage, and handfuls of gold soul coins fell at the feet of the thin young man. All the spectators were looking forward to him completing a "trial" of the evil soul master.

As for what these viewers really want to see, not many people are interested.

The Death Messenger looked at the opponent in front of him, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward with his body leaning forward.

In fact, the soul guide Huang Zheng gave him was of good quality, but he had just installed it and didn't even have half a day to adapt before he stepped onto the stage. In front of the Titled Douluo, he couldn't even struggle a bit.

The only good news was that the thin young man in front of him didn't seem to be very strong.

"Humph."

In the box, the third elder snorted slightly with a somewhat inexplicable smile.

"Third brother, the person you chose is quite interesting." Nangong Wan seemed to have noticed something.

"Humph, when he did something that shouldn't be done at his level, he should have expected this outcome."

Lin Xiao glanced at Nangong Wan and the Third Elder, and soon understood what they meant.

Just as the messenger of death rushed out, the young man's face suddenly changed.

The timid look he had just had disappeared in an instant, his eyes became sharp, filled with undisguised murderous intent, and there was no longer the nervous, almost trembling look.

The real competition has already begun under the ring.

The messenger of death seemed to have realized that something was wrong, but there was no way to retreat at this time. A cold light flashed before his eyes, and his only remaining arm flew high into the air.

Blood fell like raindrops, and a few drops inevitably flowed down the face of the thin young man. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, feeling the taste, and his expression became more and more crazy.

In fact, when the young man showed weakness and approached the messenger of death, the game was declared over and there was no need to continue.

But here in the ring, there is no referee, no surrender, only blood splattering everywhere and flesh being cut into strips.

Nangong Wan was right. The Third Elder’s arrangement was not for the competition at all, but just to vent his disciples’ anger.

However, faced with such a bloody scene, the surrounding audience did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, the cheers became louder. Even the walls that Nangong Wan had specially reinforced with soul guides to soundproof them could not completely cover it up.

Time passed minute by minute, and even though the Death Messenger possessed the vitality of the Soul King, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and his eyes gradually closed.

The thin young man approached slowly with a grin on his face, holding the sharp blade high in his hand.

However, at this moment, Huo Yuhao, who was watching the game below the stage, suddenly felt his body tremble, and a bad feeling came over him. Then, a loud roar sounded on the stage.

In the blink of an eye, blood and flesh splattered on the arena, and the air was violently pushed away and hit the soul guide shield around the arena heavily. After a while, it slowly dissipated along the soul guide shield.

When the situation on the ring gradually calmed down, not only the messenger of death, but also the thin young man disappeared. Only the mottled bloodstains on the ground seemed to have become thicker.

"Waste!" The third elder stood up suddenly.

"Alright, alright." Nangong Wan's eyes lit up, and he called out to a waiter beside him, "Go and declare this match a draw. All those who placed bets have lost." "Third brother, don't get too excited. I'll return the gold soul coins you bet."

After finishing the arrangements, he turned to Lin Xiao and asked, "How's it going, Lao Ba? Are you satisfied with this match?"

Lin Xiao retracted his gaze and nodded expressionlessly, "Not bad."

"That's good." Nangong Wan nodded. "According to the preliminary agreement between me and the Ordinary Alliance, the Soul Instructor Competition will adopt these rules. There will be no referee, no conceding, and only one contestant can leave the stage."

"Alas, that old woman, Shangguan Wei'er, is too cautious. She has always refused to agree to my proposal. In the end, we can only decide whether to live or die before admitting defeat."

Lin Xiao did not find it strange. Shangguan Weiler had a close relationship with the nobles of the Sun-Moon Empire. Those people were extremely afraid of death and naturally did not want to see the Ordinary Alliance become like the evil soul master.

"But there is good news. After I came back this time, I talked to her again, and they agreed to relax the requirements for contestants. Anyone under the age of 30 can participate."

"Shangguan Wei'er must have realized that they don't have many people under the age of twenty who are quite accomplished in soul guides."

The Third Elder seemed to have recovered his breath, no longer as angry as before. "That's right, if there really was such a person, he would have entered the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy long ago. Why would he stay in the Ordinary Alliance?"

"Yes." Nangong Wan nodded, "So with Lao Ba as their secret weapon, the Ordinary Alliance will suffer a great loss sooner or later."

"Then...what about the time?" Lin Xiao took the opportunity to ask.

"Old Eight, are you so impatient?" Nangong Wan smiled. "Don't be impatient. We need to let them relax their guard."

"It will take some time to prepare the prizes for the Soul Instructor Competition. We've decided to hold it every six months and use the final results to allocate the market share for the next six months."

"Before you go on stage, I have to make Shangguan Wei'er feel that they have a chance of winning."

"But don't worry, even if you don't participate in the first few competitions, I won't forget your share. After all, this has been a joint business between the three of us from the beginning."

Nangong Wan was laughing so hard that his eyes were almost invisible. Although Lin Xiao's cultivation was slightly lower, since Zhongli Wu had confirmed his status, in Nangong Wan's eyes, he was no different from a real elder.

Sooner or later, Lin Xiao will enter the Titled Douluo realm, and given the lifespan of Titled Douluo, they still have a long time to work together.

The ring below was quickly cleared, and the next contestant stepped onto the ring again amid the cheers of the audience.

However, just as Nangong Wan was talking with the Third Elder and Lin Xiao with a smile, he suddenly stood up and his face instantly became gloomy.

"What's wrong, second brother?" The third elder turned to look at Nangong Wan.

"It seems like two shady rats have sneaked in." Nangong Wan looked down with a serious face, then turned back and said, "Wait here for a moment. I'll go and see what's going on."

"Second brother, let's go together. We can help you if you need anything." Lin Xiao didn't have much interest in watching the game, so he also stood up.

"Okay." Nangong Wan nodded and walked out of the box first.

　There are two more chapters coming later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)