I collect fragments in Douluo Continent

Chapter 95 I'm reporting something, there's something fishy going on!

"What?!"

Upon hearing this, the chubby boy immediately jumped up.

"Which blind fool is it? In the entire city of Soto, who doesn't know that you, Dai Mubai, are my boss, Ma Hongjun's boss!"

The chubby guy patted his chest and shouted, "Boss Dai, which wife is yours? The receptionist at Dream Bar? Or the waitress at Rose Hotel?"

"Fatty, my good bro!"

Dai Mubai held Ma Hongjun's hand tightly and said with relief, "Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. I, Dai Mubai, have lived a life with you as my brother, so my life has not been in vain."

"Come on, I'll treat you to Dream World tonight. We brothers will drink until we drop!" Dai Mubai said heartily.

"Hehe, then I'll gladly accept your offer. I just wonder if wearing your old clothes that you don't wear anymore will keep me warm?" Ma Hongjun chuckled, his eyes full of lewdness.

Upon hearing this, Dai Mubai nonchalantly replied, "Women aren't population, they're resources. Take them if you need them."

"Hehehe, Boss Dai is awesome!"

Time flies, and before he knew it, Lu Feng had been in the Soul Arena for half a year.

"Bang!"

Lu Feng unleashed a burst of intense soul power, punching Dai Mubai in the chest and blasting him to the edge of the arena.

Dai Mubai gripped the ground tightly with his tiger claws, barely managing to steady himself.

"I'm reporting this! There's something fishy going on!" Dai Mubai raised his right hand and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Lu Feng stopped attacking, crossed his arms, and looked at Lu Feng with a mocking expression.

"Evil-Eyed White Tiger, what's your problem?" At this moment, DouDou flew to Dai Mubai's side and asked in a cold voice.

Dai Mubai, unusually, ignored the pretty female host and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I want to report this! I demand to see the head of the Soul Arena!"

"I am the host of this event, and I have the authority to be responsible for everything on stage!" DouDou said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, I don't believe you!" Dai Mubai sneered. "You and that Tang Si are in cahoots!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng smiled faintly and said, "Young Master Dai, we've had at least eight or ten matches together, and every single time I've blasted you off the stage. What does that have to do with the host?"

At this moment, DouDou spoke up: "Evil-Eyed White Tiger, if you have no further questions, please continue the match. Otherwise, I will declare you the loser."

"Hmph!" Dai Mubai immediately withdrew his martial spirit and said coldly, "Your Soul Arena is rigged. I've already played eight matches against this guy in a row!"

"And every single time, he's hosting one match and then playing against me the next!"

Dai Mubai became increasingly agitated, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I suspect you're manipulating the match schedule to pocket the betting rewards!"

His voice, undisguised and imbued with soul power, resounded throughout most of the audience.

Immediately, the onlookers began to discuss the matter animatedly.

"I think this player makes a good point. Losing eight matches in a row, and all to the same person, is incredibly unlucky!" said a chubby spectator wearing a melon-shaped hat.

"Yeah, it's most likely manipulated by someone," a burly man next to him chimed in.

"Indeed, this matter is indeed strange. However, I've already bet on Evil-Eyed White Tiger to lose five times in a row and made a fortune," a tall man with a hooked nose and glasses said with a smile.

"Hiss~!" Several audience members nearby gasped upon hearing this.

"May I ask where you work? My hotel needs someone like you!" the fat spectator said respectfully.

The tall, bespectacled man smiled and cupped his hands in greeting. "My name is Flander. I own an antique shop in the west of the city. You are welcome to come and support me if you have the time."

As he spoke, Flander took out several business cards from his person and handed them to the audience next to him.

On the stage, Lu Feng subconsciously touched his nose.

Dai Mubai was right.

Dai Mubai's match was indeed arranged by Dou Dou. As a close associate of the Great Soul Arena, arranging two matches was as easy for her as drinking water.

Especially since Dai Mubai is such a loser who keeps losing.

"Hmph!" DouDou snorted coldly, stating righteously, "The Soto City Grand Arena adheres to the principles of fairness, impartiality, and transparency, and will never manipulate any match!"

"I've played eight games against him in a row, and you're still saying you didn't manipulate things?" Dai Mubai said disdainfully.

DouDou raised the megaphone, letting her voice echo in every corner, "Two contestants competing in eight matches simultaneously—such a low-probability event can happen. Doesn't that demonstrate the fairness of the Soul Arena?"

