Douluo V: Taking advantage of Xiao Wu's naivety, I tricked her into becoming my wife.

The latter was barely honest, but also had a lot of bad intentions. He had wanted to do this for a long time, but no one was willing to cooperate.

Now everything is ready, we just need the right opportunity!

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing looked at each other, but they also agreed to the task.

Ye Hua handed over all his wealth to the two of them, saying, "It's settled then!"

"Leave this to Xiao Ao and Rongrong, let's go play the match!"

A moment later, the seventh round of the one-on-one battle began.

The waiting area was crowded with Soul Masters waiting to go on stage. Ye Hua sat on a bench in the corner, slowly wiping the Panlong Staff across his lap with a soft cloth.

His opponent was a bald, muscular man who had won three consecutive matches. His martial soul was the Earth-Splitting Bull, and he was a level 39 Power Attack-type Battle Soul Master, just one step away from entering the Soul Sect.

At this moment, the burly man was standing in the center of the field, arms crossed, enjoying the cheers of the audience.

If he can secure his fourth consecutive victory tonight, he will be promoted to the bronze Soul Badge of the Soto Grand Arena, a rare honor for a rookie.

"The fourth match!"

"The fourth match!"

"The fourth match!"

The cheers from the audience rose and fell.

The burly man grinned, waved to the audience, then turned to look at the waiting area, his gaze fixed on Ye Hua, who was wiping his stick.

"That's it?" The burly man couldn't help but sneer, waving at the referee beside him, "Thanks for matching me with this kind of trash, fulfilling my bronze-level fighting spirit!"

"He was so tender and delicate, his fur hadn't even fully grown yet. My Earth-Splitting Bull headbutted him, and he couldn't even hold onto the stick properly. Do you believe me?"

The referee rolled his eyes expressionlessly. "Matching is purely random, don't talk nonsense."

Over at the betting window, the odds had already soared to an astonishing 1 to 12.

"Tsk tsk tsk, isn't this just free money?!" The old gambler slammed his newly received wages onto the counter. "Bet on the Bull! Guaranteed to win!"

"Exactly! That kid's supposedly a newcomer, and he's going to face the Bull who's won three straight games in his first match. Isn't that just feeding him to the enemy?"

"Last time, the Savage Bull sent the opposing Soul Master flying more than ten meters away with a single headbutt. I'll eat my hat if this kid can even withstand one!"

The onlookers were buzzing with discussion, but Ye Hua didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to slowly wipe his stick.

"Brother," Xiao Wu ran to his side and gently kicked his shin with her toe, "one to twelve odds, don't crash and burn."

"A car crash?" Ye Hua finally looked up and smiled at Xiao Wu. "That's perfect, then you can support me."

Xiao Wu pouted and turned her head away, "Who wants to support you! Unless you're willing to eat carrots with me every day!"

Zhu Zhuqing sat on the other side, a slight smile playing on her lips as she watched the two being affectionate.

"Next game!"

"Ye Hua, with the Martial Soul of the Panlong Staff, is a Level 38 Power Attack-type Battle Soul Master, facing Tie Shan, whose Martial Soul is the Earth-Splitting Wild Bull, is a Level 39 Power Attack-type Battle Soul Master!"

"Contestants, enter the arena!"

The referee's voice was broadcast throughout the stadium via loudspeaker.

Tieshan was the first to jump onto the ring, and the ground trembled slightly when he landed.

He clashed his fists together, producing a dull cracking sound as two yellow and one purple spirit rings rose from his feet. As the light swirled, his muscles visibly swelled.

"Come on up, kid, I'll give you three moves!" Tieshan laughed wildly, "so people won't say I'm bullying a newbie!"

Ye Hua leaped onto the stage, his dragon staff twirling slightly in his hand, the end of the staff touching the ground as his soul ring was released.

White, yellow, and purple.

Standard configuration for ordinary people.

Although it's not bad, it's utterly weak compared to Tieshan's two yellows and one purple.

Ye Hua silently activated [Thousand Faces] and assumed a starting stance.

"Hahaha!" Tie Shan's laughter grew even more unrestrained, and the audience erupted in laughter as well. "A ten-year spirit ring? Is this supposed to be a joke?!"

The referee shook his head, and the flag was lowered.

"Earth-shattering Sky-piercing Cannon!"

Tieshan, being a veteran with three consecutive wins, took the initiative.

With both feet stomping on the ground, the arena tiles cracked inch by inch, and the illusory image of the bull charged towards Ye Hua.

