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

"The Grand Arena has raised the odds to an extremely high level in an effort to win back a game, but this time it's biased towards your opponent, so be careful."

"Don't worry," Ye Hua stretched and leaped toward the arena, "I won't spit out the meat I've already eaten."

On the arena, Lei Yan was already fully prepared.

He was a short, stocky middle-aged man with dark yellow rock armor covering his arms, and four spirit rings, two yellow and two purple, slowly rotating beneath his feet.

When Ye Hua went on stage, he grinned, revealing his teeth that were stained yellow from smoking.

"Kid, I know you're something else, but don't think you're so great just because you just killed that piece of trash Tieshan!"

"Your staff isn't even worthy of tickling me in front of the Xuanwu Shield!"

Ye Hua remained unfazed, twirling the Panlong Staff in his hand. His spirit rings lit up, still displaying the "white, yellow, and purple" commoner configuration.

Lei Yan sneered, clapped his hands together, and his third soul ring lit up. Earthy yellow soul power condensed into a thick rock shield in front of him, protecting him completely.

This is his most prized defensive soul skill, the Mystic Rock Barrier, which is difficult even for offensive soul masters below level 45 to break through.

"Come on, kid, let grandpa see what you've got!"

Ye Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, "Fire Dragon's Roar".

The first spirit ring exploded, unleashing a torrent of true dragon flames that slammed into the rock shield.

boom--

The temperature on the arena soared several degrees the instant the flames collided with the rock shield.

Lei Yan's smile froze on his face. He could clearly feel that his Xuan Yan Barrier was collapsing at an incredible speed.

Strong offense against strong defense, domineering against domineering, it all comes down to who has the greater power!

The Xuanwu Shield was clearly ineffective against the Panlong Staff!

Click.

The rock shield shattered.

Before Lei Yan could react, Ye Hua's second strike had already landed.

The Panlong Staff slammed into the ground, unleashing the second soul skill, [Stone Shattering the Sky]. The shockwave spread, causing Lei Yan to lose his balance and his feet to leave the ground.

Immediately following the third strike, "Hitting an Ox Through a Mountain," soul power pierced through space and struck his chest.

boom!

Lei Yan was brutally beaten and sent flying, his internal organs seemingly displaced, before he crashed heavily onto the edge of the ring.

To Ye Hua's surprise, he was able to stand up with difficulty and even adopt a counterattack stance!

Ye Hua shook his head, somewhat disappointed. "It seems my combo attack won't be enough to instantly kill a Soul Master for now."

At this moment, Lei Yan roared and charged forward, his body surging with earthy yellow soul power. He clearly wanted to seize the opportunity when Ye Hua had just finished his combo and his old power was exhausted and new power had not yet been generated, hoping to win in one fell swoop.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably suffer a great loss!

But is Ye Hua no ordinary person?

He flipped over and unleashed a powerful strike, using the Thunder Strike, the most powerful shield-breaking technique in the Nine Heavens Staff Technique.

The moment the two collided, the soul power on Lei Yan's body was shattered, sending him flying and crashing off the stage.

The level 47 defensive Soul Master couldn't even last two rounds before crashing to the ground, limbs outstretched, foaming at the mouth and unconscious.

The audience fell silent again, then erupted in uproar.

"Damn it! Give me my money back!"

"There's something fishy going on! There must be something fishy going on!"

"Another instant kill? That's a level 47 Soul Master!"

"Tsk, I thought this guy could withstand the [Winning Streak Killer's] domineering offensive, but he couldn't even last half a quarter of an hour!"

"Winning streak terminator! This guy must have come specifically to end winning streaks!"

Ignoring the commotion from the audience, Ye Hua calmly put away his stick and stepped off the stage amidst the astonished gaze of the referee.

Back in the waiting area, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing had been waiting for a long time. Worried about Ye Hua, Xiao Wu rushed over and looked him over from left to right. She only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Ye Hua was not injured.

"Brother, are you tired? If you are, you can lie down on my lap and rest for a while."

“Okay!” Ye Hua naturally didn’t stand on ceremony and lay down on Xiao Wu’s lap without hesitation.

