Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

The streets of Soto were bustling with people.

Night had just fallen.

Countless lights illuminated the most bustling areas of the city.

An oval-shaped, magnificent building lies sprawled in the city center like a giant beast.

That's the Soto Arena.

Flander walked at the very front of the Shrek team.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

The large gold watch dangled on his wrist.

"Little monsters, I've brought you here for training today."

"The Grand Arena can not only improve your combat experience, but also earn you gold coins to subsidize the academy."

"There's a bonus for every win."

Flanders rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with a desire for money.

Tang San walked behind with his hands behind his back.

He nodded in deep agreement.

"The dean is right; real combat is the only criterion for testing truth."

Dai Mubai walked at the edge of the group.

He had dark circles under his eyes that hadn't completely faded, and his face was gloomy.

I haven't gotten over the anger I suffered in the Star Dou Great Forest a few days ago.

Now when he walks down the street, he always feels that passersby look at him with a mocking gaze.

He glanced back instinctively.

A floating couch made of Tianshan jade slowly followed at the end of the procession.

A thin layer of gauze hung around the soft couch.

Gu Fan, dressed in a well-tailored black casual outfit, leaned lazily against a brocade cushion.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing accompanied them, one on each side.

Ning Rongrong knelt in front, holding a purple clay teapot in her hands.

This style is completely different from the disheveled freshmen in front of them.

The registration hall of the Great Soul Arena was very noisy.

Long queues formed in front of several windows.

Flander led the group to a VIP registration window at the far end.

"Please process the Fighting Spirit Badges for these children."

The manager at the window was a middle-aged, overweight man wearing a silk vest.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at Flander.

His gaze then swept over Tang San and Oscar's somewhat shabby clothes.

The middle-aged fat man curled his lip.

"The premium registration fee is ten gold soul coins per person."

"Pay the money first, then fill out the form. Don't hold up the people behind you in line."

The fat man's tone was clearly dismissive and contemptuous.

Flanders pulled a money pouch from his pocket.

He reluctantly counted out dozens of gold soul coins and placed them one by one on the counter.

The fat manager rolled his eyes.

"Look at you, all poor and stingy. If you can't afford it, just queue up at the regular window. What are you pretending to be so important for?"

Flander stopped moving.

His expression turned somewhat grim.

Zhao Wuji clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

"How dare you talk like that, fatso? Believe me or not, I'll tear down this lousy platform of yours."

The fat manager was not afraid at all.

He gave a cold laugh.

"You're causing trouble in this Great Soul Arena without even knowing whose territory this is?"

"Men, throw these troublemaking paupers out of here."

Two guards dressed in black armor walked over from the side.

Just at this time.

A lazy voice came from the back of the group.

"Such a big venue, and the entry fee is only a few dozen gold soul coins?"

The crowd was pushed aside.

Gu Fan put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked to the counter.

Three stunningly beautiful young women followed closely behind him.

All eyes in the hall were drawn to it.

The chubby manager was slightly taken aback when he saw Gu Fan's attire and demeanor.

He's a discerning person.

The seemingly ordinary clothes Gu Fan was wearing were made of a material that even the royal family of the Star Luo Empire couldn't afford.

"Young master, what business do you need?"

The fat man's attitude made a complete 180-degree turn.

Gu Fan didn't look at him.

He yawned.

"Where is the best and quietest viewpoint in your area?"

The fat manager's eyes lit up, and he bent over.

"In reply to your question, young master, there are VIP private rooms with a 'peep view' on the top floor."

"Made of omnidirectional crystal, so you can't see inside from the outside, but from the inside you can overlook all the arenas."

"But the price..."

The fat man drawled out his words.

"A private room for one night costs 10,000 gold soul coins, no credit allowed."

Upon hearing this number, Flander gasped.

Tang San was secretly astonished.

Ten thousand gold soul coins.

That's enough to buy half a street in Nottingham.

Gu Fan's lips curled up.

He flipped his wrist, and a palm-sized, fiery red stone appeared in his palm.

The stone was produced.

A surge of pure spiritual energy, so intense it made it hard to breathe, swept through the entire hall.

The inside of the stone seemed to contain a sea of ​​fire, with light flowing through it.

This is a top-grade fire spirit stone produced in the fire vein of the Primordial Demon Sect.

Even in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, it's considered a highly sought-after item.

"Is this piece of junk enough to book the whole place?"

Gu Fan casually tossed the fire spirit stone onto the counter.

