Douluo V: Starting with daily check-ins, I'm trying to trick Xiao Wu into becoming my wife.

Knowing Ao Yin's strength, Ning Rongrong naturally wouldn't miss such a good opportunity to make money, and immediately placed a bet.

Zhu Zhuqing crossed her arms and said coolly, "I'll place a bet too."

She went straight to the betting area and placed a large sum of gold soul coins, betting all of them on Ao Yin to win, just like Ning Rongrong. Ma Hongjun and Tang San followed suit.

Ao Yin touched his nose and couldn't help but chuckle.

Good guy.

Everyone bet on him to win; these friends are treating him like their personal cash cow in the arena.

But he didn't care at all.

He never thought of losing when he stepped onto this stage today.

Ao Yin looked up at the brightly lit central arena, his eyes surging with fighting spirit. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the people around him.

"I have only one goal!"

"From this day forward, I, Ao Yin, will forge my own undefeated legend in the Soto Grand Arena."

Dai Mubai opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Undefeated...a myth.

The four words sound light and airy, but their weight is frighteningly heavy.

The Soto Grand Arena has been open for so many years, with countless Soul Masters coming and going, and many powerful figures emerging, but no one has ever remained undefeated.

Here, as your winning streak accumulates, the opponents you are matched with will become stronger and stronger. Fighting against opponents of higher levels is common. Who dares to claim that they are invincible?

If Ao Yin can remain undefeated, that would truly be creating a...legend!

But is that even possible?

Looking at Ao Yin's calm and composed profile, Dai Mubai swallowed back the doubt that was on the tip of his tongue.

Ning Rongrong was the first to look up, her bright, clear eyes gazing at Ao Yin with utmost seriousness.

"I believe in Brother Ao."

After placing her bet, Zhu Zhuqing walked back to the stands and paused briefly for two seconds beside Ao Yin.

Usually cold and aloof, he spoke up now: "My intuition won't be wrong!"

Ao Yin turned his head slightly to look at Zhu Zhuqing and said with a faint smile, "Don't worry, thank you for your trust. Because of this trust, if you encounter any danger in the future, I will protect your back."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong bit her lip lightly and murmured, "Actually, Rongrong's back can also be entrusted to Brother Ao!"

Ok?

Ao Yin felt something was off, so he laughed and waved his hand.

"Alright, my undefeated legend is about to begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped forward and walked along the passageway on the side of the audience seats towards the entrance to the arena for the contestants.

Zhu Zhuqing stared at Ao Yin's receding figure, her cool eyes darkening slightly. She muttered to herself, "Heh, his back? I hope you're not like some of those stinky men... all talk and no action!"

...

At the same time, the host's loud and passionate announcement rang out in the Soul Arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen! The next match is the fifty-seventh individual battle!"

"The player representing us in this match is... Long! Ao! Tian!"

Long Aotian?

The name itself sounds arrogant!

Many viewers were making jokes.

The host continued, "My goodness, this contestant, Long Aotian, like the 'Soft Bone Charming Rabbit' who performed impressively in the last round, is a rookie, but his soul power level is... level 40!"

hum-

A level 40 peak Soul Master, just one step away from breaking through to Soul Sect!

Is this a new player?

"That's right, now let's see who Long Aotian's first opponent will be..."

"Hiss! His opponent is a genuine level 42, four-ring Soul Master—Luo Feng!"

"A two-level gap, a peak Soul Master versus a Soul Grandmaster—will this match be a one-sided crushing defeat, or a stunning debut? Let's...wait and see!"

The host became more and more excited as he spoke.

The spotlight suddenly shifted, shining directly on the exit of the contestants' tunnel.

A young figure slowly walked out.

He wore a polished gold mask that covered most of his face, revealing only his sharp jawline and a section of his fair and delicate neck, making him look quite young.

boom--

The audience erupted in an uproar, with discussions exploding like a tidal wave.

"My goodness! A hero has emerged from among the young!"

"To have reached the peak of level 40 Soul Master at such a young age, this talent is simply heaven-defying! Could he be a carefully cultivated direct descendant genius from some reclusive great family?"

"He's definitely a newcomer; there's no record of him competing in spirit battles in his file. This is his first arena match!"

"Tsk tsk, wouldn't it be better to just cultivate peacefully within your sect? Why insist on risking your life in the Soul Arena? Here, it doesn't matter what kind of family or sect you belong to; once you step onto the stage, it's all about strength!"

The gamblers whispered among themselves, some optimistic about the genius's comeback, others waiting to see the young man get a severe lesson from the Soul Sect.

In the shadows at the edge of the stands, the eyes of many spies and leaders from various forces and sects lit up, their gazes fixed on Ao Yin, who was wearing a golden mask on the arena.

Many Soul Emperor-level powerhouses quietly rose and gathered at the exit of the arena to wait. Such a top genius who had reached the peak of Soul Venerable at such a young age was someone that all the major sects would fight tooth and nail to recruit.

If we can recruit them back, they will become pillars of the sect in a few decades!

On the arena, Ao Yin slowly raised his eyes, his gaze locking onto Luo Feng, a four-ring Soul Master opposite him.

This opponent was burly and robust, with dark gold, fine scales covering his skin, and a heavy, primal aura emanating from him.

His martial soul is a mutated beast martial soul—the Golden Horned Beast.

A level 42, four-ring Soul Master, relying on the Golden Horned Beast Martial Soul's super strong physical defense and extreme power burst, won a series of victories in the Great Soul Arena and became somewhat famous.

Luo Feng crossed his thick arms and looked Ao Yin, who was wearing a golden mask, up and down. His tone was a mix of well-intentioned advice and condescending disdain.

"Kid, you've cultivated to the peak of level 40 Soul Venerable at such a young age. You can't find many people with this kind of talent in the entire Soto City."

"But there is a very difficult gap in strength between a Soul Venerable and a Soul Master. My Golden Horned Beast Martial Soul is naturally strong in body, and its scales are as solid as a rock. A single Soul Skill attack from it is something that even a peak Soul Venerable like you can't withstand."

"Take my advice and admit defeat and step down."

Luo Feng pondered to himself, "The other party looks like a member of a powerful family. If I accidentally hurt him too badly, his family or sect elders might come after me for revenge, and the trouble will be endless."

It would be best to persuade them to leave; it's better to avoid trouble.

But Ao Yin wasn't buying it at all.

Admit defeat?

Ao Yin gripped the thick, black dragon-patterned staff behind him with one hand, slowly raising the staff horizontally, its tip pointing towards Luo Feng opposite him!

An arrogant and domineering aura emanated from him, as if he were the one in a superior position.

"Hahaha, if you can catch one of my sticks, I'll admit defeat!"

hum!

Luo Feng immediately understood. As expected, he was a cowardly junior who was afraid of death. He had only given him a way out, and he had taken the opportunity to climb down.

As a dignified fourth-ring Soul Master, it would be a huge joke if I couldn't even withstand a casual blow from a Soul Venerable.

However, this is also good. He can make the other party admit defeat with just one blow, which can avoid provoking a big family or sect and save him a lot of trouble later. He is happy to see this.

"Fine! You said it yourself!"

Luo Feng stomped his feet hard on the bluestone floor of the arena.

With a muffled thud, the entire hard bluestone slab trembled slightly, and cracks quietly spread along the soles of his feet.

Rings of light slowly rose around his body, two yellow and two purple soul rings lit up in turn, and the four soul rings were neatly coiled around his body. The violent and powerful soul power surged wildly like a tide.

Luo Feng roared, "Golden Horned Beast, possess me!"