Douluo: My Wife is Focalors

At night, people who have worked hard all day rarely relax and rest.

For a big city like Soutuo City, the evening is just the beginning of the day.

The lights in the city are brightly lit, no different from daytime.

There are not many entertainment projects on Douluo Continent, and the most famous project in the evening is tantamount to soul fighting in the soul fighting arena!

Most civilians cannot become soul masters. As long as they spend less than a ticket fee, they can watch soul masters fight. This kind of thing is something that most civilians dare not even think about, but in the soul-fighting arena, there is such a thing.

This is also one of the reasons for the enduring popularity of the fighting spirit arena.

"That's great. My husband, Neuvillette, will be hosting again today. I'm so excited."

"Didn't you see that the night before yesterday, a player named Tang San made a foul? My husband jumped up and punched the player, and then..."

Listening to the discussions of the people around him, Tang San's face was full of dark lines. He never thought that one day he would become the background of other people's stories.

'I am used as stepping stone to show how good Neuvillette is. Is it impossible to forget that punch.'

"This damn Neuvillette has a way to die. And the damn audience."

Tang San was originally very upset because of Xiao Wu's incident, but he was ridiculed by these audience members. How could he bear this?

Even being ridiculed by the guard, Tang San believed that the other party had a plan to kill him; how could he endure such a bad breath?

It's just that he may not be Neuvillette's opponent now, and with his background in the spirit arena, Tang San didn't dare act rashly now.

There were two reasons why he hated the Soul Fighting Arena so much and still came there.

First, if he wanted to graduate from Shrek Academy, he had to become a Soul Ancestor-level powerhouse before the age of twenty. In addition, he also had to obtain the Silver Badge of the Soul Fighting Field.

Becoming a soul Ancestor before the age of twenty was easy for Tang San, but it was the second requirement that made him a little unsure.

Regardless of this small silver badge, Dai Mubai had been in the spirit fighting arena for three years, but he was still only a bronze player.

Tang San's idea was very simple; before he reached level 30, his opponent were just Soul Grand master. If he could win as many games as he will, because he is invincible in Soul Grand master level!

Second, it was because Tang San wanted to make some extra money. As long as he won a game, he could get a reward of ten gold soul coins, and it would stack up with the winning streak.

At the Soul Grand master level, he could only receive a subsidy of 10 gold soul coins from the Martial Soul Hall every month. This amount of money was simply not enough.

Tonight, the only person who came to the spirit fighting arena with him was Ma Hongjun.

Dai Mubai was seriously injured and couldn't move around at all, let alone come to the soul-fighting arena to fight souls.

Xiao Wu was slightly injured, but there wasn't much of a problem, and she still needed to recover for a few days.

Oscar didn't know what was going on. He was practicing in seclusion and should be about to break through to level 30.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong left Shrek Academy and are now on their way to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect.

Only Ma Hongjun, who had nothing to do, would follow Tang San to the spirit fighting arena to practice.

Of course, Ma Hongjun would subconsciously stay away from Tang San, but he had not forgotten that the night before yesterday, this guy had the idea of killing him and Oscar.

For people like Tang San, it was better to stay away from him. Along the way, neither of them said a word, and they were very silent.

In order not to listen to any gossip, Tang San silently went to the registration office to sign up. He was afraid that he would not be able to stop himself from taking action against those ordinary people.

'These people all have a plan for death. Not only do they judge people by their appearance, they also use me, Tang San, as a backdrop to slap others in the face. Even if this is the truth, I, Tang San, still won't accept it.'

'I lost because I was attacked by surprise.'

Ma Hongjun also signed up, and then the two of them came to the players' rest area, where it was much quieter.

"Tang San, Ma Hongjun?"

"This is what Lord Neuvillette told you."

"It just so happens that they are Soul Grand masters."

The person in charge of assigning which arena the contestants should go to murmured.

In the morning, Neuvillette explained that if certain people came to the Soul Fighting Field, they would be directly assigned to the side he was responsible for.

This kind of thing did not violate the rules, nor did it violate justice. It was just a change of venue for the players. There was no difference between who was the host and who was the referee.

The person in charge agreed wholeheartedly and wrote down not only the names but also the code names.

Code names like Thousand-Armed Shura, Evil-Eyed White Tiger, and Soft-Bone Charming Rabbit. These code names had not yet been registered in the Soul Fighting Arena, but if Neuvillette said this, he must have a reason.

On Neuvillette's side, someone looked at the two girls on the stand speechlessly.

'Did they came her for fight or came here to show their figure? Why are they only staring at Referee instead of looking at their opponent.'

Neuvillette spread his hands helplessly. The two of them did not violate the rules; they just disrespected the arena and their opponents.

The audience and the girls in the audience felt that these two contestants were too pretentious. They are here not for fighting in the arena and whenever there would be a light touch from opponent they would just shout...

"It hurts~"

'Two little bitches!!!'

The male audience members remained silent, but their throats kept rolling. They decided that from now on, Neuvillette would be their big brother, and they must always come to support him.

How could they enjoy such beautiful scenery without their elder brother?

No, what, big brother?

"Father!"

Time passed minute by minute; almost half an hour passed.

"Player Tang San, please go to Branch Arena No. 8!"

Seated on the chair, Tang San was taken aback as the broadcast resonated around him.

'Branch Arena No. 8 again?'

He frowned. To be honest, he has a shadow on Arena No. 8 now.

When he came to the Soul Fighting Arena the day before yesterday, there were two Soul Fighting matches, one 1v1 and one 2v2. They were all held in Arena No. 8, and the referee was Neuvillette.

'That Neuvillette!'

Speaking of this person, Tang San couldn't help but feel angry in his heart; he always felt that Neuvillette was targeting him.

"I don't know if he is the referee or not in this game."

Thinking of this, Tang San stood up and prepared to go to the eighth arena.

Once new, twice familiar. He had been to Arena No. 8 twice, so he was naturally very familiar with it.

"Player Tang San, proceed to Arena No. 8!"

"Player Ma Hongjun, head to Arena No. 8!"

Tang San paused in his advance and subconsciously looked at Ma Hongjun, who also looked confused.

'Another civil war?'

It was Tang San's first fight with Zhu Zhuqing. Playing against Ma Hongjun in the second game?

"You and I are both Soul Grand masters and have the same badge level. It's normal for us to match."

Ma Hongjun said this after coming back to his senses.

'Fight with Tang San? Wasn't that just right?'

Two days ago, in the early morning, it was this guy and Xiao Wu who stopped his good deeds and beat him up. Just in time, old and new grudges were settled together.