NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 27: Chapter 27
Chapter 27: Too Bullying
Fortunately, most of the audience was unaware of Bibi Dong's true strength. Zhao Ling, however, knew better. Betting his meager 300 gold soul coins on her would soon yield over 2,000 gold soul coins. With repeated wins, the profits would grow exponentially, and that thought alone felt exhilarating.
The onlookers, however, didn't share his confidence.
The spectators around the betting table stared at Zhao Ling as if he were a fool. Why would anyone bet on that seemingly delicate girl to win?
"She's so weak," someone snickered. "Even if she beat that low-level soul master yesterday, she didn't show any impressive strength. This guy's about to lose every coin he has."
Many chuckled at Zhao Ling's expense, confident that his wager was doomed. But Zhao Ling ignored their ridicule. Once the bets were closed, he took Ah Yin by the arm and headed toward the ring where Bibi Dong was about to fight.
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Bibi Dong's opponent, a man who appeared to be in his 40s, had no idea of the trouble he was walking into. When she stepped into the ring, his eyes lit up with greed.
He recognized her from the day before—the beautiful woman who had stepped forward to aid a low-level soul master. A lecherous grin spread across his face as he ogled her.
"Girl, you'd better step down now," he sneered. "This ring isn't a place for a pretty thing like you. But if you want a private duel, we don't have to do it here… my bed will do just fine."
His voice dripped with mockery as his eyes shamelessly roved over her body. To him, Bibi Dong was just a naive girl, probably with a soul power barely above level 30. There was no way she could match his strength.
He thought his "kind warning" was an act of generosity she should be grateful for.
Bibi Dong didn't dignify his comments with a response. Her icy glare cut through him like a blade, and a cold smile curved her lips as her Death Spider Emperor martial soul manifested behind her.
Five soul rings—one yellow, three purple, and one black—rose majestically around her.
"Level 53 Control System Battle Soul King, Bibi Dong," she announced coolly. "Please, enlighten me."
The arena erupted in shock.
Five soul rings?! A yellow, three purple, and a black?!
This young girl—who looked no older than 16 or 17—was already a level 53 Battle Soul King? The crowd buzzed with disbelief. Those who had bet against her sank into despair.
Her opponent's smug expression instantly crumbled. His pupils dilated in horror as his mind raced.
She's only a teenager… but her strength surpasses mine? What kind of monstrous talent is this?!
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As the referee signaled the start of the match, the man hastily summoned his martial soul and prepared to launch an attack. But Bibi Dong, her anger fueling her speed, was faster.
Her third soul skill, Spider Web Binding, shot out, ensnaring his face and cutting off his airways.
Panic overtook him as he clawed at the sticky threads. Unable to breathe or admit defeat, he was left completely vulnerable.
Bibi Dong wasted no time. She closed the distance and unleashed a flurry of blows, her fists raining down like a relentless storm.
Though their soul power levels were close, their combat prowess was worlds apart. The man was utterly outclassed. In less than four minutes, his face was swollen beyond recognition. By the time Bibi Dong was done, he resembled a pig more than a man.
With a disdainful flick of her wrist, she tossed him off the ring like a piece of garbage.
Zhao Ling watched the scene with an amused grin. He knew Bibi Dong's fury stemmed from more than the fight—it was clear she was venting her frustration over Ah Yin. If this hadn't been a regulated match, her opponent might not have left the ring alive.
The referee announced Bibi Dong's victory and asked if she needed a rest. She shook her head and replied calmly, "Next."
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Her second opponent was a control-type soul king with a soul power of 54—one level higher than hers. Yet, even with the advantage, he didn't stand a chance. In just two minutes, she had him defeated and humiliated.
"Next," she said again.
Her third challenger, a level 53 war soul king with a Powerful Gorilla martial soul, stepped up. Despite his impressive physique and decent martial soul, he too was no match for Bibi Dong's Death Spider Emperor. She dispatched him with ease.
The pattern continued. In her first ten matches, Bibi Dong's opponents either surrendered outright or were beaten so thoroughly they were thrown from the ring.
Her dominance caused a stir among the audience. Many had lost significant bets on her matches and demanded that the arena arrange a more suitable challenger.
The Great Fighting Soul Arena eventually brought in a formidable opponent: a level 57 war soul king who appeared to be in his mid-40s.
When Bibi Dong saw him step onto the stage, her lips curled into a predatory smile. This was the outlet she had been waiting for.
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The fight began, and the man quickly realized he was in trouble. Bibi Dong's relentless assault left him no room to breathe. Her attacks were precise, calculated, and fueled by a rage he couldn't understand.
Within minutes, his composure crumbled. He wanted nothing more than to escape.
Desperate, he tried to leap off the ring and forfeit the match, but Bibi Dong had other plans. Her Spider Web Binding snagged him mid-air and dragged him back into the fray.
"No one leaves without my permission," she said coldly, resuming her brutal assault.
The man cried out, his voice cracking with despair. 'Why is this happening? What did I do to deserve this?'
He searched his memory for answers. 'Did I wrong her in a past life? Did I abandon her when she was young?' He found no explanation for the nightmare he was enduring.
The crowd watched in stunned silence. Even those who had lost bets couldn't help but feel sympathy for the poor man.
When the fight finally ended, the man was carried off the stage on a stretcher, his body bruised and his spirit broken. Though his injuries would heal with time, the psychological scars would linger.
As soon as he was discharged, he called for a carriage and fled Soto City, vowing never to return to the Great Fighting Soul Arena.
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Zhao Ling couldn't stop grinning. "That's my girl," he muttered, his eyes shining with admiration.
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