Douluo Continent: Starting with controlling Ning Rongrong and establishing the Holy Cult

"Wow, Oscar, that's impressive." Ma Hongjun patted Oscar on the shoulder. After learning the details of how Oscar leveled up to level 30, Ma Hongjun couldn't help but admire him.

"A support-type Soul Master soloing a Wind Wolf is quite impressive."

Dai Mubai and Tang San nodded in agreement.

"Hmph." Flander looked at Oscar and the other three and snorted coldly.

These brats really don't know there are always people more capable than themselves. I'll have to teach them a lesson later.

He glanced at Ning Rongrong, but she didn't react.

So Flander decided to teach them a lesson:

"Ning Rongrong single-handedly killed the thousand-year-old Human-Faced Demon Spider!"

"Human-faced Demon Spider?"

Tang San had heard the Grandmaster talk about this kind of soul beast. It was an extremely ferocious soul beast. In terms of strength, the Human-Faced Demon Spider of the same age was definitely stronger than the Wind Wolf.

"millennium?"

Oscar's eyes widened as well. "This must have used the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School," he reassured himself.

"Rongrong, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

Zhu Zhuqing tugged at Ning Rongrong's sleeve.

"It's alright, Zhuqing. Look, I'm perfectly fine."

"Wow, Rongrong, can I learn your technique next time?"

Xiao Wu was also surprised.

"Sure."

Flander looked at the group of people, then at the sky.

"It's getting late, let's go inside."

The group entered the Great Soul Arena.

Among them, the first thing to do was one-on-one. After Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing's battle, the one-on-one matches at the level of Great Soul Masters at Shrek Academy were over, and the group began to watch the one-on-one matches at the level of Soul Venerables.

Dai Mubai's opponent was quite weak, and was defeated by Dai Mubai in just a few rounds. Among them, only Ning Rongrong had not yet entered the arena.

"Next up, please welcome Ning Rongrong, a level 33 Weapon Soul Master, to face off against Liu Jiayi, a level 38 Battle Soul Master!"

A large number of spectators had gathered around the small battle arena, more than during the previous battles between Grand Soul Masters.

On the battle stage stood a young girl who had not yet fully developed her physical form, and a burly man in his thirties.

There was an uproar.

"Such a young Soul Master, is there a mistake?"

"Liu Jiayi, the one who became famous for his ruthless methods!"

Someone recognized the burly man.

"I heard that in his previous matches, his opponents were either killed or injured, and now he has won three in a row! Sigh, what a pity for such a beautiful young girl."

"The match hasn't even started yet, what's your name?"

"Ah? My name is Ma Jia San. What's up, brother? Do you know that girl?"

Ma Jia San looked at the refined-looking man in front of him, somewhat puzzled.

The man simply smiled, shook his head, and said, "I don't know him, but don't you think this match will be very interesting?"

"Alright, what could it mean?" As soon as he heard that the other party was a stranger, Ma Jia San became unrestrained. Then, he felt the murderous aura and obediently shut his mouth.

Battle Arena.

Liu Jia originally intended to quickly defeat his opponent this time, but when he saw that she was just a little girl of about twelve years old, his remaining humanity resurfaced in his heart.

"Young lady, I don't really want to hurt you. Please withdraw from the competition. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and it will be difficult to explain to your family."

Ning Rongrong frowned: "Why should it be based on the premise that you will definitely beat me? What if I win?"

"You can't win."

Liu Jia shook his head, recalling a transaction he made before arriving at the Great Soul Arena, and said, "That transaction greatly enhanced my strength."

"I do not believe."

Ning Rongrong responded confidently, her martial spirit illuminating.

The Seven-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda.

Many people present recognized this martial spirit, causing another uproar.

"Are you kidding me? Since when can support-type Soul Masters fight one-on-one? So what if he has the number one support-type Martial Soul on the continent?"

"Could it be the legendary 'connections'? But this is the Great Soul Arena!"

"Is this the kind of recruitment that involves inviting someone to join your sect? Could it be that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has taken a liking to Liu Jiayi, so that Liu Jiayi won't have to worry about making a living in the future?"

"Shut up."

Just as everyone was arguing, the refined-looking man uttered another sentence that silenced them all.

All of this was observed by Tang San and his companions on the other side.

"Who is that person? Why did everyone else shut up as soon as he spoke?"

Tang San asked Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai scratched his head, shook his head, and said, "I don't know either. I've never seen him. Maybe the dean knows."

The group turned their gazes to Flander, who adjusted his glasses and looked carefully at the person opposite him, his expression hardening.

He certainly recognized the man, but he didn't know why he was there.

Chapter 19 The Great Soul Arena, I Don't Believe It

Let's go back a bit, many days ago.

In a dark corner of Soto City, Liu Jiayi was cornered by debt collectors in a dead end.

With a dead end in front of him and pursuers behind him, Liu Jia, who was heavily in debt, didn't know which way to go.

"Damn it, couldn't they have given me a few more days? It's all because yesterday's opponent was too strong, which caused me to lose."

Liu Jia gasped for breath and cursed. He was level 37 at the time, while the pursuers were generally level 40 or above.

The footsteps behind him grew more and more hurried. Liu Jiayi had a sudden idea and hid in a pile of garbage.

He was all too familiar with this tactic; he'd handled it the same way whenever debt collectors came after him. Knowing them well, he figured these debt collectors didn't want to get their hands dirty and would eventually give in and let him go.

But this time seems different.

"Huh? That scumbag is hiding again? Hey, the higher-ups are pushing hard this time, we can't let him get away with this."

Liu Jia felt a chill run down his spine as he heard the approaching footsteps.

This looks like they're about to dig up some trash.

Shortly after, he heard the sound of rummaging through the trash.

Oh no, they're serious.

Liu Jiayi's heart was pounding, but he dared not make any moves in the garbage dump, fearing that the other party would find him ahead of time.

If the other party doesn't find him, they might give up halfway.

Liu Jia thought it was true, but ironically, it seemed to be true.

Soon after, Liu Jiayi could no longer hear the sound of rummaging through the trash.

gone?

He carefully rummaged through the trash, creating a hole, and froze as he looked out.

He saw an eye, an eye that was pitch black, with no whites. The eye moved a few times, as if to say that he was still alive.

"Are these debt collectors really that resilient?"

Liu Jia realized he had been exposed and obediently admitted defeat, rummaging through the trash.

"Alright, you guys win this time. Me and you guys..."

Then Liu Jia was shocked a second time.

That person wasn't a debt collector, at least not one he knew.

The debt collectors he knew were lying haphazardly not far away, their bodies covered in strange wounds, from which black smoke was emanating.

This further confirms that the person in front of them is not a debt collector.

Upon closer inspection, the black aura emanating from the person in front of them was continuously seeping out of their wounds, exceeding the combined black aura emanating from the debt collectors.

Is the person in front of me really a human being?

Liu Jia didn't dare to think too much about it.

He had messy black hair, wore a black robe, hunched over, and looked up at him.

"Let's talk this out..."

Liu Jia was so frightened that he took half a step back.

"Hehehe... I smell desire." The man let out a strange laugh. "You want power, don't you?"

Liu Jia hesitated.

Of course he wanted to; with power, he could shine in the Great Soul Arena, earn gold soul coins, and save his elderly parents.

"I think!"

He said, his gaze unwavering.

"I can give you strength, so what are you willing to give in return?"

"I'd give you my life, except for money!"

"Really... Hehehe, I don't believe it. Prove it to me."