Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

The arrow shot through the air with a sharp whistling sound, leaving a pale blue afterimage in the sky.

"Pfft!"

The arrow pierced Ren Yan's chest precisely, pinning him to the ground of the arena.

Blood gushed from the wound, staining the arena floor red.

Ren Yan's face turned deathly pale instantly, veins bulged on his forehead, and he trembled all over in pain.

"Referee!" he yelled hoarsely, "He fouled! I wasn't even ready!"

The middle-aged host next to him looked at him speechlessly, his lips twitching slightly.

"The game had already started when I put you on the field."

"I refuse to accept this! Let me start over!" Ren Yan exclaimed, covering his face with one hand.

His chest and body trembled constantly, and his voice was full of resentment.

Even the spectators in the stands couldn't bear to watch anymore.

"You disgraceful piece of trash! Get off the plane now!"

"We pay money just to watch you fix matches?"

"Refund! Refund!"

The crowd was outraged, and the outcry grew louder and louder.

The middle-aged host hurriedly tried to calm the audience, his forehead beaded with cold sweat.

Yue Qingge stood on the arena, her white clothes spotless, her expression indifferent as if she were looking at an ant.

"I'm going to hit you." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "Please pay attention—this person..."

Another arrow was fired.

This time, Ren Yan tried to dodge, but his body was already pinned down by the first arrow, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The arrow pierced his other side of his chest, pinning him to the ground.

Ren Yan's eyes glazed over, and he completely lost consciousness.

The entire room fell into a deathly silence.

Yue Qingge won too easily, without any fancy techniques or prolonged fighting.

It has absolutely no entertainment value whatsoever.

Two arrows, two breaths, and the battle was over.

This made the audience below even more dissatisfied, who felt that the organizers were trying to fool them.

"Refund! Refund!"

Geneva! Refund!

The shouts grew louder and louder, and the host's expression became increasingly...

ugly.

Yue Qingge stood on the stage, looking at the host with a troubled expression, and frowned slightly.

next moment.

A chilling aura instantly swept through the entire venue.

Two black and one gold spirit rings rose from Yue Qingge's feet, slowly rotating and radiating a suffocating sense of oppression.

A black ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and a golden seven-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring.

When that golden spirit ring lit up, the temperature in the entire venue seemed to drop by more than ten degrees.

The audience felt an invisible pressure descend from the sky, making it hard for them to breathe, their legs went weak, and they almost knelt down.

Yue Qingge looked around, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

"Come!" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

"Who said it was a fixed match? Let me see what you're made of!"

The audience was silent.

The audience members who had been clamoring for refunds were now deathly pale, silent, and trembling.

Some people even lowered their heads, afraid of being noticed by the teenagers on stage.

Seeing this, the host quickly took over the conversation, his voice trembling as well:

"This lord's opponent is from the Spirit Hall Academy rankings."

The second-best player! It wasn't a fixed match—it's just that this person's strength completely overwhelmed him!

The audience became even more afraid to speak.

A golden spirit ring—no one on the entire continent possesses it yet.

Inside the VIP room.

Bibi Dong sat in the very center, her long purple-gold dress making her look elegant, noble, and stunningly beautiful.

She rested her chin on her hand, looking at the image on the soul guide screen, a satisfied smile slowly curving her lips.

Those phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

"Release these videos, along with the information about the spirit rings, to all the Soul Arenas."

She paused, then turned to look at the figure beside her, completely shrouded in black robes—it was Mo Yuan.

"And then add fuel to the fire."

The man in black robes nodded slightly, and then disappeared from the private room in a flash.

Bibi Dong looked back at the Soul Guidance Screen, her gaze falling on the white-clad youth in the center of the arena, a complex light flashing deep in her eyes.

As for threats?

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold smile.

He always had at least one or two titled warriors by his side.

Luo protects.

If you're not afraid of death, you can give it a try.

When Yue Qingge returned to the private room, he was greeted by a variety of different gazes from the crowd.

Hu Liena leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, a smile on her lips: "Two arrows and it's over? We haven't had enough yet."

Liya sat to the side, resting her chin on her hand and looking at him. She didn't say anything, but it felt like she had said everything.

She looked at Yue Qingge, her tone laced with a hint of mockery:

"Stop being silly. The team competition is coming up soon, Qingge, you can just stay on the sidelines."

She turned to look at the group of girls, her eyes now serious: "Let them get some experience."

The girls nodded in unison, their eyes burning with fighting spirit.