The hard ironwood cabinet was scorched with a blackened dent by the high temperature of the spirit stone.

With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to the wonderful world of Chapter 93, the VIP box.

The fat manager was so frightened that he took two steps back.

He swallowed.

Although he didn't recognize what it was.

But he could sense that the energy contained in this stone was more terrifying than all the soul bones in the Great Soul Arena warehouse combined.

"That's enough...that's enough! Absolutely enough!"

The fat manager wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his voice trembling.

"Quick! Bring me the access card for the VIP box!"

"I'll personally lead this young master the way!"

Gu Fan turned to look at Flander.

"Dean Fu, you can just wait in line downstairs."

"I'll be waiting for you upstairs."

After saying that, he led the three women toward the private passage.

A large hall of stunned Soul Masters was left behind.

The fat manager led the way with a stooped posture, his smile never faltering the entire way.

The VIP box is located at the very top of the Great Battle Arena.

Push open the heavy double doors made of rosewood.

Inside is a luxurious space of over 200 square meters.

The floor was covered with a soft snow fox fur carpet.

In the very center was a huge velvet couch.

All three walls are made of one-way transparent crystal.

Standing here, you can see dozens of large arenas below.

The fat manager left and considerately closed the door behind him.

Gu Fan walked to the soft couch and sat down.

I stretched my neck a bit.

"The environment is barely acceptable."

Gu Fan opened the system shop and used villain points to redeem three sets of clothing.

Xiao Wu curiously came closer.

"Big brother, what is this?"

"Is it good?"

"These are beautiful clothes."

"Your school uniforms are so outdated. Change into these tonight."

Xiao Wu was the first to open the gift box.

Inside was a pink and white anime-style maid outfit.

The skirt is very short, with layers of lace trim.

She also wore a white lace choker and a pair of sheer white stockings.

Wow! This dress is so pretty!

Xiao Wu's eyes lit up.

Zhu Zhuqing opened the second gift box.

Inside was a black and white maid outfit.

The neckline is very low.

She wore a black bodycon mini skirt on her lower body.

It came with a pair of black semi-sheer stockings and a pair of cat ear hair accessories.

Zhu Zhuqing's ears immediately turned red as she looked at the few pieces of fabric that made up the clothes.

Her fingers gripped the hem of her skirt.

"This...this is way too short."

Gu Fan leaned back on the soft couch, his hands behind his head.

"dislike?"

I won't force you.

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip.

She picked up the gift box, her voice barely audible.

"I...I'll go change."

Ning Rongrong opened the third gift box.

Inside was a modified version of a classic cheongsam in blue and white, worn as a maid's outfit.

Although the skirt is a little longer than the previous two outfits, the slits on both sides reach the upper thigh.

The fabric is made of a special semi-transparent material.

Ning Rongrong's face was blushing adorably.

When did she, the eldest daughter of the prestigious Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, ever wear such clothes?

What's the difference between this and not wearing anything at all?

"Young master..."

"If my dad sees these clothes, he'll beat me to death."

Gu Fan closed his eyes, his tone languid.

"This is the VIP box, and this is my formation."

"If your father finds out, I will personally go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to apologize to him."

"It's up to you whether you change it or not. This outfit is quite selective in terms of who can wear it. If you're not confident, then forget it."

Ning Rongrong is most susceptible to being provoked.

She ran into the dressing room inside the private room, clutching the gift box.

Fifteen minutes later.

The locker room door opened.

Xiao Wu skipped and hopped out.

The pink maid outfit fit her petite figure perfectly.

Her legs, encased in white stockings, were straight and long.

The bunny ear hair accessory on her head swayed with her movements.

"Big brother, is it pretty?"

Xiao Wu twirled in front of Gu Fan, her skirt fluttering in the wind.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind and walked out.

She covered her skirt with both hands, and even her walking posture became somewhat stiff.

That black and white maid outfit perfectly showcased her stunning figure.

Black stockings tightly hugged her shapely legs, accentuating a hint of fleshiness.

The cat ear hair accessory on her head added a touch of fatal charm to her originally aloof temperament.

Ning Rongrong walked last.

Her hands were clasped together.

The light blue cheongsam maid outfit clung tightly to her skin.

The high slit design allowed glimpses of her fair skin with every step she took.

Gu Fan opened his eyes.

He sat up straight.

His phoenix eyes swept over the three women.

A satisfied smile curved his lips.

"good."

"That's more like it."