In the Yu Xiaogang's eyes, Saber was a child of pure heart.
She had an innate sense of honor and a clear distinction between right and wrong. Because of this, the Yu Xiaogang would never force her to take the initiative to kill someone—it would be too cruel for her.
Everyone's paths in life were different, but at the very least, Yu Xiaogang could see the unwavering determination in Saber's eyes, a conviction that others lacked.
As for Xiao Tianyang... well, everyone believed that the number of people he had killed was already well into the double digits.
Saber did not refuse the task. She accepted the mission briefing, gave it a quick glance, and nodded. "Grandmaster, I will complete the assignment."
"Then go." Yu Xiaogang didn't offer any words of encouragement—there was no need.
"Good luck." Xiao Tianyang clenched his fist and raised it with a grin.
"Don't worry, I'll win." Saber reached out, grasped Xiao Tianyang's fist, and smiled as well.
At that moment, Xiao Tianyang felt his heart melt.
'Too cute.'
"Ahem." Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat lightly.
Saber's face turned red in an instant, and she quickly turned and ran off.
Xiao Tianyang hurriedly tried to explain, "Grandmaster, I—"
"Tianyang, I didn't see anything, and I don't intend to interfere," Yu Xiaogang said calmly. "But if you don't treat a girl like her well, your life will be shortened."
Xiao Tianyang: "..."
'Wait, you always say you don't care, but isn't that basically a curse?! And why are you being so direct?'
"Let's get back to business." Yu Xiaogang's expression remained unchanged. "If you were to face the God-Slaying Team, how confident would you be?"
Xiao Tianyang grinned sinisterly. "Grandmaster, what you should be worrying about is whether they'll leave the battlefield alive after facing me."
"Drop that creepy look—it's disgusting." Yu Xiaogang frowned. "If that's the case, then go register. I'll be waiting to see your performance."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Xiao Tianyang stood there, deep in thought. "Why do I feel like Grandmaster has some kind of issue with me?"
"Woof!"
"Gah! You scared me!" Startled, Xiao Tianyang angrily kicked at Bubu.
The little beast dodged nimbly and even stuck out its tongue at him.
"Woof!"
"What do you think? Why does Grandmaster treat me so badly?"
"Woof, woof!"
"What?! You're saying it's because I'm a playboy? Since when did you start using words like that?!"
Xiao Tianyang glared at Bubu. "I swear, if you don't shut up, I'll pluck all your fur this time! Don't you dare run!"
…
The first match was uneventful. In just three minutes, the Fierce God Team had been completely annihilated.
Of course, Tang San's group didn't have it easy either.
Due to Xiao Tianyang's earlier "suicide" stunt in front of Dai Mubai and the others, they barely managed to hold their ground.
But for the girls, it was even harder.
Looking at the corpses sprawled in pools of blood, their wide, lifeless eyes filled with unwillingness—it was an image burned into their memories.
Some of them barely made it off the stage before vomiting.
After a while, Yu Xiaogang spoke. "Once you've recovered, continue watching the next match."
With that, he looked down at the arena.
Everyone's attention followed, drawn in by the host's voice as he introduced the next competitors.
"First, let's welcome the terror of the Silves Great Soul Arena—the infamous God-Slaying Team! Even their name alone is enough to send chills down your spine!"
As he finished speaking, seven figures dressed in black stepped onto the stage.
Each of them had a gaunt, eerie appearance, their expressions cold and unreadable. They were taller than average and well into middle age.
Most notably, they were a team composed entirely of agility-type Soul Masters!
No strategy, no elaborate tactics—just one goal: kill.
This was what made them so terrifying for most Soul Master teams.
They had weaknesses, of course.
But their wealth of battle experience, coupled with their speed-based combat style, allowed them to overcome most disadvantages.
Before their opponents could even react, several members of the enemy team would have already fallen.
Conveniently, every single one of them was stuck at level 49—just on the brink of breaking through.
This created a frustrating dilemma.
Anyone above level 49 couldn't challenge them, and few teams at their level had the strength to compete.
As a result, they remained undefeated, an unshakable force at their tier.
Unless an ace team showed up, they were practically invincible.
But today's highlight wasn't them.
It was their opponent!
A team that had actively challenged the God-Slaying Team!
"Now, let's welcome the challengers—Team Whitebeard!"
The host hesitated slightly before continuing, "You may not be familiar with this name, as they hail from another city's Great Soul Arena."
"However, this team's most remarkable feat is earning the Silver Fighting Soul Badge in the team category—on their own!"
"Leading them is none other than... Edward!"
The spotlight shifted to Xiao Tianyang.
"Clang!"
The crisp sound of metal striking metal sent a shiver through the audience.
Dressed in black, face obscured by a mask and dark glasses, his presence was imposing.
His aura was feral, as if a caged beast had just been unleashed, ready to pounce at any moment!
"Now, let's leave the stage to these two teams!" The host turned off the mic.
Baron, the captain of the God-Slaying Team, stepped forward. "I don't know how strong you are, but I can tell you're trouble."
"But don't you dare compare us to the Fierce God Team."
His tone was solemn. "Unlike them, we never underestimate an opponent. Our reassurance comes only when they fall."
Xiao Tianyang curled his lips beneath the mask. "Your brother seemed pretty peaceful when he went down—at least, that's what I thought."
Baron's expression darkened.
"Let the match begin!" A minute later, the host's voice rang out once more.
"Kill!" Baron commanded coldly.
The arena was instantly bathed in the glow of soul rings.
Almost simultaneously, the seven agility-type Soul Masters split into three groups, charging from the left, center, and right.
Xiao Tianyang had only one response.
"Clang!" He drove his slab-like weapon into the ground, securing it firmly.
Then, he clenched both fists and swung them backward with full force.
"Crack!"
The air itself shattered, sending a shockwave surging outward!
Like a flood bursting through a dam, the force was unstoppable!
"Aaaah!"
The closer they were, the faster they died.
Agility-type Soul Masters typically lacked long-range attacks.
Their best strategy was always to close in swiftly and strike with overwhelming speed.
But now?
The moment they approached, they were met with an explosion of raw power—unleashed without a single soul skill!
…
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