Chapter 47: Grand Battle Soul Arena, the Name of the Black Robe

Mu Bai was explaining the situation of the Grand Battle Soul Arena in a hoarse, muffled tone.

Xiao Xian, Oscar and Ma Hongjun had already put on their Black Robes and masks.

The three stood aside, silent, with a cold, solemn, murderous look, completely different from how they were in the academy, even Oscar was like that.

But the more Tang San listened, the more confused he became.

Soul Master—this noble profession in his impression, would actually fight like monkeys, putting on a battle show for ordinary people? And even charge admission?

In his previous life, the experts of the Tang Sect were all very proud.

If anyone tried to make them into monkeys and dared to speak up, a hidden weapon would be sent their way instantly.

Xiao Wu was also a little puzzled.

Ning Rongrong showed no obvious puzzled expression, but her complexion turned rather poor.

Obviously, she knew what the Grand Battle Soul Arena was.

Mu Bai paid no attention to how the others' expressions changed, and continued his explanation on his own.

Among them were the levels of the Battle Soul Badge, how to earn Battle Soul points, and most importantly, the Gold Soul Coins awarded after victory.

"Alright, it's about time, let's go," Fulangde said blandly, turning toward Suotuo City.

All eight had donned their Black Robes and followed Fulangde through the city gate.

At night Suotuo City seemed even more bustling than during the day, vendors of all sizes shouting to sell.

Tang San and Xiao Wu had lived in Suotuo City for two days, but hadn't gone out at night.

Especially Xiao Wu, who seemed especially eager, but with Fulangde having something to say first, she dared not move or make a sound, only wearing her Black Robe and following them forward, her eyes darting around.

Soon, Fulangde stopped the group in front of a magnificent building.

Tang San hadn't had time to gasp.

On the roadside, the Soul Masters coming and going glanced at them, their gazes all changing a bit.

"It's the Black Robe...!"

"The Black Robe is here again!"

"Their numbers have increased!"

"Where's Number One, which one is Number One?!"

"Number Two! Which one is Number Two!"

"Bullshit! Number Four is the strongest! That flame, isn't it cool!"

The nearby crowd became noisy, all somewhat excited.

Many residents who had only been passing by, not intending to enter the Grand Battle Soul Arena, also dug into their pockets and turned a corner.

Tang San, Xiao Wu and the others were a bit surprised and puzzled.

Black Robe...!

Aren't those the code names of the senior brothers!

But Fulangde's expression didn't change at all, and he led the eight inside on his own.

Xiao Xian and the others also remained silent.

"Number Three, register them."

"Got it!" Mu Bai, still in that hoarse tone that made his voice hard to discern, waved at the four of them, "Follow me."

Soon, the four underwent a soul power test, each producing ten Gold Soul Coins, thus completing registration.

Tang San is Black Robe No. 5, Xiao Wu is Black Robe No. 6, Zhu Zhuqing is Black Robe No. 7, Ning Rongrong is Black Robe No. 8.

When Ning Rongrong received the Battle Soul Badge, her complexion truly turned completely pale.

No way?

Shrek Academy, really, making a Support Type Soul Master like her join a Soul Battle?!

When she heard tonight's program was the Grand Battle Soul Arena, she realized she had come in vain, thinking she was just there to fill a number.

She didn't expect... she was actually registered?!

Fortunately.

Fulangde glanced at her, saying lightly, "Number Eight, Number Two, you don't need to register, just follow me."

Hearing that, Ning Rongrong finally breathed a sigh of relief, quickly standing behind Fulangde together with Oscar.

Then Fulangde dropped a calm line, "Number One, Number Three, they're handed over to you," and as he spoke, he turned and walked deeper into the Soul Battle Arena.

Xiao Xian and Mu Bai nodded, also in that hoarse tone, "Understood."

"..."

Xiao Xian and Mu Bai, leading them, completed the Soul Battle registration, then went together to the ninth Sub Battle Soul Arena in the gambling district.

The difference was that Xiao Xian hadn't registered.

His Battle Soul Badge had long been promoted to Silver Soul Battle; if he registered, he'd only be assigned to the Main Battle Soul Arena.

Oscar was the same; under Xiao Xian's frantic fake matches, his badge also became a Silver Soul Battle.

The reputations of Black Robe No. 1, No. 2, and even No. 4 were almost all earned by Xiao Xian alone.

