Douluo Continent: My True Form Descends, My Physical Body Achieves Sainthood

"Welcome everyone to the Heavenly Spirit Arena! Tonight's Soul Battle Tournament is about to begin!"

Above the main arena, a voluptuous young female host with a charming smile held a soul-guided microphone and began the event with a passionate voice.

She wore a tight mini skirt, black stockings that accentuated her long, slender legs, and high heels, making her look stunning.

Lele blinked her big, watery eyes and blew a kiss to the audience.

Instantly, all the spotlights were focused on her.

"Lele! Lele!"

The audience erupted in cheers, shouting the host's name.

Especially when Lele rode her flying skateboard over the audience.

A gentle breeze blew, causing the hem of her skirt to sway softly, revealing a glimpse of spring sunshine.

The crowd's eyes lit up like hungry wolves seeing sheep, and whistles and shouts rose and fell.

"Lele, I love you!"

"Only Lele truly understands us!"

The enthusiastic atmosphere infected everyone present.

Lele spun around and returned to the top of the main arena, her voice rising in pitch:

"Ladies and gentlemen, in addition to the regular matches tonight, our Arena is also hosting the biggest betting match of the year—!"

"It's so lively down there!"

Tang Ya leaned closer to the transparent glass and peered down curiously.

"The arena is like this every night. If Miss Tang likes it, just let me know and I'll have someone arrange it regularly."

Bei Yuxuan took a sip of red wine and said with a smile.

Tang Ya quickly waved her hand and sat back down next to Lu Chen:

"Forget it, the music here is too loud. It's okay to come here once in a while, but I can't stand it every day."

Lu Chen shook his head and chuckled.

"Brother Lu, it's time to start drawing numbers." Bei Yuxuan pointed to the soul guide display screen on the left.

Lu Chen looked up and saw fifty numbers scrolling rapidly on the screen.

Each number corresponds to a Soul Master contestant.

With a crisp "ding," the number stopped ticking.

Contestant No. 2: Lu Chen.

"So close to the front?"

Tang Ya was somewhat taken aback. "Could it be that Luo Du colluded with the Soul Arena to deliberately arrange this?"

Bei Yuxuan shook his head: "The Soul Arena is backed by the royal family, and Luo Du doesn't have that much ability."

Lu Chen stretched his neck and smiled faintly:

"Whether it's arranged or not, the second match is fine too, the sooner it's over, the sooner it's over."

"Brother Lu, your opponent is a level 15 offensive Soul Master."

Bei Yuxuan pressed a button next to his seat, and the opponent's information immediately appeared on the screen:

Wu Gang, nicknamed "Ironclad Rhinoceros," possesses the martial soul of the Ironclad Rhinoceros and is a level 15 Soul Master with an eight-game winning streak.

"Eight consecutive wins? This guy is pretty strong!" Tang Ya frowned slightly as she looked at the information.

Bei Yuxuan nodded in agreement: "This guy is ruthless. Brother Lu, you must be careful later."

Lu Chen shrugged, looking nonchalant: "Have my odds been released yet?"

Making money is his core objective.

Bei Yuxuan manipulated the odds again, and the odds for the five matches were immediately displayed.

Upon seeing Lu Chen's odds, Tang Ya was startled and exclaimed in surprise:

"Am I seeing things? Little Chenzi is offering a 1 to 10 payout?!"

Bei Yuxuan was not surprised: "Wu Gang has won eight consecutive matches and is still a level 15 Soul Master."

Although Brother Lu possesses a true martial soul, he is merely a Soul Master, so it's normal for the odds to be so exaggerated.

Moreover, there's the added element of betting; Luo Du must have placed a lot of bets, naturally driving up the odds.

The maximum odds in the Soul Arena are ten times; otherwise, Brother Lu's odds would be even higher.

"Tell me quickly, where do I place my bet?"

Tang Ya clutched the ten silver soul coins in her hand tightly and looked excitedly at Bei Yuxuan.

Her eyes had shone like gold coins.

