"What!"
Hearing this, the little fatty immediately jumped up.
"Which blind fool was it? In the entire Suotuo City, who doesn't know that you, Dai Mubai, are my, Ma Hongjun's, boss!"
The little fatty patted his chest and roared, "Boss Dai, which wife was it? The female receptionist at the Dream Bar? Or the waitress at the Rose Hotel?"
"Fatty, good brother!"
Dai Mubai gripped Ma Hongjun's hand tightly and said with gratification, "Brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes. Having a brother like you in this life, I, Dai Mubai, haven't lived in vain."
"Let's go! Tonight, I'll treat you to Dream World. We two brothers won't go home until we're drunk!" Dai Mubai said straightforwardly.
"Hehe, then this little brother respectfully accepts. I just don't know if Boss Dai's old clothes that you don't wear anymore can be given to this little brother to keep warm?" Ma Hongjun chuckled, his eyes full of lewdness.
Hearing this, Dai Mubai said nonchalantly, "Women are not people, they are resources. If you need them, just take them."
"Hehehe, Boss Dai is mighty!"
Time flowed like water. In the blink of an eye, Lu Feng had already been in the Spirit Arena for half a year.
"Bang!"
A strong soul power burst forth from Lu Feng's entire body. He struck Dai Mubai's chest with one punch, sending him flying to the edge of the ring.
Dai Mubai's tiger claws gripped the ground tightly, barely managing to steady himself.
"I report! There's foul play!" Dai Mubai raised his right hand high and shouted at the top of his lungs.
Lu Feng stopped his attack at this moment, crossed his arms, his eyes full of mockery.
"Contestant Evil-Eyed White Tiger, do you have a problem?" At this moment, Doudou flew to Dai Mubai's side and asked coldly.
Dai Mubai rarely ignored this beautiful female host, but he shouted at the top of his lungs, "I want to report! I demand to see the chief supervisor of the Spirit Arena!"
"I am the host of this match and have the right to be responsible for everything on the field!" Doudou said in a deep voice.
"Hmph, I don't trust you!" Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "You and that guy Tang Si are in cahoots!"
Hearing this, Lu Feng said with a faint smile, "Young Master Dai, we've fought at least eight, if not ten, matches, right? Which time were you not blasted off the stage by me? What does this have to do with the host?"
At this moment, Doudou spoke, "Contestant Evil-Eyed White Tiger, if you have no other questions, please continue the match. Otherwise, I will directly rule that you have lost."
"Hmph!" Dai Mubai directly put away his martial soul and said coldly, "Your Spirit Arena is rigged! I've already fought this guy eight times in a row!"
"And every single time, he was hosting the previous match, and then fighting me in the next!"
The more Dai Mubai spoke, the more agitated he became, shouting at the top of his lungs, "I suspect you are manipulating the contestant match-ups to gain betting rewards!"
His voice was undisguised, and accompanied by his soul power, it spread throughout more than half of the audience seats.
Instantly, the spectators began to discuss among themselves.
"I think this contestant has a point. Losing eight matches in a row, and to the same person, that's just too unlucky!" a fat spectator wearing a melon rind hat said.
"Mm, it's most likely manipulated," a brawny man next to him chimed in.
"Indeed, this matter is certainly strange. However, I've already bet on the Evil-Eyed White Tiger to lose for five consecutive matches and made a huge profit," a tall man with an aquiline nose and glasses said with a smile.
"Hiss~!" The nearby spectators gasped upon hearing this.
"May I ask where you hold a high position, sir? My hotel needs talent like you!" the fat spectator said respectfully.
The tall man with glasses smiled and cupped his hands. "My name is Flender. I run an antique shop in the west of the city. If you gentlemen have time, you can come and patronize it."
As he spoke, Flender took out a few business cards from his pocket and handed them to the spectators next to him.
On the ring, Lu Feng subconsciously touched his nose.
Dai Mubai had actually guessed correctly.
His matches with Dai Mubai were indeed all arranged by Doudou. As someone with connections in the Great Spirit Arena, arranging two matches was as simple as drinking water for her.
Especially for a loser like Dai Mubai who kept losing consecutively.
"Hmph!" Doudou snorted coldly and said righteously, "The Suotuo City Great Spirit Arena upholds the principles of fairness, justice, and openness, and will absolutely not manipulate any match!"
"I've already fought him eight times in a row, and you still say you're not manipulating?" Dai Mubai said with contempt.
Doudou raised her microphone, letting her voice reach every corner. "For two contestants to compete eight times simultaneously, for such an improbable event to occur, doesn't that prove the fairness of the Spirit Arena?"
