Chapter 32: White Tiger God's Debut
The atmosphere in the Soto Great Spirit Arena remained electric after Xiao Wu's devastating victory over Dai Mubai.
Flender, his face dark with concern, turned to Ma Hongjun.
"Fatty, take Mubai back to rest. He won't be participating for the next few match," Flender ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Ma Hongjun nodded quickly, helping the pale-faced Dai Mubai to his feet. He could barely walk, his pride shattered along with his body.
Soon, the Host's enthusiastic voice echoed through the arena once more.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome our next fighter—White Tiger God, making his arena debut! His opponent is the veteran fighter, Flame Wolf!"
Chen Sheng walked onto the arena with confident steps, his expression calm and relaxed.
On the opposite side, his opponent emerged wearing a red mask and dark blue combat attire, appearing mysterious and experienced.
The crowd immediately began buzzing with excitement.
"Holy cow, it's actually Flame Wolf! If I remember correctly, if he wins this match, he can advance to the Great Spirit Arena, and his accumulated win points will be enough to upgrade his badge to a Bronze Douluo badge. This is a very important battle for him!"
"Yes, that's right! This young man's first match actually encounters such a difficult opponent. It looks like he's going to lose. Though his codename 'White Tiger God' sounds quite powerful!"
Another spectator chimed in nervously, "And due to the nature of his Spirit, every time Flame Wolf attacks, his opponents get severely injured. Although they survive, he's been warned multiple times by the Great Spirit Arena management."
"Hmm, since it's an official match, harming the opponent's life is strictly prohibited."
At this moment, a spectator who had watched Xiao Wu's match weakly interjected, "But have you forgotten about that Violent Rabbit just now? You can't judge a book by its cover. The aura that White Tiger God is emitting doesn't seem like an ordinary Spirit Ancestor!"
On the arena stage, Flame Wolf cackled confidently, his hoarse voice cutting through the air. "Kid, it's your misfortune to encounter me in your first Spirit Arena battle!"
Although the opponent wore a mask, based on his hoarse voice and the exposed skin on his hands, Chen Sheng could judge that this person was definitely not young—at least over thirty years old. His combat experience would certainly be rich and not to be underestimated.
Chen Sheng showed a playful smile. "If you keep looking at me like that, you're going to suffer later on!"
The Host, sitting on the aerial broadcast platform and holding a microphone, loudly introduced both fighters to build excitement.
"White Tiger God! Spirit: Ancient White Tiger! Forty-two level Offensive System Battle Soul Ancestor!"
"Flame Wolf! Spirit: Crimson Flame Wolf! Forty-seven level Offensive System Battle Soul Ancestor!"
"In White Tiger God's debut match, can he defeat the five-times consecutive winner, Flame Wolf? Flame Wolf's that mysterious Spirit Ability can even contend with a forty-ninth level Spirit Ancestor! Let's wait and see if this newcomer can bring us a surprise!"
The Host's words immediately stirred up the emotions of the audience. Xiao Wu's Instant Kill Eight Stage Drop was still vivid in their memories, and now her "brother" was fighting.
"Hehehehe, little brat, you're very arrogant!" Flame Wolf growled.
He stomped his right foot hard, and four spirit rings—white, yellow, purple, purple—appeared around his body in sequence, each one glowing with fierce energy.
Then Chen Sheng released his Ancient White Tiger martial soul. The moment he did, he directly shocked everyone present!
Four spirit rings appeared—purple, purple, black, black!
"Wh-what?! His spirit ring configuration is actually so heaven-defying!"
The Host exclaimed in absolute shock beside the arena, nearly dropping his match list.
Supervisor Ao, standing at the edge of the stands with his arms crossed, narrowed his pupils in surprise. In his decades of experience and vast knowledge of the Continent, it seemed no one had ever possessed a first spirit ring that was a thousand years old!
This undoubtedly broke all known records in Douluo Continent history!
Behind this young man, there must be an enormous background and powerful forces supporting him, Ao thought carefully.
On the stage, Flame Wolf's confident expression faltered for just a moment before he steadied himself. "I am truly honored to battle a prodigy like you, but what will happen when you get severely injured by me?"
Flame Wolf made a claw gesture with both hands. His third spirit ring suddenly lit up with brilliant purple light, and a fireball began to form in front of him. The fireball continued to enlarge rapidly—until it reached a massive five meters in diameter, radiating intense heat!
"Here it comes, here it comes! This is Flame Wolf's signature Spirit Ability, Crimson Flame Destruction! This technique allows him to gather flame power from the surrounding environment and concentrate it into a giant fireball that can completely destroy all defenses of Spirit Ancestors! Can White Tiger God avoid this devastating attack?!" The Host shouted dramatically.
The massive fireball shot forward with incredible speed and power, leaving a scorched trail through the air!
But the moment it reached Chen Sheng's position, he had already disappeared with a blur of movement. His opponent's supposedly devastating attack was utterly harmless to him—like a gentle breeze.
Due to Chen Sheng's incredibly fast speed, few people in the arena could detect his actual movement. To most observers, he simply vanished from one spot and reappeared elsewhere.
Chen Sheng had moved and arrived directly behind his opponent in merely a single second, easily dodging the attack with minimal effort.
"Huh? How did he appear behind Flame Wolf so quickly...?" someone in the audience gasped.
In the crowd, a Spirit Master whose martial soul was a speed-type carefully observed the stage. He could vaguely see a translucent afterimage moving at incredible velocity.
Because he specialized in speed, he was very clear about what had just happened. It was precisely because of this understanding that he was so shocked and puzzled. This White Tiger God looked quite young—at most in his early teens—yet his speed was already far superior to his own!
That movement technique... it's beyond anything I've ever seen at this level, the speed-type Spirit Master thought in awe.