"If we were in control, how could we allow such an outrageous thing to happen?" DouDou said righteously.

"Evil-Eyed White Tiger, due to your deliberate interference with the match, I hereby declare you the loser! You have the right to remain silent, but the final interpretation rests with the Grand Arena!"

Lu Feng looked at the serious-looking DouDou, shrugged, and said, "This is what you call professional."

"Hmph!" Dai Mubai snorted coldly and left the Soul Battle Arena.

The forces behind the Great Soul Arena are not ones that a fallen prince like him can easily offend.

but

"If I can't afford to offend them, can't I at least avoid them?" Dai Mubai had already made up his mind that he would not participate in Soul Battle for the next six months.

"Perfect timing, I recently met a pair of twin sisters."

"Hmph! I've finally reached level thirty-five, now it's time to enjoy myself."

Outside Soto, in a small grove of trees.

The grass on the surrounding ground had been roughly overturned. Within a radius of several dozen meters, there wasn't a single intact tree.

On a rock the size of half a house, there were claw marks everywhere, each one more than half a meter deep.

"Roar!" A deafening tiger's roar erupted from Lu Feng's mouth, shaking the mountains and forests.

Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

Lu Feng's body swelled up, his muscles bulging, bursting through his outer clothing.

With his exaggerated muscle lines and resolute face, a young girl would probably be unable to walk away if she saw him.

His entire body was enveloped in a strong golden light, and a golden mark between his brows shone brightly, making him look like a war god bathed in holy light.

After half a year, Lu Feng finally managed to acquire Dai Mubai's White Tiger Martial Soul.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

At the same time, Lu Feng also acquired his family's martial arts manual, "The White Tiger War God Manual".

Level 38!

This is Lu Feng's current level.

In just six months, Lu Feng has advanced three levels!

This is level three soul power at the Soul Master level! Under normal circumstances, an ordinary Soul Master can only increase this level in a year at the Soul Master stage.

Lu Feng's increased soul power came from two sources.

First, after the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record" was upgraded to red quality, Lu Feng's soul power cultivation speed was much faster than that of ordinary people.

Red-quality cultivation techniques are extremely rare, even on the entire continent.

With the blessing of the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record", Lu Feng felt that his soul power had increased by at least two and a half levels in the past six months!

As for the other half of the soul power, it comes from the "Martial Soul Seal Technique".

After obtaining this cultivation technique, Lu Feng's beast spirit can cultivate autonomously and improve its quality. At the same time, a portion of the spirit power cultivated will be fed back to Lu Feng, increasing his overall spirit power.

So far, Lu Feng has two martial souls from which he can "gain experience".

Luo Wupao.

Xuanming turtle.

As for the grass python, it was just a small rat snake that couldn't even open its eyes.

And the Haotian Hammer?

Cultivation my ass?

Now, Lu Feng has obtained his third high-quality beast spirit, and he feels that he is one step closer to becoming a god while idling.

However, the number of Beast Martial Souls that can be inherited is limited.

In ancient times, even the most powerful human soul masters could only inherit six heroic souls. Any more than that, and they would explode and die.

Having acquired Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix and thus completed the collection of the four divine beasts, Lu Feng was ready to stop.

As for weapon spirits, there are not so many restrictions.

Theoretically speaking, beast spirits can be called 'innate spirit spirits,' inherited from ancient heroic spirits. They possess independent thought and are partners and comrades-in-arms of spirit masters.

Weapon spirits are 'transformed' from the 'acquired'. They started as weapons of some warriors and later evolved into various tools.

There is no method in "Martial Soul Seal Techniques" for a weapon martial soul to "become a spirit".

Lu Feng's eyes flickered slightly, and a burst of intense white light shot out from his mouth, hurtling towards a boulder.

The white light was faintly tinged with gold.

Upon closer inspection, one can also discern the subtle power of fire within it.

Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!

Lu Feng is terrible at naming things. Anyway, they all came from Dai Mubai's martial souls, and the effects of their soul skills look pretty much the same.

"boom!"

The boulder shattered instantly, revealing a small, thin figure hidden behind it.

The Soul Master seemed stunned by the sudden attack. Her body trembled slightly, and her face was pale.

Lu Feng walked to the girl's side and said coldly, "Miss, it's very impolite to spy on others cultivating their soul skills."

(End of this chapter)