Seeing that Wu Xu was merely circling around him without launching an attack, Yu Yan, unable to keep up in terms of speed, covered his entire body with Frost Scale Armor, activating its full power.
A fierce chill emanated from the Frost Scale Armor, enveloping the relatively small Soul Fighting Arena.
"Since you're not planning to attack, then be affected by my chill."
Wu Xu, who was rushing through the cold air looking for an opportunity to sneak attack, suddenly felt a sliver of chill after staying in it for a short while.
Correspondingly, his speed was also affected to a certain extent.
Wu Xu did not choose to attack; he wanted to wait until Yu Yan's spirit power was exhausted and he showed a weakness, then deliver a fatal blow.
"What cool ice armor!"
"This Spirit looks so refreshing. If I could have a boyfriend like this in the summer, how cool would that be?"
"Wu Xu, step it up! Don't lose face! Go up and shatter his turtle shell!! I bet everything on you winning!!!"
As Wu Xu and Yu Yan faced off, shouts came from the audience; they were even more excited than the two Spirit Masters fighting on the stage.
The most excited among them was the short, fat man who had bet his entire fortune on Wu Xu. He stood up from his chair, waving his fist and shouting the loudest in the arena, hoping Wu Xu could defeat Yu Yan.
"Tch, that guy thinks he can defeat Yu Yan? He's dreaming."
Knowing that Yu Yan still hadn't used his Fire Fish Skill, Xiao Wu curled her lip in disdain, replying to the short, fat middle-aged man's words in a voice only she could hear.
Time passed slowly, and the chill of the Frost Scale Armor reached a peak, causing frost to condense on parts of the field.
With such continuous full-power output, only three-tenths of the spirit power in Yu Yan's body remained.
"This kid, is he really only Rank 12? Why do I feel like his spirit power is even greater than mine? My spirit power is running low, yet he's still releasing cold air."
Wu Xu, who had not yet stopped running, exhaled a breath of hot air that turned into white mist. The confusion in his eyes grew; he couldn't understand it, he really couldn't understand.
The spirit power Yu Yan had cultivated by absorbing purple qi and Moonlight was much higher in quality than the spirit power cultivated by ordinary Spirit Masters; this was the true reason Yu Yan could endure for so long.
In this somewhat eerie chill, Wu Xu, whose legs were already starting to stiffen, mobilized his remaining spirit power, preparing for a final struggle.
Wu Xu's Incarnation as a black shadow surged with pale black energy as he pounced toward Yu Yan like a vicious wolf, as if intending to tear him to pieces.
Unfortunately, while this move seemed fierce, it actually had no effect at all.
How could the Frost Scale Armor, which even Yu Qingfeng had to struggle to break, be pierced by Wu Xu, a Rank 15 First Ring Spirit Master?
Wu Xu's Wolf Pounce landed on the back of the Frost Scale Armor, leaving only a white mark on the ice armor.
Yu Yan hadn't just stood there during Wu Xu's attack; he reached out and grabbed him just as Wu Xu tried to retreat.
"Do you surrender?"
Looking at Wu Xu, who no longer had the desire to fight, Yu Yan asked for his thoughts.
"I surrender."
With his wrist gripped by his opponent, no matter how persistent Wu Xu was, he could only admit the fact of his defeat.
"I announce that the winner of this battle is Yu Yan, possessor of the Ice and Fire Twin Fish! We thank him for contributing such a wonderful battle and for letting us witness such a rare Spirit."
As the old man stepped forward to announce the result of the battle, staff members quickly went onto the stage to clear up the mess on the Soul Fighting platform.
Yu Yan registered the result of the battle with the staff at Sub-Arena 28 of the Balak Great Spirit Arena and collected the winner's 10 gold coins.
Leaving the competition area, Yu Yan met Xiao Wu outside Sub-Arena 28, a smile hanging on her face.
"Yu Yan, guess how many gold coins we earned by betting on you to win?"
Seeing Yu Yan walk out of the contestant passage, Xiao Wu happily came to his side and asked him to guess how much money they made.
"Earned 10 gold coins?"
Carefully studying Xiao Wu's expression, Yu Yan felt they must have earned quite a bit, so he guessed as high as he could.
"No."
Without waiting for Yu Yan to keep guessing, Xiao Wu, who could no longer hide her excitement, shared it with him:
"Because you're so young and your Spirit Power Level isn't as high as that Wu Xu's, basically no one bet on you to win. That thing called the odds was a full 1:5! I bet 4 gold coins and ended up getting back 20 gold coins."
After speaking, Xiao Wu placed a small bag in front of Yu Yan, showing that the money bag contained 20 gold coins.
"Good grief, that's more profit than the battle I won."
Yu Yan had thought the odds might be high, but he hadn't expected them to be this high. Odds of 1:5—just how much did those people look down on me?
Wait!
Suddenly realizing something, Yu Yan asked with a smile: "Xiao Wu, do you think they might also think you can't win?"
"I think they will, hehehe."
At the thought that these 20 gold coins could also double, the smile on Xiao Wu's face became even more pronounced.
With mischievous smiles on their faces, Yu Yan and Xiao Wu returned to the registration desk, and Xiao Wu stepped forward to register.
A Spirit Master can only participate in one Spirit Duel per day in the Spirit Arena.
Yu Yan loathed this hateful rule; if a Spirit Master could compete repeatedly, he would definitely have broken three digits in gold coins in the Spirit Arena today.
From another perspective, the Great Spirit Arena set this rule precisely to prevent powerful Spirit Masters like Yu Yan from treating the arena as an ATM; they operated the arena for profit, not to be someone else's cash cow.
If you're strong enough, you can make some pocket money in the arena, but you can't treat the arena like a piece of fat to be devoured.
After a simple Rank certification, Xiao Wu also obtained a Copper Badge from the Spirit Arena.
After Xiao Wu finished registering, Yu Yan stepped forward and explained to the staff his application to register for a 2V2 Spirit Duel.
Winning a team match would yield a reward of 20 gold coins; Yu Yan wouldn't miss an opportunity to hone his skills and make money.
"Alright, may I ask what your two-person team name is?"
The staff member took the Copper Badges from Yu Yan and Xiao Wu, linked the two in the system for a team, and then asked what they wanted to name the team.
"Ever Victorious Combination."
Yu Yan spoke their team name. The meaning of Ever Victorious Combination was the hope that they would be victorious in every battle, which in Yu Yan's view was a quite excellent team name.
Regarding the team name, Xiao Wu had wanted to call it the Yan-Wu Combination, taking one character from each of their names to represent them both.
This team name was flatly rejected by Yu Yan on the grounds that it was too cliché and lacked creativity.
And after hearing the domineering name Ever Victorious Combination and its arrogant meaning, Xiao Wu no longer fussed over the Yan-Wu Combination; she wanted to be victorious in every battle.
The staff member calmly finished the registration and handed the start times for Xiao Wu's individual duel and the team match to the two of them: "The team name has been recorded, and the matches have been scheduled. Just go to your matches when it's time."