No matter what color the opponent's spirit ring is, just knock them away first!

Then Ye Hua simply moved the Panlong Staff forward a little.

Third Soul Skill: Hitting an Ox Through a Mountain!

The soul power pierced through space, striking Tieshan's chest precisely from a distance of seven or eight meters, inflicting three times the true damage.

"Ugh—" Tieshan's momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells, and his mouth was agape in an exaggerated circle.

boom!

Tieshan was blasted away, crashing heavily into the protective netting of the ring, then bounced back to the ground, limbs outstretched, foaming at the mouth, and motionless.

One-hit kill!

The referee's flag froze in mid-air for two seconds before he slammed it down, shouting, "The winner is Ye Hua!"

The room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in chaos.

"Instantly? In less than three seconds?"

"Tie Shan is a veteran who has won three consecutive matches! Level 39! How is this possible!"

"How did he just attack? I didn't even see it! The stick didn't even touch anyone!"

"Holy crap! It's a conspiracy! It must be a conspiracy! I need to get him checked!"

Next, Ye Hua practically dominated the Soul Arena, winning all ten of his battles! And each time he faced a Soul Master with a winning streak!

Gradually, Ye Hua's reputation as the "Winning Streak Killer" spread, and everyone knew that a newcomer had arrived at the Great Soul Arena, and no one could defeat him.

After fighting enough matches, Ye Hua finally relinquished his Dragon Staff and stepped off the stage amidst the curses and gasps of the gamblers.

As soon as they reached the entrance to the waiting area, Xiao Wu came up to them, waving two betting slips in her hand, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with a smile.

"Brother, Rongrong and Xiao Ao placed their bets as you instructed, with odds of 1 to 12. They bet all 50 gold soul coins on you to win, and after deducting the handling fee, they'll make a net profit of 580 coins!"

"Five hundred and eighty! That's enough to buy so many carrots!"

"Look at your pathetic self," Ye Hua chuckled, taking the betting slip and glancing at it before casually stuffing it into his jade bracelet. "There's more to come, what about Zhu Qing?"

"Sister Zhuqing has already taken the stage." Xiao Wu gestured towards the other side of the arena.

Ye Hua turned his head and saw Zhu Zhuqing flipping down from the arena with clean and swift movements.

Her opponent was a level 28 Great Soul Master. Under her level 29 speed crushing him, he didn't even get a touch on the hem of her clothes before being sent off the stage by a Netherworld Thrust.

As the referee brought down the flag, Zhu Zhuqing calmly gathered her loose hair and walked over. "I won."

"That was a beautiful win. All that training went well," Ye Hua nodded to her, then patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder. "Go on, it's up to you now."

Xiao Wu suppressed a laugh, "Brother, are you still going to keep playing? The gamblers outside want to tear you to pieces!"

Ye Hua, however, didn't care at all. "Why not? It would be a waste to let such a great opportunity slip by."

Just as he was telling Xiao Wu to be careful and stepped back onto the stage, Ning Rongrong grabbed Oscar and jogged towards him.

"Teacher Ye, we can't afford to play in the Grand Soul Arena, so we're resorting to dirty tricks!"

Chapter 48 Only the weak resort to underhanded tricks; the strong only care about their fists.

Ye Hua raised an eyebrow slightly. "What's going on?"

“Those…those guys,” Ning Rongrong gasped, “they actually matched you with an opponent at the Soul Master level!”

"And he's a level 47 defensive Soul Master, already won 23 consecutive matches, just one win away from advancing to Silver Soul Master!"

"Oh," Ye Hua smiled instead of getting angry, and even showed some interest on his face, "That would be perfect."

Oscar was being dragged along, panting heavily, and his face was full of disbelief when he heard this.

"Teacher Ye, don't be confused! That's a level 47 Soul Master!"

"Although your spirit rings are unprecedented, this is still a leap of a level!"

Ye Hua shrugged. "It's more interesting to fight across levels. Our Shrek Academy has monster students, so it should also have monster teachers. Fighting across levels is just the right way for me to experience the thrill of combat."

Seeing that Ye Hua didn't seem to care, Oscar and Ning Rongrong looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Actually, wasn't my disguise of the spirit ring also a way to trick them?"

"Alright, stop thinking so much. Only the weak resort to dirty tricks; the strong only care about their fists."

"Since they've assigned me a Soul Master opponent, why not just beat him off the stage?"

Knowing they couldn't dissuade Ye Hua, the two could only offer helpless smiles. "Shall we go place your bets first?"