If we win, ten silver soul coins will instantly turn into ten gold soul coins!

Bei Yuxuan was somewhat taken aback, not expecting Tang Ya to be so excited.

He quickly pointed to the betting soul tool next to him:

"Miss Tang, just insert your Soul Coins and confirm your bet on the screen."

"Little Chenzi, whether we can live a life of luxury depends on this! All in!"

Without hesitation, Tang Ya invested all the money she had on her.

Lu Chen's lips twitched slightly. "You really don't leave yourself any way out."

After placing her bet, Tang Ya turned around and stared intently at Lu Chen:

"Little Chenzi, we must win this match!"

Lu Chen smiled helplessly: "Alright, I guarantee I'll complete the mission. I'm going to the waiting area now."

……

The first battle ended quickly.

Shortly after, the lights on the main arena below suddenly converged, and Lele's voice rang out again:

"The second match is a life-or-death battle! It features Wu Gang, the level 15 offensive Soul Master with eight consecutive victories—'Ironclad Rhinoceros,' against the newcomer—Lu Chen!"

Accompanied by the commentator's loud voice, a burly man who was 1.9 meters tall and whose skin had a grayish-brown metallic sheen leaped onto the ring.

A yellow spirit ring rose from beneath his feet, and his muscles bulged like rocks.

He looked at Lu Chen, who was slowly walking onto the stage, with a disdainful expression:

"You mere Soul Master dare to come here to die? Admit defeat now, and I might spare your life."

Lu Chen remained silent, his expression calm, standing still.

He stood with his feet slightly apart and his hands in an extremely smooth and rounded pose.

Although he strategically despised the enemy, he never dared to underestimate any opponent tactically.

These are the principles he learned at the Bangku Monastery.

Meanwhile, in another private room.

Luo Du swirled his wine glass, a sinister smile curving his lips as he looked towards the arena.

"Bei Yuxuan, that 70,000-year-old soul bone is mine!"

He simply didn't believe that a Soul Master could defeat a level 15 Ironclad Rhinoceros Soul Master.

If Lu Chen loses, he will win his first bet.

In the VIP room next door, Du Bu Si, Vina, and the others also kept their eyes fixed on Lu Chen.

"What pose is he in?"

Jiang Yixi looked at Lu Chen's starting stance with a face full of curiosity.

Chen Lu frowned: "It must be some kind of special combat technique."

Poison Undying's eyes scrutinized Lu Chen carefully, then he suddenly spoke:

It moved!

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Gang on the arena roared, and his first spirit ring suddenly shone brightly.

He charged forward like a maddened beast, bringing with him a stench of blood.

First Soul Skill: Ironclad Charge!

Lu Chen remained standing in the same spot, his posture unchanged.

Seeing this, Wu Gang sneered, "Fancy talk! Die, you brat!"

He covered the 50-meter distance in just a few breaths and rushed to Lu Chen's side.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand, condensing his soul power into his fist, and slammed it heavily towards Lu Chen's chest.

If that fist, weighing a thousand pounds, were to hit, even a martial soul would be severely injured or killed.

The force of the punch was so great that the audience even had a disorientation:

The next second, that frail boy will be smashed into a pulp like a broken sack.

"What's wrong with that kid? Is he scared out of his wits? Why isn't he fighting back?" Chen Lu asked anxiously.

Poison Immortal's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of surprise flashing in them:

"This kid, is he really that confident?"

"This guy is dead meat!" Luo Du sneered.

Some timid girls had already instinctively closed their eyes, afraid of seeing a bloody scene.

However, just as the iron fist was about an inch away from Lu Chen's clothes...

Lu Chen moved.

Instead of retreating, he took half a step forward.

He circulated his soul power within his body, drawing two mysterious semi-circular arcs with his hands.

As the palm of my hand moves in and out, it feels as if an invisible force of attraction is flowing through it.

Wu Gang's fist, powerful enough to shatter rocks, seemed to sink into incredibly resilient mud the moment it touched Lu Chen's palm.

The feeling of force was extremely strange.