Yue Qingge found a seat and watched them chattering about tactics, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her face.

After a short break at halftime, Yue Qingge led Hu Liena, Liya, the Zhu Zhuyun sisters, Meng Yiran, and Ye Lingling slowly into the stadium.

Their team has a somewhat unconventional mix of Soul Masters, but it doesn't seem to have much of an impact.

All the women were dressed in black robes specially made by Bibi Dong, robes that could shield them from sight and mental perception.

As she moved, the hem of her robe fluttered gently, like a group of flowers quietly blooming in the dark night.

But Yue Qingge, who was walking at the very front, was still dressed in white.

The clothes were spotless.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Rolling Eyes

Standing opposite them were seven men from the Spirit Hall's self-proclaimed Golden Generation, each with their chests out, heads held high, and eyes filled with arrogance.

"Hello, my name is Rufeng." The leader had what he thought was a charming smile on his face.

Unfortunately, paired with his somewhat abstract face, it not only failed to make him look refined, but instead made him seem even more outrageous.

Yue Qingge didn't even lift her eyelids, her gaze passing right past him as she called out to the referee, "Referee, may we begin?"

Ru Feng's smile froze instantly, his fingers clenched tightly, and a vein flashed on his forehead.

"Both teams, please get ready! One, three, two, one, go!"

"Brothers, unleash your martial spirit!" Ru Feng shouted in a low voice.

In an instant, all the martial spirits from the Spirit Hall Academy emerged, radiating light.

They were all three-ring Soul Masters, and their Soul Ring configurations were quite standard. The yellow-yellow-purple configuration was indeed outstanding for their age.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind Yue Qingge, gazing at the dazzling light of the soul ring opposite her, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes.

Yue Qingge noticed and gently patted her shoulder.

"It's nothing. A bunch of people who are almost sixteen or seventeen years old are only in the Third Ring Road. It's quite embarrassing."

He made no attempt to lower his voice; every word reached the ears of Ru Feng and the others with perfect precision.

A hot-tempered boy in red was the first to explode.

"Let me see what makes you so arrogant!"

A phantom of a wild boar engulfed in flames suddenly appeared behind him, and he charged straight at Yue Qingge like a cannonball: First Soul Skill - Fire Boar Charge!

A slight smile curved Yue Qingge's lips. She raised her fingertips and a beam of light shot out, so fast that it left only a fleeting glimpse.

"Bang!"

The boy in red didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying backward and crashed hard into the light screen at the edge of the arena, eliminating him instantly.

Ru Feng stared wide-eyed in disbelief as his teammate was instantly killed.

He didn't even see how Yue Qingge made her move.

Just a ray of light, just a ray of light.

He subconsciously took two steps back, a thin layer of sweat beading on his forehead from nervousness.

Meanwhile, on Yue Qingge's side, Liya had already closed her eyes, and the fluctuations of her mental detection spread out silently.

Instantly, a 3D map of the entire arena appeared in the minds of each teammate, capturing every movement.

Hu Liena gently drew the slender sword from her waist; the blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and gleamed coldly in the lamplight.

She didn't rush to use her soul skill, but instead walked lightly towards the other side, the tip of her sword slightly lowered.

But it was precisely this casualness that sent chills down the spines of the opposing control-type Soul Master.

Where is Yue Qingge?

He walked to the center of the field and pulled out a table from somewhere, setting it up.

Then, as if by magic, he produced a barbecue grill and a plate of neatly arranged pork belly.

After he sat down, he pulled Liya to sit next to him and started a fire to roast the meat.

After a brief pause, the host's voice suddenly rose, carrying soul power throughout the entire arena:

"Look—what is he doing? Yue Qingge is actually barbecuing on the field! She's completely disregarding the Spirit Hall Academy!"

"This behavior isn't very harmful, but it's extremely insulting!"

A burst of laughter erupted from the stands.

On the field, Hu Liena has already faced two opponents.

She didn't even use any soul skills; with just the thin sword in her hand, she overwhelmed the two of them, making it hard for them to breathe.

The sword light flashed like a bolt of lightning, sometimes as nimble as a swallow, sometimes as sharp as lightning.

Each swing of the sword swept past vital points at a tricky angle, forcing the opponent to retreat repeatedly and become flustered.

A faint, ambiguous smile remained at the corner of her mouth.

Those slightly upturned fox-like eyes were faintly visible in the shadow of the black robe's hood, carrying a hint of disdain.