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

Chapter 287 The First Day

"Next up, Holy Spirit Sect."

The referee's voice, "Unbreakable Douluo," came from the arena, pulling Lin Xiao's thoughts back to the competition.

Looking back, he saw a group of Holy Spirit Cult disciples sitting upright behind him, waiting for him to speak.

Lin Xiao glanced at the Holy Spirit Cult's opponent from afar, "Gu Yun."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall disciple suddenly stood up behind him.

Although he looked tall, he seemed to have very little flesh on his body, and even his clothes were loose and baggy.

"My lord," Gu Yun said, his voice hoarse as if the wind were blowing dry leaves.

"Go ahead, the opponent isn't strong, finish this quickly, and remember to hold back."

"Yes."

Gu Yun responded and lightly stepped onto the arena. Since the appearance of the Holy Spirit Cult members, their various bamboo hats that concealed their faces had clearly attracted the attention of many.

Upon seeing the first person step onto the stage, many eyes naturally focused on Gu Yun.

However, he showed no intention of taking it off. As the Unbreakable Douluo announced the start of the competition, six spirit rings—one yellow, two purple, and three black—rose up from around Gu Yun.

In the rest area of ​​Shrek Academy, several gazes instantly fell on Wang Dong.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?" Wang Dong asked shyly, hiding behind Huo Yuhao.

"It's alright, everyone was just distracted by the color of his spirit rings." Wang Yan said, diverting everyone's attention from Wang Dong. "We shouldn't underestimate the others. Wang Dong isn't the only one who can surpass the optimal spirit ring ratio."

"Yes, Teacher Wang."

Several students nodded, and Wang Yan then turned his attention back to the arena. In the span of those few words, the winner was decided on the stage.

The Holy Spirit Sect disciple named Gu Yun was decisive and efficient. He did not underestimate his opponent who only had four spirit rings. His spirit rings shone brightly, and he held a dark gray blade in his hand. In a flash, he sent his opponent off the stage.

"Sigh." Wang Yan sighed softly, "Yuhao, whether your guess is right or wrong, these players could become a tough opponent."

"Not only do they possess spirit rings that exceed the optimal ratio, but they also move with utmost carelessness, rarely revealing any weaknesses. Such opponents are the most troublesome."

Huo Yuhao nodded in agreement with Wang Yan's words.

Lin Xiao, however, was not surprised by Gu Yun's victory. For disciples of the Holy Spirit Cult, revealing a weakness meant losing their lives; those who could become Holy Spirits in the cult were never simple.

Whether it was due to the Sun Moon Empire secretly sabotaging the Holy Spirit Sect or some other reason, the opponent on the stage was not strong. The highest-ranking opponent was only a Soul King, who only managed to hold out against Gu Yun for a few more moments before being defeated.

the seventh.

On the arena, Gu Yun was mentally calculating how many opponents he had defeated when he heard the person opposite him suddenly speak.

"I surrender."

Gu Yun glanced at the audience below the stage, then abruptly stopped what he was doing and turned to look at the Unbreakable Douluo beside him.

"The opponent concedes defeat. The Holy Spirit Sect has won this match!"

The voice of the Unbreakable Douluo was not loud, but as soon as he finished speaking, a deafening cheer suddenly erupted from below the stage.

In that instant, Gu Yun's body tensed up, his gaze beneath his bamboo hat narrowed as he looked down at the crowd below the stage.

His right hand, gripping the short blade, turned slightly white from the force of the grip, and the muscle memory instantly filled him with vigilance.

It sounded like an angry roar, or perhaps a deliberate act of chaos, as if someone might burst out and pounce on his back at any moment—he was used to such scenes within the Holy Spirit Cult. However, as he scanned the crowd, he saw not a trace of hostility in their eyes.

The audience had no idea whether the person on stage was an evil spirit master or not, nor did they know where the Holy Spirit Sect came from. They only saw a spirit master with excellent spirit rings defeat his opponents by fighting seven against one.

Despite the relatively weaker opponents, the audience did not hesitate to applaud such a wonderful match.

Looking at the eager yet unfamiliar eyes below the stage, Gu Yun was somewhat lost in thought for the first time in front of so many people.

"You can go back."

A strange feeling flashed through Gu Yun's mind, and he only came back to his senses when the Unbreakable Douluo spoke again.

"Hmm." He let out a heavy nasal sound and walked off the stage step by step amidst the cheers of the audience.

"You're back." Lin Xiao looked up slightly, seemingly able to see the expression under Gu Yun's bamboo hat. "Go back and sit down."

"Yes, my lord."

"According to the rules of the Elite Tournament, you have already obtained enough points by defeating all of the opposing players, so you don't need to compete in the remaining team matches."

Lin Xiao's gaze lingered on Gu Yun for a moment before he suddenly stood up and looked at Scorpion Tiger Douluo.

"Please trouble you, Sixth Master, to take these disciples back to the hotel in a moment. I have some other matters to attend to..."

Scorpion Tiger Douluo seemed to have anticipated what Lin Xiao was going to do, and without asking any further questions, simply nodded, "Go."

On the west side of Mingdu City, the Nether Thunder Douluo stood in the air, looking towards Mingdu from afar. However, the distance was too great to see exactly what was happening there.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Eighth Brother, is the match over?"

"Not yet, but it's almost ready. I came here early to wait," Lin Xiao replied from afar.

"That's good." Ming Lei Douluo nodded repeatedly. "However, today is the first day, so those sects probably haven't noticed yet. There probably aren't many people coming here."

“Hmm.” Lin Xiao also turned to look in Mingdu’s direction. “I thought Third Brother would be busy with the Soul Master Competition tonight and wouldn’t come here.”

"Hehe, this isn't the first day yet, it would be bad if something went wrong. Besides, there shouldn't be many people participating in the Soul Master Competition tonight."

The Thunder God gave Lin Xiao a meaningful look.

"Is Third Brother planning to bring in those academies that participated in the Elite Competition as well?"

"Old Eighth understands me best." Nether Thunder Douluo nodded. "Anyway, we'll definitely be the final winners, so why not bring a few more people over to play? We can earn even more that way, right?"

"I have already spread the word, but as for whether people from those academies and sects will come to participate, I don't know."

Lin Xiao gently shook her head without saying a word.

The Thunder God had even more confidence in him than he did, and knowing in advance who would win the championship, he brought out quite a few good items for this purpose.

With the allure of the final prize, it would be hard not to attract some participants; the entry fee alone would be enough to earn him a considerable sum.

Just as the two were talking, Ming Lei Douluo's expression suddenly changed.

"I didn't expect that there would actually be people leaving from here."

(End of this chapter)