Douluo Jueshi: I Don't Want to Be an Evil Soul Master

He Caitou took a step forward with some confusion, but when he turned the corner of the stairs, he was also stunned.

Chapter 208 Underground Arena

The underground space was much wider than Huo Yuhao and the others had expected. The huge arena was surrounded by circles of seats for spectators from low to high.

However, no one was sitting in their seats at this time. Instead, they leaned forward and leaned on the railings in front of their seats, as if they wanted to see more details on the ring.

Women dressed coolly walked in the aisles, delivering various snacks and showing off their unique charm as they walked.

On the ring, two soul masters were fighting fiercely, their soul rings shining, their soul skills intertwined, and there was no sign of sparring between them, as they were using lethal moves that were meant to kill each other.

The surrounding ground was covered with mottled dark brown marks. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that they were layers of dried blood. Although they were out of tune with the clean audience seats around them, no one disliked them, as if they were a medal belonging to this arena.

Cheers and applause rang out one after another. When everyone was having fun, someone would throw a handful of gold soul coins onto the ring. The "ding-dong" sound, accompanied by the heavy breathing of the soul masters on the ring, further ignited the enthusiasm of the people around them.

Blood, violence, desire... these fill the entire underground arena, constantly stimulating the most primitive impulses of all the audience.

"Junior Brother..." He Caitou looked at the scene before him and for a moment forgot about Huo Yuhao's previous arrangements. "The Sun-Moon Empire was definitely not like this."

Huo Yuhao also came back to his senses and gently pulled He Caitou, "Fourth Brother, let's go inside first."

"How about it, Lao Ba, this should be your first time here, right?"

The second floor of the auditorium is more luxuriously decorated than the floor below, and even has private rooms to conceal the identities of the audience in them.

In one of the private rooms, Nangong Wan and Lin Xiao sat facing each other. Nangong Wan raised his hand and pointed at the arena below, proudly introducing his industry to Lin Xiao.

"Humans can never escape their own nature. Whether it's violence like this, impulses towards the opposite sex, or even negative emotions like fear and terror, these are our most primitive and inescapable qualities."

"Especially in a place like Mingdu, as the capital of the Sun-Moon Empire, there are all kinds of rules. Similarly, more and more people will come here to vent their anger."

"That's why I have such a constant stream of customers. Don't underestimate this small arena. This is the path I've been pondering for a long time."

Lin Xiao followed Nangong Wan's hand and looked at the arena below, then scanned the audience seats on the first floor.

Some of the people there were ordinary people, some were soul masters or soul instructors, some were naked, and some wore masks, but this did not affect Lin Xiao's guess at what expression was under the mask.

"My second brother is showing off his property again."

The third elder suddenly pushed the door open and walked in from outside the box.

"Third Elder." Lin Xiao turned around.

"Hey..." The Third Elder waved his hand, "Now that you are the Eighth Elder of the sect, there is no need for us to be so formal. Just call me Third Brother."

"That's right. The leader assigned you other tasks before, so we didn't keep you. This time we came to you to talk to you about this matter. We are both elders in charge of important matters, so we should call each other brothers."

"Okay, second brother, third brother." Lin Xiao didn't dwell too much on the title. It was just a title. He had called Nightmare Douluo his teacher for several years, but in the end, he still...

"Hahaha." Nangong Wan laughed loudly, "That's right, Lao Ba, it's just right that you're here today, so I specially arranged a high-quality match."

Nangong Wan raised his head slightly as he spoke. Seeing this, the Third Elder also smiled and said, "I have already arranged it."

"Yeah." Nangong Wan felt relieved and leaned against the back of the chair. He raised his hand slightly, and a soft body slipped into his arms.

"Before we talk about the Soul Instructor Competition, please let Lao Ba watch a match first." Nangong Wan's hands kept rubbing and his eyes turned towards the direction of the arena.

As a stream of blood splashed on the ring and landed on the surroundings, the match on the ring finally came to a winner. Amid the shouts of the crowd, a figure limped onto the ring.

