Chapter 119: Familiar and Unfamiliar Rivals.
"Hey, everyone, have you heard? It's said that the genius young spirit master 'Taotie' who suddenly appeared three years ago and then disappeared without a trace seems to have returned."
A middle-aged man huddled up next to a few of his friends in the Sky Dou Soul Arena and whispered.
"Hmm! Old Wu, where did you get the news?"
"Hey, it's nothing special. The people in the Sky Dou Soul Arena have already spread the news."
Another man standing next to Old Wu pointed at the crowds of people in the Sky Dou Soul Arena, which were twice as large as usual, and said disdainfully, "Look! These are all people who heard the news from the Sky Dou Soul Arena and came to see 'Taotie' fighting spirits."
"Fuck! Old Wang, if you knew all along, you didn't tell us. You're really not nice."
The man named Old Wu, upon hearing Old Wang's words, instantly frowned, his face filled with embarrassment.
"Tsk, do I even need to explain that? 'Taotie' three years ago was truly remarkable, wasn't he? He won every duel. Damn, he got a Gold Dou Soul in less than a month. He's a monster."
"Anyway, if you know the news and don't tell me, it's not very kind of you."
"Well, since you say so, you and your wife can come to my house tonight and I'll treat you to dinner."
Old Wu, upon hearing Old Wang's words, said, "That's fine..."
...
"Is this news true?"
In the VIP section of the Tiandou Dou Soul Arena, an elegant middle-aged man looked at the man kneeling on one knee and asked.
"I've checked many times, it must be true."
"Is that so?"
Hearing the man's assurance, the middle-aged man's eyes flickered with thought. He waved to the kneeling man and said, "You may leave for now."
"Yes."
As the man withdrew, the door to the VIP section suddenly opened silently, and a man walked in.
"Master, it's time to go back."
An old man with a gaunt face, his muscles and skin shrunken, his eye sockets sunken, resembling a skeleton.
A few sparse white hairs clung to his scalp, making him look as ungainly as could be, and his entire being exuded an eerie presence.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Uncle Gu, let's first watch the next one-on-one soul duel."
"Hmm? Master..."
Before the old man could finish, the middle-aged man said lightly, "We've confirmed the players for the next one-on-one, and one of them is Taotie."
"Hmm!"
The old man's eyes lit up at this. "Feng Zhi, you're talking about the Taotie from three years ago."
"Exactly."
The old man angrily sat down next to the middle-aged man. "I want to see what kind of person this kid is! How could he kidnap my beloved little princess?"
...
In the private room.
Xuan Mo was looking at the opponent's profile in his hand. "Level 49, Agility Attack, War Soul Sect, Unknown Martial Soul."
"Wow, quite mysterious, isn't it?"
Xuan Mo said, but when his eyes landed on the opponent's name, his pupils narrowed slightly.
"Ballot Ride, it's actually him," Xuan Mo muttered, a trace of solemnity crossing his face as memories of the past surfaced.
"Why is he in the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena?" Back when Xuan Mo was at the Barak Kingdom's Junior Soul Master Academy, he had heard of the strength of this senior, a full five years his senior. He was both familiar and strangely unfamiliar.
However, Xuan Mo remembered the comments made by everyone at the academy: "A blood shadow surrounds him, dispersing but not extinguishing. Very strange." His Martial Soul was unknown to any student except his former teacher.
"Extremely strange Martial Soul, Ballot Ride, come and see your true spirit."
Xuan Mo set down the information in his hand and slowly closed his eyes to adjust his state for the upcoming Soul Battle.
...
After an incense stick, the announcement suddenly blared from the loudspeaker.
"Next battle: Taotie vs. Balotelaide. Players who can hear the announcement, please prepare."
"Oh, is it my turn?"
Xuan Mo opened his eyes and stood up, leaving the private room.
As Xuan Mo entered the corridor of the Great Soul Fighting Arena, Balotelaide, clad in a blood-red robe, also approached from the other side.
"I'm sure there's no need for an introduction. Everyone here knows the record of this player, 'Taotie.' Three years ago, he won every match in the Tiandou Great Soul Fighting Arena, instantly becoming famous. Unfortunately, he disappeared, and now, he's back!"
"Taotie!"
"Taotie!"
The host's voice and performance were both exaggerated, highlighting Xuan Mo's strength and drawing cheers from the audience.
After all, a large portion of the audience at the Tiandou Grand Soul Arena came for the title of "Taotie."
"Taotie's opponent is Balotelade, who's participating in the first day of the Soul Arena. Let's wait and see!" The host offered a brief introduction to Balotelade, his tone clearly expressing a pessimistic view of him.
However, just as there were those who supported Xuan Mo, there were also those who supported Balotelade, some of whom were infatuated with his captivating good looks...
Meanwhile, in the VIP seats, the elegant middle-aged man and the haggard old man remained, listening to the reports from the staff below.
"What is the identity of that Barlotreid?"
"According to investigation, Barlotreid is a noble of the Barak Kingdom and the eldest son of the Barlot family. For some unknown reason, he had a conflict with his family, which caused him to temporarily leave the Barak Kingdom Advanced Soul Master Academy and travel alone."
"The Barak Kingdom has been very close to the Spirit Hall recently..."
The middle-aged man fumbled with the teacup in his hand, muttered, and asked, "Then what is the cultivation level and age of this Barlotreid now?"
The man kneeling on one knee did not hesitate and said directly, "His cultivation level is already forty-nine levels. As for his age, he will be twenty years old in just one month."
"Oh!"
The middle-aged man's eyes lit up slightly, and he put down the teacup, "This achievement is no less than the three golden generations of the Spirit Hall. I didn't expect to meet such a genius."
"The sect leader has taken a fancy to that blood-robed kid."
At this time, the old man waved his hand to let the man go, then looked at the middle-aged man and said.
"That's right," the middle-aged man didn't deny. "This Barot Rider, barring any unexpected events, will become a Titled Douluo within thirty years."
"But he's a noble of the Barak Kingdom, and as you said, the Barak Kingdom has been very close to the Spirit Hall lately."
"How can we know if we don't try? Besides, I'm not trying to win over their family, I'm just trying to win over this young man, Barot Rider." The middle-aged man simply waved his hand at the old man's words and then set his sights on Xuan Mo.
"Of course, the ultimate target is still that kid."
"Humph!"
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