Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

She was just being sarcastic.

I just thought it would be fun and wanted to tease Su Mo.

“I won’t do anything to you now, but…” Su Mo raised the corner of his lips, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a few words.

Bibi Dong's face instantly turned red. She wanted to get up and leave, but Su Mo held her tightly.

Silent all night.

……

The next morning.

Bibi Dong opened her eyes groggily.

"Senior sister, you're awake?"

Su Mo asked softly. He had been awake for a while, but had been lying down so as not to disturb Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong gave Su Mo a resentful look.

She buried her face in Su Mo's chest and mumbled, "Hmph, you bad junior brother. All you do is bully me."

Su Mo smiled and ruffled her hair.

After breakfast.

The two left the manor, ready to explore Tiandou City.

Golden Crocodile Douluo followed in the shadows, his aura completely concealed.

Su Mo and his companion walked along, stopping frequently.

An hour later, they arrived in front of a magnificent oval building, which was the Heavenly Battle Arena.

Before even entering, I could hear cheers coming from inside.

"Senior sister, shall we go in and take a look?" Su Mo asked, looking at Bibi Dong, who was holding his arm.

Although Wuhun City also had a large battle arena, they were too weak at the time. The arena was filled with a mixed group of people, and Qian Xunji never sent them there. Instead, he sent loyal Wuhun Hall soul masters to spar with them.

Now that he had arrived at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, Su Mo wanted to go inside and take a look.

Of course, even if he participates in the Soul Battle, he will not reveal his Soul Ring, after all, a fifth Soul Ring of 100,000 years is too shocking and could easily cause turmoil.

Although Bibi Dong's spirit rings also broke with convention, her second spirit ring of a thousand years was obviously more acceptable to people than her spirit ring of a hundred thousand years.

Moreover, even if it's exposed, it doesn't matter. With Golden Crocodile Douluo around, those who want to cause trouble in secret are just courting death.

Looking across the entire continent, apart from those three Limit Douluo, no one can threaten the current Golden Crocodile Douluo.

Bibi Dong was clearly intrigued: "Great! I've never been to the Soul Arena before. I've heard it's very lively there."

"Then take this with you first."

Su Mo took out two exquisite masks from his storage soul tool.

One of them was a dark red, full-face mask with a ferocious design that looked somewhat eerie; this naturally belonged to Su Mo.

The other one is an exquisite purple full-face mask, which was given to Bibi Dong.

These two masks were prepared long before he went on his travels, in order to conceal his identity.

After putting on their masks, Su Mo took Bibi Dong's hand and walked into the Heaven Dou Arena.

The two went straight to the registration area.

"Hello, we'd like to register," Su Mo said calmly.

The staff member in charge of registration was a middle-aged woman.

"Ten gold soul coins per person," the middle-aged woman said.

Su Mo took out twenty gold soul coins and placed them on the table.

The middle-aged woman handed over two registration forms: "Fill in your information first."

Su Mo and his companion took the forms and quickly filled them out.

They did not use their real identities, but used code names. The fields for origin and age were left blank because these were not required fields, and real names were not required.

The two quickly finished filling out the forms.

Su Mo's codename is Shura, his martial soul is Blood Sword, and his soul power level is 55.

The soul power level cannot be hidden, because there will be a crystal ball test later.

As for his Martial Soul, since no one recognized it, he just randomly filled in one. Moreover, he would not use his Martial Soul unless absolutely necessary, so as not to expose his Soul Ring.

Bibi Dong filled in the following information: code name Spider Emperor, martial soul Death Spider Emperor, soul power level 44, age and origin were also left blank.

Unlike Su Mo, her martial spirit is easily recognizable to those with discerning eyes, so there's no need for her to deliberately hide it.

After submitting the registration information, the middle-aged woman's previously calm expression froze instantly, her mouth slightly open, her face full of shock.

Level 55 Soul King? Level 44 Soul Master?

