Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I Am the White Emperor of Heaven!

However, although Dai Chengfeng understood that this was Bibi Dong's arrangement, it wasn't easy to refuse either her or Yue Guan.

Thus, he nodded indifferently at the manager. "No problem. We'll follow Elder Yue Guan's arrangements."

"Thank you for your understanding sir."

The manager thanked Dai Chengfeng repeatedly before excusing himself and hurrying away.

In the lounge, only Dai Chengfeng and Hu Liena remained.

Leaning back on the plush sofa, Dai Chengfeng gazed at the two-way mirror wall in front of him, his eyes deep in thought:

Who would he face next?

Would it be Tang San and Ma Hongjun?

Or perhaps Dai Mubai and Oscar?

However, no matter who the opponent was, Dai Chengfeng didn't care much.

Crushing Tang San had been a lifelong wish from his previous life, while crushing Dai Mubai was simply because, in this life, the latter had always looked down on him.

For a moment, thinking about the upcoming battle, a flicker of anticipation gleamed in Dai Chengfeng's eyes.

Meanwhile, backstage at the Great Soul Battle Arena, in Yu Xiaogang's lounge.

Knock-knock-knock…

A rapid knocking sound suddenly rang out.

Hearing the knock, Yu Xiaogang gently placed his celadon teacup on the rosewood tea table inside the lounge.

"Come in!"

Soon, the door opened slowly, and the black-clad manager of the Great Soul Battle Arena entered. His gaze subtly swept over the members of Shrek Academy.

He couldn't help but wonder how these individuals, whose soul power levels were at most 29, had managed to…

Draw such attention that Elder Yue Guan personally instructed them to send the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation to specifically suppress them.

But curiosity aside.

Years of experience in the Great Soul Battle Arena had taught him to maintain an appropriate smile no matter what he was thinking.

"You all are truly remarkable talents!"

The manager quickly spoke, his voice filled with just the right amount of flattery. "A five-match winning streak is rare even in our low-level matches here in Spirit City's Great Soul Battle Arena!"

He paused, pulling out a scroll of parchment from his sleeve and lightly running his finger over the densely packed records of battles. "However, given your strength…"

"Continuing to dominate in low-level matches would be a waste of talent, wouldn't it?"

"Would you be interested in taking on a more stimulating challenge? A cross-tier battle where the opponents suppress their soul power!"

"A cross-tier battle?"

Yu Xiaogang's brows instantly furrowed into a deep "川" shape, his right hand unconsciously rubbing the edge of the teacup.

As a self-proclaimed master theorist of the spirit master world, he fully understood what a cross-tier battle meant.

Even if the opponents suppressed their soul power, the advantages of high-level spirit masters in terms of spiritual energy, combat experience, and physical strength were not easily countered by lower-level spirit masters.

But at this moment—

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Ma Hongjun jumped up from his seat, his face brimming with arrogance. "These low-level opponents aren't even enough to warm me up!"

"Bring on some stronger ones—I want to test my newly acquired soul skill!"

He puffed out his chest, his eyes gleaming with excitement, already imagining himself dominating the arena.

Dai Mubai elegantly crossed his legs, a confident smirk curling his lips. "Indeed, I've grown tired of these unchallenging battles."

"And so what if it's cross-tier?"

"As long as they suppress their soul power, I, Dai Mubai, won't lose to anyone!"

Oscar frowned slightly, but seeing Dai Mubai's confident demeanor, as an auxiliary spirit master, he swallowed his words before they left his mouth.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang observed everyone's reactions, finally resting his gaze on Tang San—the disciple he was most proud of.

"Xiao San, what do you think?"

Tang San crossed his arms. "Teacher, low-level opponents can't improve our practical combat skills."

"If they're willing to suppress their soul power, this could be a good opportunity to test our strength. And…"

His eyes flashed with sharpness. "I'd also like to see just how much stronger so-called high-level spirit masters are under equal conditions."

With Tang San's affirmative response, the scales in Yu Xiaogang's heart finally tipped.

"Good!"

He nodded firmly. "Since you all feel this way…"

He turned to the manager. "We accept the cross-tier battle!"

Watching this group of young people who had no idea what they were getting into, the manager inwardly shook his head, silently mourning for them.

Poor kids, you have no idea who you're about to face!

But his face remained plastered with a smile. "Your courage is truly admirable!"

"I'll make the arrangements immediately and ensure you face opponents worthy of your strength!"

"Just arrange it!"

Ma Hongjun waved his hand impatiently, already eager to step onto the arena.

The manager bowed and exited the lounge, and the moment the door closed, his smile vanished, replaced by a hint of pity.

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Soon, in the lounge of Dai Chengfeng and Hu Liena.

Dai Chengfeng still lounged lazily on the velvet sofa, idly playing with his soul-guidance ring.

In his mind, he was contemplating his fourth soul ring and how to swiftly defeat his opponents in the upcoming match…

Hu Liena sat beside the mirrored wall, using it as a mirror to carefully groom her shoulder-length hair, unintentionally exuding the seductive charm unique to her fox spirit.

"Master, everything has been arranged!"

The manager hurried in. "To avoid arousing suspicion, I've specially arranged two weaker cross-tier opponents for them first."

"Elder Yue Guan said—lift them higher, and when they fall, it will hurt even more!"

Upon hearing this, Dai Chengfeng shook his head in resignation.

Bibi Dong, you really have a twisted sense of humor.

If someone lacked confidence, wouldn't such a blow completely crush them?

Hu Liena nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes glinting with curiosity as she glanced at Dai Chengfeng.

"Dai Chengfeng, what do you think those people on the other side did to offend Elder Yue Guan?"

Dai Chengfeng shrugged. "Who knows?"

But deep down, he knew perfectly well…

It was nothing more than love turning into hate!

For a moment, the two fell silent again.

Until cheers erupted once more from the lounge of Shrek Academy.

"Another two victories!"

Ma Hongjun leapt up excitedly, his excess fat jiggling with the movement.

Dai Mubai smirked. "See? Even high-level spirit masters—so what?"

"As long as they suppress their strength, they're just paper tigers in front of us!"

Tang San also nodded arrogantly. "Turns out Spirit City isn't all that impressive. Their so-called young geniuses are nothing but a bunch of nobodies who've never seen true 'monsters'!"

Though Oscar didn't express himself as flamboyantly as the others, a trace of a smile lingered on his face.

And watching his disciples' spirited demeanor, Yu Xiaogang's pride and satisfaction were impossible to hide.

After all, these were cross-tier battles—and they were still achieving consecutive victories.

"I, Yu Xiaogang, am truly a genius. Look how powerful the students I've trained are!"

Just then, the referee's voice came from outside the door again. "Members of Shrek Academy, prepare to enter the arena once more!"

In Dai Chengfeng and Hu Liena's lounge, the manager walked in again, his face adorned with a respectful smile. "Masters, the stage has been set—it's time for you two to take the field."

Hearing this, Hu Liena stretched lazily, her fox tail swaying gently behind her.

"Finally, it's our turn!"

Dai Chengfeng stood up, straightened his sleek black outfit, and smirked. "The curtain… has risen!"

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