Douluo: Dream Overlord

"My God! Dream God actually took on both brothers of the Mao Dun brothers and killed them all!"

Looking at the appalling state of the arena, the host exclaimed in surprise, "It seems I really didn't recognize a talent! I almost let this rising star duo, Divine Sword, be tarnished!"

I hereby announce! The winning team of this competition is—the Divine Sword Team!

As the winning team in this competition, let's give them the warmest applause to celebrate their victory in the first match!

He felt a secret joy in his heart; this infamous, contradictory brotherhood had finally been brought to its knees!

Heaven has eyes!

Those two bastards have killed the game countless times, preventing him from engaging the audience.

Without an enthusiastic audience, the fighting arena won't be profitable, and if it's not profitable, his salary will be reduced...

This was a vicious cycle, but fortunately, two heroic young men stepped forward today, saving the future of the Arena's craftsmanship and his salary.

It also ignited the audience's emotions, greatly increasing the viewership of the Soul Arena.

"The Mutual Conflict Brothers were actually killed by this fledgling Dream God?!"

"What a joke! I bet all my money on the Mao Dun brothers before the show even started. If they die, I'll lose everything! Give me my money back!"

"The 'Divine Sword' combination easily won the match; it seems they're about to rise to fame!"

Some spectators erupted in frenzied applause, others gritted their teeth in frustration at the loss, and still others gazed thoughtfully at the rising star team...

"Aren't you scared? Your hands are covered in blood from your very first competition."

Seeing the mess of blood, flesh, and yellowish-white matter scattered all over the ground, Lingjian's face turned as white as paper in an instant.

Anyone who has killed a Soul Master knows that there are no adverse reactions during the process; one is simply kept excited by the adrenaline.

Only after the adrenaline rush subsides will one feel fear and panic afterwards, and in more severe cases, experience extreme psychological effects such as nausea, dizziness, and hallucinations.

This was the state of mind for Lingjian at that moment; the psychological suggestion that Time had placed on her after the battle had become ineffective.

As a direct descendant of the Wind Sword Sect, she had lived a life of ease and comfort since childhood, and had never before witnessed such a bloody scene.

The two lives that were just talking and provoking each other are now just a roadside life.

She suddenly felt nauseous, her body temperature dropped, and her skin became cold.

As he retrieved his weapon from the border wall, Shi Guang said nonchalantly, "Why be afraid? In this world, it's either you kill someone, or someone kills you."

The path to becoming a Soul Master is all about competition—competing for resources, mindset, and Soul Beasts…

Only through competition can you become stronger; only through competition can you get what you want. Do you understand?

No matter who you kill, who you kill, or how many people you kill, as long as you achieve your goal, that's all that matters!

"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me!"

Time quoted a classic saying from a previous life of Prime Minister Cao, and his heart was filled with a sense of boundless light.

"I'd rather betray the world than let the world betray me?"

As he recited those incredibly arrogant words, Lingjian looked at the imposing Shiguang with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

What a wild poem! What a wild idea and spirit!

This person is exceptionally talented; if he doesn't die young, he will surely rise to prominence in the world of Soul Masters!

"Let's go, what's the point of staying here after the game is over?"

Time put away his weapon, turned and left. Spirit Sword looked at the ground, hesitated for a moment, and followed behind him.

As the game ended, cleaning staff came out to clean up the mess on the ground.

The host then interrupted the broadcast with another GG (Goblin) segment, which drew criticism and complaints from the audience.

Following the path they had come from, they returned to the backstage area from the entrance. Time and Spirit Sword stopped in their tracks, where the backstage staff member who had questioned them was waiting.

"Hey! You're still here."

Shiguang smiled and said, "Isn't it surprising that we came back alive?"

The outcome of the match was pretty obvious, wasn't it? We've removed a thorn in your side.

"I was blind and looked down on you! I didn't recognize your greatness! I beg the forgiveness of the two Soul Masters!"

Upon hearing this, the staff member broke out in a cold sweat and bowed deeply to the two men.

"There's no need to apologize. Don't judge others with such petty suspicions in the future."

Shi Guang, hands behind his back, looked at the staff and said, "Don't underestimate any Soul Master. How do you know that a weak Soul Master today might achieve a higher realm in the future?"

"You're absolutely right!" The staff member wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, bowing and scraping as he said, "You've rid us of a great scourge, and on behalf of the Soul Arena, I thank you!"

In addition, our leader would like to invite you over for a chat. We'll also be awarding you the prize money for this competition. Would you do me the honor of coming with me?

"Well, although my time is precious, it's not a bad idea to take a trip."

Shi Guang glanced at Ling Jian behind him: "But she's my teammate, so she'll be coming with me."

"No problem! Of course, no problem!"

The staff member gestured and said, "Please follow me."

"Let's go, little Spirit Sword."

Time gave a signal, instructing the spirit sword to follow.

"Hey! Who are you calling a kid!"

Lingjian said with dissatisfaction, but her steps involuntarily followed behind Time.

Following the long corridor, the two walked around for a while under the guidance of the staff, and arrived at a room.

The staff member knocked respectfully on the door.

"Let them in."

A majestic voice rang out.

The staff member opened the door and gestured for the two to enter with a somewhat fearful expression.

The two entered the room, and the staff behind them closed the door.

The room contained very few items, only a desk and a sofa.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating the middle-aged man behind the desk.

The middle-aged man had a neat hairstyle, and his square face, though expressionless, exuded an air of authority.

His desk was piled high with documents, and he was signing some when he looked up and saw Shi Guang and the other person walk in. He smiled and said:

"Please do so, you two rookies."

Shi Guang sat down on the sofa without any hesitation, casually resting his hands on the back of the sofa.

Lingjian glanced at Shiguang somewhat awkwardly, then hesitated for a moment before sitting down on the sofa, keeping a slight distance from Shiguang.

"I am the person in charge of the Soto City Grand Arena. You can call me Yu Hao."

The middle-aged man stopped what he was doing, crossed his arms and rested his hands on the table, and said with a smile:

"Dream God, Spirit Sword, you two newcomers are very good!"

Even though this is only your first match, it has solved a problem for me.

"What do you mean?" Shi Guang asked knowingly.