In the early morning, Lu Feng went out early.
After leaving the hotel, Lu Feng wandered around the city by himself. Before long, he arrived in front of a tall building.
The overall structure of this place was oval, with an outer wall over a hundred meters high, looking grand and magnificent. The surroundings were built with huge granite blocks, and the top was a huge dome made of blue glass, which was very luxurious.
Walking to the main entrance, the scene before him was even more shocking.
Seven huge stone carvings were carved on the wall, representing seven powerful martial souls. On the sign in the middle, several large characters were brightly written: "Suotuo City Great Spirit Arena".
Lu Feng did not sign up for the spirit fights but instead bought a ticket and went to the audience area.
Since it was morning, there were not many spectators. But even so, the audience seats were about thirty percent full.
At this time, a one-on-one Soul Grandmaster level battle was taking place in the arena.
Both soul masters were strength-type fighters. One's martial soul was a Tiger, and the other's was a Brown Bear. The two of them exchanged moves, bombarding each other with soul skills throughout the fight, having a great time.
In the end, the Brown Bear soul master, relying on his slightly higher soul power of two levels, won the match with difficulty.
"Sigh~" Lu Feng put away the two white martial soul fragments and sighed.
As expected, the battles in the Great Spirit Arena were just as he had anticipated.
Truly pathetic.
Or rather, everyone's spirit fights were for show.
A match for ten Gold Soul Coins, why would you risk your life?
"Sir, registration is one hundred meters ahead, then turn right," a female waitress bowed slightly to Lu Feng and said in a friendly manner.
"I'm not registering. I'm here to apply for the position of host," Lu Feng said lightly.
"Huh?"
The waitress was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted and smiled at Lu Feng. "Alright, please follow me."
Before long, the two arrived at an office.
The interior was decorated mainly in white, simple and grand. A bald middle-aged man in a black suit and black-rimmed glasses sat behind the desk.
The waitress whispered a few words in the middle-aged man's ear and then left.
"You want to apply to be a host for the matches?" the middle-aged man asked.
His voice was somewhat magnetic but full of vigor.
Lu Feng sat down on a chair unhurriedly and said with a faint smile, "My name is Tang Si. I am fifteen years old, a level twenty-six Soul Grandmaster, and I have studied at the Blue Tyrant Academy in the Heaven Dou Empire for a period of time."
As he spoke, Lu Feng placed the Blue Tyrant Academy's badge on the table.
The middle-aged man nodded. Fifteen years old and level twenty-six, his talent was quite good.
"Good, good, good. Our Spirit Arena needs aspiring young people like you."
Lu Feng had considered joining the Spirit Arena for a long time.
With an unknown enemy out there, continuing to stay in the spirit hunting market was clearly not a wise choice. Finding a place to stay was the most important thing at the moment.
In Lu Feng's opinion, there were three relatively safe places in Suotuo City.
The first was Shrek Academy.
Although Shrek Academy was dilapidated, the strength of its teachers was not to be underestimated: three Soul Saints and two Soul Emperors. Ordinary robbers would not dare to provoke them.
However, joining Shrek also meant a life of simple meals, not even being able to eat one's fill, and having to pay out of one's own pocket to subsidize the academy.
Lu Feng did not have the habit of being a nanny.
The second was the Spirit Hall.
Lu Feng was a 'Spirit Hall person' with a pure and loyal background. Being in the Spirit Hall was like being in his own home. It wouldn't be too much to eat and live there for free, right?
Therefore, the Spirit Hall was one of the backup options.
The third safe place was the Great Spirit Arena.
The Great Spirit Arena had its own independent system and could be considered a special power. It was jointly founded by the seven most prestigious soul master families on the continent and was not affiliated with either of the two great empires or the Spirit Hall.
Lu Feng had already inquired. As long as he joined the Spirit Arena, even the lowest-level Iron Badge host would have a monthly salary of two Gold Soul Coins, and it included food and lodging.
Moreover, countless soul masters fought here every day. As a host in the Spirit Arena, he could just stand there and pick up fragments.
"Like a demon lord descending from the heavens, truly a terrestrial sovereign god! Congratulations to contestant Li Batian for his first consecutive win in the individual matches. A new star of the Spirit Arena is rising!"
On the spirit fighting stage, Lu Feng was dressed in a black suit, his long hair casually draped, smooth and flowing. Under the lights, he exuded a casual and unrestrained air.
"Wow, this new host is so handsome!" a commotion immediately broke out in the audience.
"This host is very professional in his commentary on soul skills, and his voice is also very pleasant."
"Exactly, not like the other hosts who just shout and scream."
On the spirit fighting stage, a tall, sturdy man scratched his head in embarrassment. He had only won one match. Had he already become a new star of the Spirit Arena?
He gave Lu Feng a simple and honest smile, then walked off the stage.
On the stage, Lu Feng held the microphone and continued to read, "The next contestant is the Evil-Eyed White Tiger. His martial soul, like his name, is the White Tiger. And his opponent..."
Halfway through, Lu Feng threw the microphone down from the stage, and it landed steadily in the hands of another female host in a white dress.
"Crack, crack."
Lu Feng clasped his hands together and flexed his wrists. A series of teeth-grinding bone-cracking sounds were heard.
"What? The host is warming up!"
A loud cheer erupted from the audience.
The woman in the white dress walked onto the stage, a professional smile on her pretty face. "Seventh Spirit Arena, Soul Grandmaster one-on-one, third match. Contestant Tang Si, codenamed Sett, versus contestant Evil-Eyed White Tiger!"
"Wow~!" a cheer erupted from the audience.
Everyone had thought Tang Si was just putting on a show, but they didn't expect him to actually be serious.
"Sett! Sett!" The cheers from the crowd were completely one-sided.
Lu Feng waved to the audience, a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
He had no interest in competing, but this person, Dai Mubai, was worth his special attention.
Not to mention whether the mastermind behind the two Soul Ancestor assassins was Dai Mubai or not.
Just the [White Tiger] martial soul alone was worth Lu Feng making a move personally.
During a battle, the probability of fragments dropping was very high. In just three days, Lu Feng had picked up countless martial soul and skill fragments in the Spirit Arena, although most of them were of white quality.
And Dai Mubai, his [White Tiger] martial soul, was of black quality!
Lu Feng was not willing to let such a big fish go so easily.
In that restaurant, when Dai Mubai had a conflict with the Imperial Fight Team, Lu Feng had also taken the opportunity to pick up a wave of fragments.
All the members of the Imperial Fight Team, including Yu Tianheng's Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, had all dropped purple-quality fragments. This meant that none of the members of the Imperial Fight Team had the 'potential of a Titled Douluo'.
And this also reflected Dai Mubai's high talent from the side.
At this time, hearing the cheers from the audience, Dai Mubai couldn't help but frown.
Who was this person, daring to steal his, Young Master Dai's, thunder?
One had to know that with his White Tiger martial soul and his soul power as high as level twenty-six, he had already achieved ten consecutive wins in the Spirit Arena.
Which time he had appeared had he not been in the spotlight?
Especially last night, after he had obtained the title of ten consecutive wins, he had even had a passionate exchange with a female spectator for the entire night.
Dai Mubai sniffed his left hand intoxicatedly. The fragrance of her hair seemed to still linger on it.
"Hmph!" Dai Mubai snorted coldly. He decided to give the guy on the other side a good beating, to greet his face with the sole of his shoe.
Walking onto the spirit fighting stage, when Lu Feng turned around, Dai Mubai's eyes suddenly contracted:
"It's him! He's still alive!"