Zhu Zhuqing used a towel to wipe the sweat from his forehead, which made all the other potential Soul Masters green with envy.

Damn it, this guy isn't just here to fry fish, he's also here to show off his love. Is there no law?

A moment later, Ye Hua caught sight of Ning Rongrong running over with the betting slip, smiled and nodded, "How was the haul?"

Ning Rongrong slammed the betting slip on the chair. "I've made a killing again! This snowballing money-making is just so satisfying!"

"You wouldn't believe it, the initial fifty gold soul coins have now increased a hundredfold, and are now worth around five thousand!"

"Even our family's medium-sized business only brings in this much income per week!"

"It's just basic stuff," Ye Hua turned her head and noticed that Oscar wasn't behind her. "Where's Oscar?"

Ning Rongrong didn't take it seriously. "Him? He also bet on you to win, and he's gone to cash out his winnings now!"

"However, we won too many Gold Soul Coins, so we can only exchange them all after tonight's Soul Battle is over!"

“Okay,” Ye Hua didn’t insist, but stood up. “Let’s go play two against two.”

"Xiao Wu and Zhu Qing are on one team, and I'll team up with Rong Rong and Xiao Ao respectively. That's it!"

However, while some were happy, others were sad. Ye Hua made a fortune, but the Great Soul Arena was completely uneasy.

The referee, trembling, stood in the supervisor's office, facing a scene of utter carnage.

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to arrange some strong opponents to end his winning streak?"

"The gamblers outside are all making a scene, saying that our Grand Arena is rigged and cheating them out of their money!"

"If this continues, who will come to watch the game?"

The referee's eyelids twitched violently. "Manager Yang, it's really not our fault. We've done our best. We can't possibly send a Soul King onto the stage, can we?"

"Arrange it then!" Manager Yang slammed his hand on the table and stood up. "As long as we can end his winning streak!"

"What if he wins?" the referee blurted out. "Wouldn't that further prove we've rigged the game?"

"If he loses, it will damage his reputation to use a Soul King to bully a Soul Venerable!"

Manager Yang rolled his eyes. "Then let's do it in a two-on-two match. His teammates can't be that strong either, can they?"

"Don't mess with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School disciples, and we can't afford to offend Sect Master Ning. Let's target him and the Soul Master with the Sausage Martial Soul in a team!"

The referee dared not argue and quickly slipped away with the order, afraid of being stopped and scolded again.

But just as he was rushing to the lottery draw, passing a corner, a shadow suddenly rushed out!

puff!

A sharp knife pierced his throat!

"you......"

The referee was incredulous, never expecting anyone to dare to act recklessly in the Great Soul Arena, completely unprepared.

Before they could even cry for help, their trachea was severed and their lungs were punctured, leaving them only able to make weak hoarse sounds.

Pfft!

The body fell to the ground!

The shadows dragged him to a corner and, without a word, stripped him of his clothes.

After a while, the "referee" emerged from the corner, and after making sure no one had noticed, walked towards the drawing area...

Chapter 49 Scheming against Ning Rongrong? Has he gone mad?

"Your Honor, I...do we really have to do this?"

"Nonsense! We do what the supervisor says, unless you want your salary docked!"

"No, no, no! I'll do as you say!"

The referee, having received assurances, nodded in satisfaction, but seemed somewhat unwilling. "By the way, is there only one such Soul Master team?"

The person in charge of the draw agreed, "Yes, at least in a two-on-two situation, only this team meets your requirements."

"Tsk, what a pity!" The referee licked his lips and quietly left the draw area.

......

Two-on-two battle of spirit, the ninth round.

Ye Hua stood beside Ning Rongrong, his gaze sweeping over the two figures opposite the arena.

One was tall and thin, the other was short and stout.

The tall, thin man had a sallow complexion, sunken eyes, and two yellow and three purple soul rings spinning beneath his feet, indicating that he was actually level 51!

He was short and fat, with a face full of fat and only had two yellow and two purple soul rings, but his aura was close to that of a Soul King, so he should be level 49.