For the current Xiao Xian, the Soul Battle no longer held much benefit.

It was far inferior to training together with Xiao Jue.

It was just the first class of the term; he needed to save face for the Dean, not attending would be bad, just like when he was at Nording Academy.

Moreover, Tang San, Oscar and the others should soon break through to Level 30, and head straight to the Star Dou Great Forest.

At this point, it's best to be more sociable.

After all this is over.

He won't have to accompany Tang San and the others any longer, wasting time for no reason.

The six entered the rest area, waiting to go on stage.

The other Soul Masters waiting for their turn saw them, their expressions immediately stiffened, their faces not looking good, "Black Robe… the Black Robe that disappeared for a month or two…"

But many Soul Masters also got excited, some itching to act, even subconsciously whispering to discuss:

"Do you know? I heard that inside the Black Robe there is a competition mechanism; whoever is strongest becomes Heibao Yihau…!"

"My friend at the Soul Battle arena said Black Robe No. 2 is just a Food Type, yet a Great Soul Master, and can suppress Black Robe No. 3, who is already a Soul Elder! So he is indeed No. 2!"

"No. 4 isn't weak either, but seems to have a split‑soul condition, strong at times, weak at times. When strong, the hand's flame is divine; when weak, it only spits fire, so it can only be placed fourth!"

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, under their masks, couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths sharply.

It's been a while since they came; where did all these rumors come from?!

We can't beat Oscar?!

It's just that he registered earlier with Xiao Xian!

But Dai Mubai stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

Who's strongest becomes No. 1… that idea isn't bad at all!

He is Dai Laoda, how could he be placed third?

Tang San and Xiao Wu, though a bit confused, listened with great interest; Oscar actually has this side? Suppressing Dai Laoda to fight? Doesn't seem like it!

Soon, the name Black Robe No. 6 was called, which is Xiao Wu.

When she followed the staff into the arena passage, Xiao Xian waved his hand, leading the remaining few to the Spectator Area for competing Soul Masters.

Xiao Xian hadn't signed up, so he shouldn't have been here.

But he is a Silver Soul Battle, known as Heibao Yihau, and has a small reputation throughout the Suo Tuo Great Soul Battle Arena; the staff, being his fans, easily let him in.

"……"

Xiao Wu's first time standing on the arena wasn't very nervous; instead she was a bit curious.

Her opponent was a Great Soul Master whose martial soul was a leopard, with two soul rings both white.

Xiao Wu, following Fulangde's instruction, said nothing, silently staring at the opposite side.

But she didn't expect.

The opponent actually jumped off the platform directly, conceding defeat.

Xiao Wu on the arena was instantly a bit stunned.

Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing on the Spectator Area were also a bit puzzled.

Ma Hongjun lowered his voice, sneering, "That's normal; not everyone has the guts to strike at this Black Robe."

The audience in the Audience Seats were very dissatisfied, shouting curses, and the host's face broke into sweat.

Next, Zhu Zhuqing's and Ma Hongjun's opponents were the same.

Seeing this Black Robe, they simply and cleanly surrendered.

The audience in the Audience Seats grew even more restless.

Until it was Tang San's turn, his opponent hesitated, finally chose to strike, and was barely knocked off the arena by Tang San's Suction Palm combined with Blowing Fire Palm.

Even though he fought, the audience in the Audience Seats seemed even more dissatisfied, crazily hissing at Tang San.

Tang San felt a bit embarrassed, not knowing what had happened.

After the round, it was Dai Mubai's turn.

When the two passed each other, Dai Mubai patted Tang San's shoulder, and a faint voice softly sounded, "Wear the Black Robe, and the match can't be fought like this."

"We're not just fighting to win."

After Dai Mubai entered the arena.

His opponent was clearly excited, disdainfully dropping a line: "Just No. 3."

Compared with Heibao Yihau, Black Robe No. 2, No. 4.

No. 3, the only Soul Elder, is actually quite ordinary.

His martial soul summoned a rhinoceros, with three yellow soul rings floating on its body, striking without hesitation!

Dai Mubai, hearing that, his gaze turned icy, his foot slammed the ground! He charged forward!

Boom—!

On the arena, two massive figures, without any technique, shot out like cannonballs, crashing into each other hard!

Seeing this familiar scene.

The Audience Seats were silent for a moment, Boom—! Then erupted with heated roars of venting!

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