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

At that moment, Wang Shuo didn't even glance at them. He activated his Burst Foot technique and passed between the two of them in the next instant.

He moved so fast that the two guards only caught a glimpse of air, and by the time they reacted, Wang Shuo was already standing in front of the counter.

The middle-aged man hadn't recovered from the shock of what had just happened. When Wang Shuo suddenly appeared before him, a flicker of panic crossed his eyes. He forced himself to remain calm and patted the counter.

"What...what do you want to do? These are the rules of the deathmatch arena, don't do anything reckless!"

"Rules?" Wang Shuo sneered, his voice low and cold. "When you tricked me into the deathmatch arena, why didn't you tell me the rules?"

Before the middle-aged man could cry for help, Wang Shuo's right hand shot out like lightning, grabbed the man's collar, and pulled him out from behind the tall counter, slamming him heavily onto the smooth floor.

boom!

With a muffled thud, all the Soul Masters who were handling business nearby cried out and stepped back, while two guards hurriedly drew their short blades and rushed forward.

Without even looking, Wang Shuo lightly swept his foot, and two pale blue soul energies flashed past. The two guards were instantly kicked in the knees, screaming and falling to their knees, their short blades flying out of their hands.

The middle-aged man turned pale with fright and scrambled backward, pleading repeatedly, "Soul Master, I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please spare me!"

"Let you go?" There was no pity in Wang Shuo's eyes. He hated people like this who schemed against others behind their backs the most.

"Just now on the deathmatch stage, when he smashed his hammer into my head, why didn't he even consider letting me go?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Shuo raised his right foot and stomped down mercilessly on the middle-aged man's knees.

Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the quiet hall.

"Ah! My leg!"

The middle-aged man let out a heart-wrenching scream as his legs twisted and deformed at an unnatural angle, blood instantly soaking through his trousers. He curled up on the ground, convulsing in pain, like a dead dog.

Wang Shuo withdrew his foot, his cold gaze sweeping over the surroundings. The Soul Masters who had been watching all lowered their heads, none daring to meet his eyes.

To dare to injure someone in the Soto Grand Arena and even cripple the counter manager—such courage and strength are beyond the reach of ordinary Great Soul Masters.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and a group of people escorted a dignified-looking middle-aged man as he walked quickly towards them.

This man, with an aura of someone who had long held a high position, was Zhang Kun, the person in charge of the underground fighting arena at the Soto Grand Arena.

As soon as Zhang Kun entered, he saw the counter manager lying on the ground groaning, and Wang Shuo standing in the center of the hall, exuding a chilling aura.

His face darkened at first, but when his gaze fell on Wang Shuo, he remembered what his subordinate had just reported.

The third-generation Milon's stunning performance in the deathmatch arena, defeating his opponent in one move, and the almost frenzied shouts of the audience, instantly transformed the anger on his face into a wide smile.

He strode forward, first waving his hand to his men to carry the injured counter supervisor and guard away, then bowing deeply to Wang Shuo, his tone extremely respectful:

"Young man, my name is Zhang Kun, and I am in charge of the Soul Arena. My men were blind and offended you. It's my fault for not disciplining them properly, and I apologize to you here!"

The surrounding Soul Masters were all stunned. Everyone knew that Zhang Kun wielded considerable power in the Soto Grand Soul Arena and was known for his tough personality. Yet now he was bowing his head and apologizing to a young Great Soul Master with such a humble attitude.

Wang Shuo's expression remained unchanged as he glanced at him indifferently: "No need for an apology. Keep your people in check and stop using underhanded methods to deceive people."

"Yes, yes, yes! Young man, you're right!"

Zhang Kun nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of shrewd calculation. He could see clearly that Wang Shuo's performance in the deathmatch arena was simply that of a once-in-a-century fighting prodigy.

A level 21 Great Soul Master, without summoning a Martial Soul or using Soul Skills, can crush veterans of deathmatch with just his physical body. If he stayed in the Soul Arena to compete in regular matches, he would definitely attract countless spectators to place bets and bring in a steady stream of gold coins.

Thinking of this, Zhang Kun's smile became even warmer. He personally stepped forward and handed over a silver Battle Spirit Badge engraved with a battle axe pattern. The badge already had the words "Third Generation Mi Long" engraved on it.

"Young man, I've already had your Soul Battle Badge prepared, and the registration and entry fees are all waived! From now on, all your expenses in the Soul Battle Arena will be covered by me! As long as you're willing to stay and compete in the Soto Grand Soul Battle Arena, I'll triple your prize money for each battle!"

Wang Shuo took the badge; it felt cool to the touch, and a faint fluctuation of soul power emanated from it—it was a legitimate battle spirit badge.

He understood that the other party had taken a liking to his abilities and wanted to use him as a cash cow.

Wang Shuo did not refuse.

He is currently penniless and desperately needs a place to earn a stable income and improve his combat experience. The Soto Arena is undoubtedly the best choice.

As for being seen as a business opportunity, he doesn't care at all. With his strength, he is the one who takes advantage of others, not the other way around.

Wang Shuo put the Soul Battle Badge into his pocket, the chill around him dissipating slightly, and said, "I can participate in a regular Soul Battle. But if there's a next time, it won't just be my leg that gets broken."

"Definitely! Absolutely not again!" Zhang Kun smiled so hard his eyes narrowed into slits, and he quickly stepped aside to lead the way.

"Young man, you must be tired from your journey. I'll have someone arrange the best rest room for you, along with a table of food and wine. Take a short rest, and you're ready for your first formal Soul Battle at any time!"

Wang Shuo nodded and followed Zhang Kun into the Soul Arena.

Sunlight streamed through the glass windows of the arena, casting long shadows on his tall figure.

Zhang Kun arranged a spacious lounge with delicacies laid out on the table, but Wang Shuo didn't linger. He quickly ate his fill and then sat cross-legged on the couch.

He began to review the battle. His Eight Extremes Heaven cultivation followed a powerful and fierce path. If his soul power circulated faster, his attack power could be further enhanced.

The timing of his physical power bursts can be more precise. If the four-style Trembling Blade he just used were replaced by the five-style Shaking Mountain after charging up, it could even directly shatter the opponent's internal organs and meridians.

Wang Shuo closed his eyes again, and his pale blue soul power flowed slowly through his limbs and bones like a gentle stream, tempering every inch of his muscles and bones.

Two years of life-and-death battles in the Star Dou Great Forest taught him that only strength is the foundation for standing in the world of Soul Masters, and no amount of empty fame or fleeting fortune can compare to the solid foundation of one's own strength.

After a half-day rest, Zhang Kun personally visited, his face beaming with undisguised joy: "Brother Mi Long, the audience is clamoring to see you; they want to see you fight to the death."

"Manager Zhang, I told you I don't like killing, so please arrange a proper Soul Battle for me! However, I can challenge Soul Master level experts!" Wang Shuo said calmly, but his words were explosive.

"What! A challenge to the Soul Master!" Zhang Kun was both surprised and delighted. Wang Shuo's move would definitely excite the audience even more. "Mr. Mi Long, how long do you need?"

"Anytime." Wang Shuo stood up without a trace of fear in his eyes.