She looked up at the two of them in surprise.

However, both of them were wearing masks, so their faces could not be seen clearly.

Judging from his physique, he should be very young, at most around twenty years old.

Su Mo and the other person's physiques did not match their actual age. Because soul power can promote physical development, their cultivation level far exceeded that of their peers, and their development was naturally faster.

The middle-aged woman dared not be negligent and quickly regained her composure, her attitude changing completely: "Two Soul Masters, please test your Soul Power level."

After calmly completing the test, Su Mo and the other person each signed up for a single-player game.

Chapter 45, the first Soul Battle, surprisingly doesn't use Martial Souls?

"Senior sister, let's go watch the game first."

The scale of the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena is far beyond that of other towns, with a large number of Soul Masters participating every day, so Su Mo and Bibi Dong still have several matches ahead of them.

However, there are many arenas here, including one main arena and twenty-four sub-arenas, so they don't need to wait too long.

A moment later, the two arrived at the spectator stands of the main arena.

They found two adjacent seats in the last row and sat down to watch the game.

At this moment, two Soul Kings were engaged in a fierce battle on the arena.

The two fought back and forth, locked in a fierce battle, with the surrounding audience frequently erupting in shouts and cheers.

Su Mo and Bibi Dong watched the match quietly, occasionally exchanging a few words in hushed tones.

After the two battles ended, it was finally their turn to take the stage.

Since both of them were participating for the first time, the battle was not arranged in the central arena, but was instead assigned to arena number 15 and number 20 respectively.

"Junior brother, good luck!"

"Ah, you too."

The two exchanged a smile, then parted ways, each heading towards their own arena.

……

Arena number fifteen.

The surrounding seats were already about 70-80% full, and the noise was deafening.

Above the arena, a huge soul-guided screen hangs, clearly displaying the information of the two players who are about to enter the arena.

Name: Tiger.

Martial Soul: Lava Earth-Splitting Tiger, Level 59 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King.

Their record is twelve wins and four losses.

VS

Name: Shura.

Martial Soul: Blood Sword, Level 55 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King.

Their record is zero wins and zero losses.

In the center of the ring stood a middle-aged man in a brown suit, who was the host of ring number fifteen.

Holding the microphone, he announced in an impassioned tone: "Next up is the fifth match of the one-on-one Soul Battle! Let's welcome—"

He drawled out his words, raising his hand to point to the west passage: "Battle Soul King Tiger, Martial Soul: Lava Earth-Splitting Tiger!"

The moment the words were spoken, a burly, bear-like figure strode out from the west passage.

The man appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a bare upper body and bulging muscles. He had a rugged face and a fierce look between his brows, clearly not someone to be trifled with.

"Tiger! Tiger!"

As Tiger entered the arena, a deafening roar erupted from the stands.

Tiger is a familiar face at this arena; many longtime spectators recognize him.

"Tiger is in good form today; his opponents are probably in for a rough time."

"Nonsense, Tiger is level 59, while the other side is only level 55."

"Moreover, Tiger's Lava Crack Tiger has extremely strong explosive power. In the last match, his opponent, who was of the same level as him, was beaten so badly that he was covered in injuries and looked terrible."

Amidst the rising and falling murmurs, the host pointed to the other side: "Next, let's welcome the War Soul King Shura, with his Martial Soul Blood Sword!"

The next moment, Su Mo walked out from the east passage, his steps unhurried and calm.

He wore a strange, dark red mask that completely obscured his face.

Compared to the enthusiastic atmosphere when Tiger appeared, Su Mo's entrance was much quieter.

"Shura? What kind of name is that? It sounds pretty intimidating."

"Why is that kid wearing a mask? What's with the mysterious act?"

"I've seen plenty of newcomers like this; they're just putting on airs. Look at how skinny he is, do you think he can withstand Tiger's punches?"

"A rookie with zero wins and zero losses, isn't this just handing points to Tiger?"