Douluo Continent: Invincible Physical Body, I Became a God with a Mortal Form

As soon as Wang Shuo finished speaking, he realized an awkward problem.

He searched his entire body, but couldn't find a single silver soul coin, or even a broken stone.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. He looked Wang Shuo up and down and said slowly:

"No money? Kid, the Soto Arena isn't a charity. You're already registered; you're not leaving without paying!"

Wang Shuo frowned, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Can I participate in the Soul Battle and use the prize money to offset the registration fee?"

"Can."

The middle-aged man immediately agreed and tapped the stone slab behind the counter.

"Perfect timing. The underground fighting arena is short a substitute. You can go on right now. If you win, not only will your registration fee be waived, but you'll also get a prize. If you lose... well, that's none of our business."

Wang Shuo didn't think much of it, assuming it was just an ordinary Great Soul Master level battle spirit, and immediately nodded: "Lead the way."

He followed a servant through the dimly lit corridor, and the deeper they went, the stronger the stench of blood became in the air.

The surrounding clamor turned into frenzied and violent roars, a stark contrast to the lively atmosphere in the hall.

A sense of unease crept into Wang Shuo's heart, but he knew he couldn't turn back now.

He was quickly led to a cramped preparation room, where a servant uttered a single sentence:

"Get ready, it's almost your turn."

Immediately, he turned and left, and the moment he closed the door, Wang Shuo clearly heard a cold laugh coming from outside.

The next second, the iron gate overhead suddenly rose up, and blinding flames and deafening roars rushed towards us.

Wang Shuo then realized he had been tricked; this was not a proper fighting arena, but an underground deathmatch arena.

At this moment, the surrounding area was filled with excited spectators, all with bloodshot eyes, roaring:

"Kill him! Kill him!"

The deathmatch table still bore traces of undried blood, and the cold surface emanated a chilling aura.

Standing by the stage, Wang Shuo finally realized that he had been tricked by the person at the counter. The so-called substitute battle was actually a life-or-death struggle with a slim chance of survival.

Before he could think further, the iron gate opposite him opened with a bang, and a burly man with a fierce face strode out, two yellow soul rings around his waist pulsating up and down, clearly a Great Soul Master.

"Hehehe, didn't find a little kid. I wonder what your blood tastes like."

This man stared at Wang Shuo with a fanatical gaze, as if he were staring at prey, and drool was dripping from his mouth.

His martial spirit was a spiked mace covered in barbs, its blade gleaming with a cold light, radiating intense killing intent the moment it appeared on the field.

The host on the sidelines was loudly announcing through a megaphone: "Next up is the level 27 Great Soul Master, the Wolf, who has won seven consecutive victories!"

The surrounding audience went even crazier, shouting and making a ruckus.

"His opponent is a newly registered level 21 Great Soul Master, known as the Third Generation Mi Long!"

The murmurs from the spectators on the sidelines clearly indicated their disdain for Wang Shuo's abilities.

"The deathmatch begins!"

The host loudly announced the start of the competition.

"Kid, you dare to come to the Soto Underground Deathmatch Arena after just breaking through to the Great Soul Master level? You're really asking for trouble!" The burly man grinned maliciously, and his second soul ring suddenly lit up.

"Wolf Fang Bone-Smashing Strike!"

The burly man was very confident and made no attempt to test the waters; he immediately launched a deadly attack.

The violent soul power, carrying the spiked hammer, smashed straight at Wang Shuo's head with a deafening roar that tore through the air, clearly intending to kill him with a single blow.

The roars from the audience reached their peak instantly, everyone waiting to see Wang Shuo smashed into a pulp.

Wang Shuo's eyes turned cold, but he did not activate any soul skills, nor did he even summon his physical martial soul.

With the Eight Extremes Heavenly Body Technique running naturally, his pale blue soul power quietly flowed through his feet. His figure was like a willow leaf in the wind, seemingly slow but extremely precise as he brushed past the sharp edge of the wolf fang hammer and dodged to the side.

So fast that only a faint afterimage remained, the burly man's deadly hammer blow struck empty air. The immense force caused him to lose his balance and stagger.

The entire venue fell silent instantly; the audience's shouts ceased abruptly, their faces filled with astonishment.

A seemingly ordinary Great Soul Master actually dodged the deadly soul skill of a veteran in a deathmatch using only his physical speed.

It's definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"That was fast! He actually dodged it!"

"This kid's interesting, I'm going to raise my bet on the third-generation Milon to win!"

The audience was stunned by Wang Shuo's speed, and their eyes lit up with fervor and anticipation.

At this moment, Wang Shuo stood still, his eyes calm and unwavering.

He never intended to kill anyone; he only wanted to earn some gold soul coins to support his cultivation and livelihood. However, the other party tried to kill him right away, and he naturally wouldn't tolerate such malice.

Before the burly man could regain his footing, Wang Shuo took a step forward and shot out like an arrow. The fierce power of the Eight Extremes Fist was concentrated in his right fist, without any fancy moves, and went straight for the burly man's shoulder and neck joints.

This punch was as fast as lightning and as powerful as a thousand pounds; it was the fourth move of the Eight Extremes Heaven, Trembling Blade.

Click!

A soft sound was heard, followed by the burly man's agonizing scream.

His shoulder and neck joints were shattered, the spiked hammer fell to the ground, and his entire arm hung limply, completely losing the ability to resist.

The burly man knelt on the ground, convulsing in pain, his previous ferocity completely gone.

Wang Shuo stood with his fists clenched, no spirit rings flashing around him, no spirit skills activated. Relying solely on his physical strength and basic combat skills, he crippled the veteran of the deathmatch arena in one move.

A deathly silence enveloped the entire underground fighting arena, before erupting a commotion even more violent than before a few breaths later.

The middle-aged man behind the counter, squeezed into the crowd, saw this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the shrewdness on his face instantly turned into shock.

He had initially thought this poor boy from the mountains was an easy target, but he never expected him to be a tough nut to crack.

Wang Shuo glanced at the shocked crowd below the stage, his gaze finally settling on the middle-aged man, a flash of coldness in his eyes.

Dare to play him? This score will be settled sooner or later.

He slowly walked up to the burly man who had lost the ability to resist, but did not kill him. He simply spoke:

"You've lost. Admit defeat! I don't want to kill anyone!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked off the deathmatch stage, his back view steady and exuding an undeniable power.

At that moment, the announcer beside the ring erupted in excitement, shouting, "Miron III wins!"

Returning to the hall from the deathmatch arena, Wang Shuo's calm completely vanished, replaced by an unyielding frost.

He felt a burning resentment in his chest, which made him restless and agitated.

If it weren't for his extraordinary strength, he would have already become a cold pool of flesh and blood on the deathmatch stage.

This feeling of being tricked is something he, who has spent the last two years living on the edge of a knife in the Soul Beast Forest, absolutely cannot tolerate.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Shuo walked straight toward the registration counter.

Several Soul Masters were still processing their paperwork at the counter. Two Soul Arena guards in black uniforms stood on either side. Seeing Wang Shuo charging towards them aggressively, they immediately stepped forward to block him, their faces unfriendly as they berated him:

"Halt! This is the Arena's administrative area. Unauthorized personnel are not permitted!"