บท 45: Chapter 45: A New Perspective on Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing
"Please, Iron Spirit No. 9527, report to the first battle arena. The match will begin shortly, so please prepare for the start of the competition."
Soon, the announcer's voice echoed through the hall, calling out Mu Chen's number.
"Boss Mu, I don't understand. Why do we need to register for the match with numbers?" Oscar asked, puzzled.
"To prepare for the Continental Elite Spirit Master Tournament in the future. Here, put on this mask," Mu Chen said, pulling out a mask he had purchased at a street stall and tossing it in front of the Shrek Seven Devils.
"The Continental Elite Spirit Master Tournament?" Oscar repeated, intrigued.
"Yes. Remember, during the matches, try not to speak to avoid revealing our identities. We need to keep our ages hidden from those with ulterior motives," Mu Chen cautioned.
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
The Shrek Seven Devils, including Dai Mubai, nodded in agreement. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, in particular, were surprised at Mu Chen's attention to detail. They had always thought of him as a little mischievous, but they hadn't realized he had such thoughtful insights beyond his combat skills.
"Please, Iron Spirit No. 9527, report to the first battle arena. The match will begin shortly."
The announcer's voice urged again from the broadcast.
"Brother Mu Chen, are you really heading to the death arena?" Xiao Wu asked with concern.
"Yeah." Mu Chen flicked Xiao Wu's forehead playfully. "Come on, can't you have a little faith in me?"
"Ouch!" Xiao Wu winced, rubbing her sore forehead.
"Alright, I'm off to the first battle arena," Mu Chen said lightly.
When Mu Chen arrived at the first battle arena, it was already a dazzling spectacle.
"Ladies and gentlemen, how are you doing?"
On a high platform stood a stylishly dressed young man holding a microphone, energetically hosting the event. As his voice echoed, the lights danced around, and electronic fireworks burst, creating an electrifying atmosphere among the spectators.
"For the first one-on-one death match, please welcome combatant No. 9527, with the martial spirit of the sword!"
As the announcer finished speaking, Mu Chen slowly walked out from the passage.
"Facing him is the combatant Daitie Niu, with the martial spirit of the Iron-Horned Bull."
As the announcer wrapped up, a burly man exuding a fierce aura walked out from the opposite passage.
"Wearing a mask?"
Daitie Niu raised an eyebrow, sneering. "Are you ashamed to show your face? Take off that mask! I want to remember your face; it'll get me in the mood to kill!"
"Sorry, but you don't have the qualification to see my true face!" Mu Chen replied calmly.
"Kid?"
"He's just a kid?"
"No way, did he sign up for the wrong match? This is the death arena!"
The crowd was taken aback, as was Daitie Niu. His opponent was just a child.
Then, an unusual fiery light flickered in Daitie Niu's eyes. Excited, he cracked his knuckles, saying, "Well, I didn't expect to get to kill a little kid today. I haven't killed a child in ages. The sound of their bones breaking is so sweet!"
"Are you ready? I declare the match to begin."
*Boom!*
Daitie Niu didn't dare underestimate Mu Chen. Three soul rings—white, yellow, yellow—glowed beneath his feet, and a ghostly figure of a bull-man formed behind him.
**First Soul Skill: Bull Charge**
"It's over!" Xiao Wu exclaimed from the audience, smiling.
**Eight Extremes Collapse**
*Boom!*
Without dodging, Mu Chen threw a punch. Two waves of hidden force erupted, sending Daitie Niu flying back ten meters before he crashed to the ground, unmoving, leaving everyone unsure if he was alive or dead.
"Looks like you really don't qualify to see my true face!" Mu Chen said coolly.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0."
"The first death match ends with a victory for No. 9527. Record: 1 win, 0 losses!"
The Great Spirit Arena wasn't a killing field.
In the death arena, it wasn't necessary for one side to die. If one side didn't surrender, the other could continue attacking. Even if someone accidentally killed their opponent or intended to do so, they wouldn't face legal repercussions.
"What the hell!"
"No way?"
"One strike, and he took down that big guy!"
The surrounding audience gasped in disbelief.
**Soul Power +231**
Perhaps due to the ordinary status of the audience or their lack of experience, Mu Chen only gained 231 points of soul power from their astonishment.
"Respected warrior, please proceed to register your points. The next match will be the second death match. Please welcome the Chaos Demon King and the Fiery King to the arena, prepare for combat!"
Mu Chen complied and stepped off the stage. After a quick registration, he found the Shrek Seven Devils waiting for him in the hall.
"Brother Mu Chen, congratulations!" Xiao Wu ran to Mu Chen and celebrated.
"Yeah." Mu Chen reached out and affectionately ruffled Xiao Wu's hair.
Meanwhile, Oscar and Ning Rongrong were both excited. The soul skill Mu Chen had just used was one they would master in the future. Once their physical strength was sufficient, they too would possess the same combat prowess as Mu Chen.
"Please, Iron Spirit No. 3, report to the fifteenth battle arena. The match will begin shortly."
"Please, Iron Spirit No. 4, report to the fifteenth battle arena. The match will begin shortly."
Before long, the announcer's voice echoed again.
"It's your turn, Little San, Zhuqing," Mu Chen said lightly.
Number three was Tang San, and number four was naturally Zhu Zhuqing.
"Okay."
Tang San nodded and glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who had already turned to leave. Dai Mubai, however, stopped Tang San.
"Dai San, take it easy on her," he advised.
Dai Mubai believed that Zhu Zhuqing, being a sensitive attacker, would be at a disadvantage against control-type Tang San, making her defeat inevitable.
"Okay." Tang San smiled and put on his mask as he walked onto the stage.
As expected, the battle unfolded as Dai Mubai had anticipated. Against Tang San's control abilities, Zhu Zhuqing was ultimately defeated. Utilizing his Blue Silver Grass martial spirit, Tang San ensnared Zhu Zhuqing with the Blue Silver Prison, rendering her unable to move. Zhu Zhuqing had no choice but to concede.
Thanks to Dai Mubai's warning, Tang San refrained from employing toxic spikes, so Zhu Zhuqing only experienced slight paralysis.
Zhu Zhuqing looked at Tang San, feeling an unwillingness to accept her defeat as she slowly exited the stage.
"As a sensitive attacker, you should remain hidden in the shadows. Assassination, reconnaissance, and ambush are your strengths. If the terrain were more complex, Tang San would never have beaten you so easily!"
Dai Mubai comforted Zhu Zhuqing as she passed by. However, Zhu Zhuqing, with her cold demeanor, ignored his words completely and walked past him without stopping.
"Dai Mubai, that's not quite right. A loss is a loss. In battle, if you encounter a control-type spirit master who ambushes you, do you really expect to say, 'Hold on, let me find a more complex terrain before we fight?'" Mu Chen appeared at the end of the passage, mocking Dai Mubai.
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