On the stage, Flame Wolf, having failed his attack completely, immediately retreated several steps. His heart filled with doubt and confusion. How did this little brat appear behind him so effortlessly? Where did he go wrong?
This was his signature Spirit Ability, which had allowed him to win consecutive matches in the Great Spirit Arena, and it was broken so easily by a newcomer?
Unwilling to accept defeat, Flame Wolf gritted his teeth and attacked again with the same spirit ability, the fireball forming even larger this time!
In the VIP viewing area, Ning Rongrong leaned forward with interest. "Grandpa Sword, can you see what's actually happening on the stage?"
She couldn't clearly see the details of Chen Sheng's movements, only seeing him disappear from one place and appear in another place suddenly, like a ghost.
Chen Xin smiled warmly and stroked his chin. "Hahaha, don't worry, Rongrong. That opponent's attacks are completely useless in front of Chen Sheng. The difference in their actual combat ability is like heaven and earth."
Zhu Zhuqing, sitting nearby, watched with obvious surprise on her usually cold face. She had learned Phantom Steps from Chen Sheng, but seeing him use such advanced movement techniques at will still amazed her.
[Detected! Zhu Zhuqing's surprise emotion. Congratulations to Host, Treasure Chest acquired!]
[Detected! Ning Rongrong's amazement emotion. Congratulations to Host,Treasure Chest acquired!]
The system notifications appeared in Chen Sheng's mind, but he ignored them for now, focusing on the match.
On the stage, Chen Sheng felt genuinely bored watching his opponent attack with the same predictable skill again. Why was this person so stubborn and confused about the gap between them?
So he moved again with eye-blurring speed and casually spoke when he appeared directly behind Flame Wolf once more. "Hey, don't you think this is getting boring? Why don't you just give up now?"
Pure shock!
Flame Wolf was startled so badly his whole body jerked. He immediately jumped back several steps in panic, his hoarse voice trembling slightly. "You...?!"
Before he could finish his sentence or mount any defense, Chen Sheng casually reached out and grabbed him by the collar with one hand. With seemingly no effort at all, he threw Flame Wolf in a clean arc toward the edge of the arena.
Not good!
Flame Wolf's eyes widened in horror as he flew through the air.
BOOM!
He crashed heavily onto the ground just outside the arena boundary, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood. His body rolled several times from the impact before coming to a painful stop.
Medical staff rushed forward immediately. Soon, Flame Wolf was carried away on a stretcher and sent directly to the Great Spirit Arena's infirmary for emergency treatment.
"Match over! White Tiger God wins!"
The Host announced loudly.
The audience members on the stands looked at each other in stunned silence for a moment, some wiping away non-existent cold sweat from their foreheads. They were all thinking the same thing: As expected of Violent Rabbit's brother! This strength is truly not exaggerated at all. He defeated and severely injured that veteran Flame Wolf in just one move!
At this moment, many spectators felt they had found their new betting favorite—oh no, their new viewing favorite!
Someone started chanting, and soon the entire arena joined in:
"White Tiger God!
White Tiger God!
White Tiger God!"
The arena, which had fallen silent for a brief moment, suddenly erupted with the enthusiastic cheers of thousands of audience members! The sound shook the very foundations of the arena building!
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In the Shrek Academy team lounge, everyone had now finished their one-on-one and two-on-two matches. They had properly adjusted their condition and were preparing to welcome the upcoming seven-versus-seven team battle.
However, since Dai Mubai had been severely injured by Xiao Wu, his two-on-two match had been directly forfeited, and he was completely unable to participate in the subsequent team battle.
Tang San sat in the corner, his expression dark and brooding. Watching both Xiao Wu and Chen Sheng dominate their matches so completely had left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Oscar tried to lighten the mood. "Chen Sheng is really amazing! Did you see how he moved? I couldn't even track it!"
Ma Hongjun, having just returned from escorting Dai Mubai back to the academy, nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Both he and Xiao Wu are monsters! Our team is definitely going to dominate!"
Flender stood near the window, his expression thoughtful as he calculated the potential earnings from tonight's matches. With Chen Sheng and Xiao Wu performing like this, the betting odds will shift dramatically in our favor. This could be very profitable for the academy finances...
Zhao Wuji crossed his arms, a complicated expression on his face. He had personally experienced Chen Sheng's overwhelming strength and knew that the young man had been holding back significantly.That boy's true power... it's terrifying. Even I might not be his match anymore now.
Yu Xiaogang stood alone in another corner, his face twisted with barely concealed jealousy and resentment. Every achievement Chen Sheng displayed was like a knife twisting in his heart. Why? Why does that arrogant brat have such talent? It's not fair! He makes a mockery of all my theories!
Meanwhile, Chen Sheng walked back into the lounge, his expression relaxed and carefree as if he had just taken a casual stroll rather than fought a match.
Xiao Wu immediately ran up to him with bright, excited eyes. "Brother Sheng! You were amazing out there!"
Ning Rongrong also approached with an elegant smile. "Chen Sheng, your movement was so amazing! Can you teach me something like that?"
Zhu Zhuqing stood up gracefully, her cold exterior hiding the warmth in her eyes. "Your Phantom Steps was at a completely different level than what you showed me."
Chen Sheng smiled gently at all three girls. "It was just a simple warm-up match. Nothing special."
His casual dismissal of such an overwhelming victory only made the other male team members feel even more inadequate.
Tang San clenched his fists silently, his mind racing.Chen Sheng... just who are you really? Always perfect and better than me.
The tension in the lounge was thick enough to cut with a knife, with two distinct groups forming more clearly than ever before.
Outside, the arena staff were already preparing for the main event of the evening—the seven-versus-seven team battle that would truly test Shrek Academy's strength.
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