"If we were manipulating things, how could we allow such an outrageous thing to happen?" Doudou said with conviction.
"Contestant Evil-Eyed White Tiger, due to your deliberate interference with the match, I will directly rule that you have lost this match! You have the right to remain silent, but the final interpretation right belongs to the Great Spirit Arena!"
Lu Feng looked at the serious Doudou and spread his hands. "This is called professionalism."
"Hmph!" Dai Mubai snorted coldly and left the spirit fighting stage directly.
The powers behind the Great Spirit Arena were not something a down-and-out prince like him could easily offend.
However...
"If I can't afford to provoke them, can't I hide from them?" Dai Mubai had already made up his mind. For the next six months, he would not participate in spirit fights anymore.
"Perfect timing. I met a pair of twin sisters not long ago..."
"Hmph! I've finally cultivated to level thirty-five. Now it's time to enjoy myself."
Outside Suotuo City, in a small grove.
On the surrounding ground, the grass had been brutally overturned. Within a radius of several dozen meters, there was not a single intact tree.
On a rock the size of half a house, claw marks crisscrossed, each one cutting more than half a meter deep.
"Roar!" A heaven-shaking tiger roar came from Lu Feng's mouth, deterring the mountains and forests.
"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"
Lu Feng's body swelled by a size, his muscles bulged all over, directly ripping his outer clothes.
The exaggerated muscle lines, combined with his resolute face, if a young girl saw it, she would probably be unable to walk.
His entire body was shrouded in a strong golden light. Between his eyebrows, a golden mark shone brightly. His whole person looked like a god of war bathed in holy light.
In half a year, Lu Feng had finally managed to fleece Dai Mubai's White Tiger martial soul.
At the same time, his family's inherited cultivation technique, the "White Tiger God of War Catalog", was also taken into Lu Feng's possession.
Level thirty-eight!
This was Lu Feng's current level.
In just half a year, Lu Feng had advanced another three levels!
This was three levels of soul power at the Soul Elder realm! Under normal circumstances, an ordinary soul master at the Soul Elder stage could only improve by this much in a year.
The increase in Lu Feng's soul power came from two sources.
First, after the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record" had been upgraded to red quality, Lu Feng's soul power cultivation speed was much faster than ordinary people.
A red-quality cultivation technique was an existence as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns on the entire continent.
Relying on the boost from the "Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record", Lu Feng felt that his soul power increase in the past six months was at least two and a half levels!
As for the other half level of soul power, it came from the "Martial Soul Seal Method".
After obtaining this cultivation technique, Lu Feng's beast martial souls could cultivate independently and improve their quality. At the same time, a portion of the cultivated soul power would be fed back to Lu Feng, increasing his soul power.
So far, Lu Feng had two martial souls that he could 'leech experience' from.
Luo Wupao.
Xuanming Turtle.
As for the Grass Python, it was still just a little garter snake that couldn't even open its eyes.
And the Clear Sky Hammer?
Cultivate a hammer?
Now, Lu Feng had obtained a third high-quality beast martial soul. He felt that he was one step closer to 'AFK leveling to godhood'.
However, the number of beast martial souls one could inherit was limited.
In ancient times, the most powerful human soul masters could only inherit six heroic souls. Any more, and their bodies would explode.
After fleecing Ma Hongjun's Evil Fire Phoenix and completing the Four Divine Beasts, Lu Feng planned to stop.
As for tool martial souls, there were not so many restrictions.
Theoretically speaking, beast martial souls could be called 'innate spirit martial souls', inherited from ancient heroic souls. They had independent thoughts and were the soul master's partners and comrades-in-arms.
Tool martial souls were 'acquired transformations'. They started as weapons of warriors and later evolved into various tools.
In the "Martial Soul Seal Method", there was no way for a tool martial soul to 'gain sentience'.
Lu Feng's eyes moved slightly. A violent white light shot out from his mouth, attacking a huge rock.
Within the white light, there was a faint hint of gold.
If one looked closely, one could also find the power of flames faintly contained within.
Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Light Wave!
Lu Feng was too lazy to name things. Anyway, it was a martial soul fleeced from Dai Mubai, and the soul skill effect looked similar.
"Boom!"
The huge rock was instantly shattered, revealing the small, thin figure hidden behind it.
This soul master seemed to have been stunned by the sudden attack. Her body trembled slightly, and her face was somewhat pale.
Lu Feng walked over to the girl's side and said coldly, "Miss, peeking at others cultivating their soul skills is very impolite."