In the martial arts arena, over a hundred disciples gathered.
On the arena, two Soul Masters were fighting. The referee was Lu Feng's acquaintance—Soul Douluo, Gu Lin.
Lu Feng and Ning Ya's arrival immediately attracted a large crowd.
"Damn, who is that guy? He's so close to my goddess Ning!" a tall, thin Soul Master exclaimed.
"Bamboo Pole, that's clearly my goddess!" a chubby Soul Master beside him frowned.
"Fatty, are you out of your mind? Our goddess is about to be tricked by someone else."
Lu Feng ignored the onlookers' comments and turned his gaze to the Soul Arena.
On the arena, the Soul Master with the sword spirit was exactly level 41, six or seven levels lower in Soul Power than his opponent. However, he was suppressing the other Soul Master with his superb swordsmanship.
The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, in terms of both martial soul quality and combat skills, far surpassed ordinary soul masters, as evidenced by the colors of the fragments that fell from the arena.
Most were yellow and purple, with one or two black ones mixed in.
Lu Feng, with a thought, picked up the dozen or so fragments on the arena.
He picked up one yellow martial soul fragment [Steel Rod], one
purple martial soul fragment [Whirlwind Sword], and one
black skill fragment [Yi Sword Technique].
The battle between the two soul masters quickly came to a conclusion, with the sword-wielding soul master winning despite being of a higher level.
Gu Lin cleared his throat and announced loudly, "The winner of the thirty-second match of the Soul Sect Challenge is Lin Feng. The rankings of the winner and loser are swapped."
His words were met with cheers from the arena.
Seemingly noticing Lu Feng's interest in the ranking competition, Ning Ya softly said, "The sect encourages its disciples to cultivate, adopting a ranking system similar to the Great Soul Arena, with a grand competition held every year."
Lu Feng looked at the cheering crowd and nodded, "Young people are truly energetic."
"Haha." Ning Ya couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh upon hearing this, "I heard from my older brother that you're not even fifteen years old yet, how come you seem so mature?"
Lu Feng smiled; having been in the Soul Master world for many years, he was quite the seasoned veteran. In his eyes, these sect disciples all exuded a kind of naive foolishness.
At this moment, the fat Soul Master walked up to Lu Feng, a faint wisp of Soul Power emanating from his body.
"Brother, what is your cultivation level? What is your ranking within the sect?" the fat man said loudly.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around turned their attention to him.
Lu Feng and Ning Ya's close proximity had already aroused the dissatisfaction of a large group of 'competitors,' who wished they could take their place.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's challenge competition did not have stages; all disciples were ranked uniformly. In other words, even Soul Master level disciples can challenge Soul Sect masters or even Soul Kings.
"Look, it's Senior Brother Wang Gang, ranked twenty-eighth!"
"Senior Brother Wang Gang has level forty-seven soul power, and his martial soul is Fatty Tiger. This is going to be interesting."
Lu Feng waved his hand. "Brother Fatty Tiger, I'm not a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
His eyes darted around, a sly smile playing on his lips. He said, "But I love making friends, Brother Fatty Tiger, how about we have a friendly martial arts contest?"
Just as Wang Gang was about to agree, a hearty laugh rang out from the crowd. "Haha, Brother Lu Feng, it really is you!"
Lu Feng looked in the direction of the voice and saw Chen Chen pushing through the crowd and walking towards him.
Upon seeing this, Fatty immediately bowed respectfully to Chen Chen, saying, "Greetings, Senior Brother Chen."
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School encourages competition among disciples. The ranking of fellow disciples is not based on age or length of time in the sect, but on the order of the ranking matches.
Of course, support-type soul masters have their own separate ranking list.
"Brother Chen, how have you been?" Lu Feng greeted with a fist and palm salute.
"Haha, our battle that day was evenly matched, and I was even thinking of inviting you to visit our sect. I didn't expect to meet you again so soon," Chen Chen said loudly.
Chen Chen gestured towards Gu Lin on the arena and continued, "Brother Lu, our last sparring session wasn't quite satisfying. Why don't we take this opportunity to have a proper match?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur arose around him.
Who was Chen Chen?
In recent ranking competitions, Chen Chen had always come out on top. He was the undisputed senior brother of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's younger generation.
His soul power had already reached level fifty-two, and he was just over twenty years old.
And this person in front of him could actually fight Chen Chen to a draw?
Wang Gang had already retreated into the crowd. He stroked his chin and looked Lu Feng up and down. "This person looks ordinary, but upon closer inspection, there seems to be a domineering aura hidden between his brows."
"Hiss~!"
The fat man gasped. "Judging from his age, he's definitely not over twenty. Could he be another Soul King?"
Hearing this, his tall, thin companion mocked, "Fatty, I think you're just a coward."
"Bamboo pole, you're talking nonsense!"
The sun was setting, and the sky was dyed orange-red.
The stands around the martial arts arena were already full of people. Not only were the sect disciples watching, but many elders were also paying attention to this soul battle.
Chen Chen's name was known to everyone in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
An opponent he valued so highly must naturally be a powerful figure.
Everyone was incredibly excited, rubbing their hands together, unable to contain their fighting spirit.
Of course, Gu Lin was an exception.
He had witnessed the entire battle between the two last time, even intervening at the end to stop their soul power clash.
He wasn't sure who was stronger now.
However, the most crucial point was that Lu Feng was only at the Soul Master level and was no more than fifteen years old.
"Fine, let these brats see what it means to be outmatched," Gu Lin sighed inwardly, watching the excited crowd.
Overall, Gu Lin was quite satisfied with this year's disciples.
However, some of them, having remained within the sect, had been blinded by the glory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"You tell me, between Senior Brother Chen Chen and that person, who is stronger?" the fat Soul Master rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with excitement.
Upon hearing this, the tall, thin Soul Master grinned. "Is there even a question? It must be Senior Brother Chen Chen. His self-created Gale Sword Technique has even been praised by Elder Sword."
Just as the onlookers were waiting for the Soul Battle to begin, three figures appeared on the stands of a distant high-rise building.
The three were none other than Ning Fengzhi from the sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and Bone Douluo Gu Rong.
"Uncle Sword, who do you think will win between these two?" Ning Fengzhi asked doubtfully.
Chen Xin pondered for a moment, "If they were the same age, Lu Feng would win. However, their Soul Power differs by a whole stage, and Chen'er has already begun cultivating the Heart Sword. This battle will likely be difficult for Lu Feng."
"Hmph, I'm more optimistic about that kid Lu Feng,"
Bone Douluo sneered, speaking mockingly. "Since you support your grandson, then I'll support someone else."
Chen Xin glanced at him and said calmly, "Bone, how about we make a bet? Name your stake."
Unexpectedly, Gu Rong immediately shook his head. "Hmph, Sword Master, you think you can take advantage of me so easily? A bet is fine, but I'm betting on that brat Chen Chen to win."
"Old geezer, no wonder you're still unable to break through level ninety-six at your age."
"Sword Master, I'll fight you to the death!"
(End of Chapter)