"he is……"

Lin Xiao frowned slightly under his mask.

"Hahaha, it seems that Lao Ba still remembers him." Nangong Wan retracted his gaze, "I wonder if Lao Ba still remembers the matter of welcoming the Saint Girl back. It was he who provided the information."

Lin Xiao quickly recalled that it was the Messenger of Death who had escaped from the Super Douluo.

But how could he appear in the ring?

As if sensing Lin Xiao's confusion, the Third Elder at the side took the initiative to explain, "Humph, he's long since outlived his usefulness. The sect has kept him around until today, remembering that he brought back the Saint."

The Third Elder said this, as if he had thought of something, his eyes turned a little cold, "I didn't expect that he really thought he was such a big shot."

"He's a greedy man who doesn't know his place. Let him make one last contribution to the Holy Church."

"Alright, alright." Nangong Wan waved his hand. "I know you're venting your anger on behalf of your disciple, but at this point, it's best not to let this kind of person affect our mood."

"Hahaha, it's my fault. Fine, let's not talk about it."

Lin Xiao was not affected at all by the Third Elder's words. In the Holy Spirit Church, such things were perfectly normal.

The Soul King in the eyes of outsiders is no different from those scantily clad women here; he is just a plaything for their enjoyment.

Regardless of whether the Death Messenger can win the next game, after providing entertainment for Nangong Wan and the Third Elder, his broken body and soul will not be wasted.

Just as the Messenger of Death stepped onto the stage, there were also two figures staring closely at the people on the stage.

"Why is it him?"

Doubts arose in the minds of Huo Yuhao and He Caitou at the same time.

Huo Yuhao was even more confused. In the morning, the Death Messenger seemed to be going to watch the game, but how come in the blink of an eye, he was the one who stepped onto the stage?

This seemingly simple underground arena, he felt an unusual feeling from inside, as if there was a layer of fog hiding a bigger secret.

Before he could figure it out, the Death Messenger's opponent also stepped onto the ring.

He was a young man who looked a little timid, with a thin figure and visible tension on his face. Amid the shouts around him, even his movements seemed to be trembling.

Death Douluo finally took off his cloak, revealing only half of his body and half of a delicate mechanical structure.

Chapter 209 Infiltration

As soon as the Death Messenger made a move, the aura of his evil soul master spread unstoppably. However, the audience around him only paused for a moment, and then burst into even more enthusiastic applause.

Shouts continued to be heard on the stage, and handfuls of gold soul coins fell at the feet of the thin young man. All the spectators were looking forward to him completing a "trial" of the evil soul master.

As for what these viewers really want to see, not many people are interested.

The Death Messenger looked at the opponent in front of him, gritted his teeth, and rushed forward with his body leaning forward.

In fact, the soul guide Huang Zheng gave him was of good quality, but he had just installed it and didn't even have half a day to adapt before he stepped onto the stage. In front of the Titled Douluo, he couldn't even struggle a bit.

The only good news was that the thin young man in front of him didn't seem to be very strong.

"Humph."

In the box, the third elder snorted slightly with a somewhat inexplicable smile.

"Third brother, the person you chose is quite interesting." Nangong Wan seemed to have noticed something.

"Humph, when he did something that shouldn't be done at his level, he should have expected this outcome."

Lin Xiao glanced at Nangong Wan and the Third Elder, and soon understood what they meant.

Just as the messenger of death rushed out, the young man's face suddenly changed.

The timid look he had just had disappeared in an instant, his eyes became sharp, filled with undisguised murderous intent, and there was no longer the nervous, almost trembling look.

The real competition has already begun under the ring.

The messenger of death seemed to have realized that something was wrong, but there was no way to retreat at this time. A cold light flashed before his eyes, and his only remaining arm flew high into the air.

Blood fell like raindrops, and a few drops inevitably flowed down the face of the thin young man. He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth, feeling the taste, and his expression became more and more crazy.

In fact, when the young man showed weakness and approached the messenger of death, the game was declared over and there was no need to continue.

But here in the ring, there is no referee, no surrender, only blood splattering everywhere and flesh being cut into strips.

Nangong Wan was right. The Third Elder’s arrangement was not for the competition at all, but just to vent his disciples’ anger.

However, faced with such a bloody scene, the surrounding audience did not feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, the cheers became louder. Even the walls that Nangong Wan had specially reinforced with soul guides to soundproof them could not completely cover it up.

Time passed minute by minute, and even though the Death Messenger possessed the vitality of the Soul King, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and his eyes gradually closed.

The thin young man approached slowly with a grin on his face, holding the sharp blade high in his hand.

However, at this moment, Huo Yuhao, who was watching the game below the stage, suddenly felt his body tremble, and a bad feeling came over him. Then, a loud roar sounded on the stage.

In the blink of an eye, blood and flesh splattered on the arena, and the air was violently pushed away and hit the soul guide shield around the arena heavily. After a while, it slowly dissipated along the soul guide shield.

When the situation on the ring gradually calmed down, not only the messenger of death, but also the thin young man disappeared. Only the mottled bloodstains on the ground seemed to have become thicker.

"Waste!" The third elder stood up suddenly.

"Alright, alright." Nangong Wan's eyes lit up, and he shouted to a waiter beside him, "Go and declare this match a draw. Those who placed bets will lose."

"Don't get too excited, Third Brother. I'll return the gold soul coins you bet."

After finishing the arrangements, he turned to Lin Xiao and asked, "How's it going, Lao Ba? Are you satisfied with this match?"

Lin Xiao retracted his gaze and nodded expressionlessly, "Not bad."

"That's good." Nangong Wan nodded. "According to the preliminary agreement between me and the Ordinary Alliance, the Soul Instructor Competition will adopt these rules. There will be no referee, no conceding, and only one contestant can leave the stage."

"Alas, that old woman, Shangguan Wei'er, is too cautious. She has always refused to agree to my proposal. In the end, we can only decide whether to live or die before admitting defeat."

Lin Xiao did not find it strange. Shangguan Weiler had a close relationship with the nobles of the Sun-Moon Empire. Those people were extremely afraid of death and naturally did not want to see the Ordinary Alliance become like the evil soul master.

"But there is good news. After I came back this time, I talked to her again, and they agreed to relax the requirements for contestants. Anyone under the age of 30 can participate."

"Shangguan Wei'er must have realized that they don't have many people under the age of twenty who are quite accomplished in soul guides."

The Third Elder seemed to have recovered his breath, no longer as angry as before. "That's right, if there really was such a person, he would have entered the Sun Moon Royal Soul Guidance Academy long ago. Why would he stay in the Ordinary Alliance?"

"Yes." Nangong Wan nodded, "So with Lao Ba as their secret weapon, the Ordinary Alliance will suffer a great loss sooner or later."

"Then...what about the time?" Lin Xiao took the opportunity to ask.

"Old Eight, are you so impatient?" Nangong Wan smiled. "Don't be impatient. We need to let them relax their guard."

"It will take some time to prepare the prizes for the Soul Instructor Competition. We've decided to hold it every six months and use the final results to allocate the market share for the next six months."

"Before you go on stage, I have to make Shangguan Wei'er feel that they have a chance of winning."

"But don't worry, even if you don't participate in the first few competitions, I won't forget your share. After all, this has been a joint business between the three of us from the beginning."

Nangong Wan was laughing so hard that his eyes were almost invisible. Although Lin Xiao's cultivation was slightly lower, since Zhongli Wu had confirmed his status, in Nangong Wan's eyes, he was no different from a real elder.

Sooner or later, Lin Xiao will enter the Titled Douluo realm, and given the lifespan of Titled Douluo, they still have a long time to work together.

The ring below was quickly cleared, and the next contestant stepped onto the ring again amid the cheers of the audience.

However, just as Nangong Wan was talking with the Third Elder and Lin Xiao with a smile, he suddenly stood up and his face instantly became gloomy.