CHAPTER 109: Halting the Match, the Six Imperial Tokens of Tiandou!
"Senior Qin Ming, please immediately notify the organizers of the Great Spirit Arena and halt the match!!"
"What?"
Hearing Zhou Chen's words, Qin Ming was completely stunned.
Halt the match?
Was there a legitimate reason for this?
Moreover, was the match of the Tiandou Great Spirit Arena something that could be halted just like that?
How many factions' interests were involved here? How many tens of thousands of Gold Spirit Coins had been wagered?
"I said, halt the match!"
Seeing Qin Ming standing there dumbfounded and still not moving, Zhou Chen glanced at him coldly and spoke.
"Zhou Chen, this..."
Qin Ming's face was filled with reluctance.
He was just of commoner origin. Although he had good talent and was the second youngest Spirit Emperor in the history of the continent according to Spirit Hall records, even hailed as a future Title Douluo.
But the problem was, he was ultimately not a Title Douluo!
A place like the Tiandou Great Spirit Arena, with the forces backing it, even a Title Douluo might not dare to provoke!
Seeing Qin Ming's hesitation, Zhou Chen lost all patience. With a wave of his hand, he fiercely threw a colorful token onto the ground before Qin Ming, making a loud clang!
Qin lowered his head and took just one look, and his entire body couldn't help but tremble!
On the token, there were clearly six patterns!
A long sword, a hammer, a dragon, a crown, a chrysanthemum... and a little ghost!
These six martial souls were closely fitted together and imprinted on this token.
"The Six Imperial Tokens... this... this is the Pope's Token of Spirit Hall!"
At this moment, Qin Ming looked at Zhou Chen with an incredulous gaze, and even his voice started to tremble.
Although he was not a member of Spirit Hall, he knew what the Pope's Token was!
Seeing the token was like seeing the Pope himself. This was the Pope's Token!
"Good that you know."
Zhou Chen stood with his hands behind his back, not even turning his head, and said coldly: "Pick it up, and with your fastest speed, find the person in charge of the Great Spirit Arena. Tell him to immediately stop the match, mobilize the guarding Spirit Masters of the arena, lure the Blood Soul Team away from the competition stage, and then capture them all!"
"Remember, be cautious and do not arouse the suspicion of the Blood Soul Team. Otherwise, once they resort to desperate measures and harm my woman, I will execute all the responsible persons of the arena, leaving none alive!"
"Do you understand?"
"Understood! I obey!!"
Without another word, Qin Ming picked up the token and immediately dashed out!
And in his heart, there was an extra mix of fear and excitement!
What forces were behind Zhou Chen, that they could actually produce the Pope's Token?
He also wondered what was suspicious about the Blood Soul Team that would make Zhou Chen willing to use the Pope's Token just to capture them!
Seeing Qin Ming leave, Zhou Chen turned and looked at Shi Feng, who had long been on high alert, and said in a deep voice: "Old Shi, next, I may need to trouble you."
"The old man is at your service, please give your orders!"
Shi Feng directly knelt on one knee, speaking with utmost respect.
"Simple. In a moment, you may need to use your eight soul rings to intimidate the entire Great Spirit Arena."
Zhou Chen sneered and said slowly: "After all, a Spirit Douluo is far more intimidating than my four-ring Spirit Ancestor at level 50!"
Hearing this, Shi Feng cupped his fists in salute, his aged voice containing unquestionable determination:
"Leave it to the old man. Today, while the young master handles his business, whoever dares to act rashly, this old man will surely grind them to dust!"
"Thank you for your help."
Zhou Chen nodded and looked again toward the direction of the central main competition stage.
At this time, the Huangdou Team and the Blood Soul Team had not yet started fighting. Instead, they were staring at each other, shifting their formations, and gathering their strength.
The Huangdou Team was stunned by the killing intent and bloody aura of the Blood Soul Team and didn't dare to act rashly.
As for Yu Tianmeng, it was because of the drag from Dugu Yan and the others.
After all, although she was confident she could fight seven alone, she still had to divide her attention to protect the others. If her protection was inadequate and something happened to Ye Lingling or Dugu Yan, Yu Tianmeng estimated her good days would be over.
And the seven members of the Blood Soul Team were waiting for the right moment to strike.
That's right, just as Zhou Chen had guessed, they were the Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Of course, now they called themselves Blood Soul Masters.
The colorless and odorless blood fog released by these seven members of the Blood Soul Team was a secret art researched by Blood Infant Douluo.
Once this secret art entered the human body, it only took a few seconds for an Evil Soul Master to control the other person's blood.
Just like now, although they didn't have the cultivation of Blood Infant Douluo and could directly explode the other person's blood, they could also make the blood of Dugu Yan and others flow backward, instantly severely injuring them or even causing cardiac arrest.
The problem was, once their secret of being able to control others' blood was discovered in public, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, their identity as Blood Soul Masters would be exposed.
What awaited them would only be the annihilation by Spirit Hall—absolutely a dead end.
Therefore, the Blood Soul Team never controlled the backward flow of their opponents' blood at the beginning of a match.
They would patiently wait until both sides were locked in intense battle, and one person was injured, or even seriously injured, before suddenly launching their secret art, making that person's blood flow backward and their heart stop, causing instant death.
In this way, the opposing team with a death would undoubtedly lose.
And the cause of death would be classified as: sudden cardiac arrest due to serious injuries received during the intense battle earlier, which was considered an accident during the spirit battle, and no one could blame the Blood Soul Team.
Even less would they suspect that it was the Blood Soul Team's secret art of controlling blood that caused the death.
And this secret art was exactly what Zhou Chen was wary of.
The reason Zhou Chen had Qin Ming halt the match, set up an ambush, and wait for the Blood Soul Team to give up using their secret art and exit the competition stage before taking action was precisely because he feared that in their desperation, they would resort to desperate measures and launch their secret art prematurely on the competition stage, causing irreparable casualties.
After all, no matter how powerful Ye Lingling's Nine-Hearted Begonia was, it couldn't save a dead person with an exploded heart.
Moreover, this person with an exploded heart could very well be herself.
Otherwise, with Zhou Chen's decisive nature, he would have long since flown out on his sword and used the Xuanyuan Sword to instantly kill these seven trash.
So Zhou Chen was also waiting, waiting for Qin Ming's news.
At this time, in an office of the Tiandou Great Spirit Arena.
A tall, imposing middle-aged man was standing in the office, his hands behind his back, looking at the hurriedly arriving Qin Ming with an arrogant expression.
"What did you say? Halt the match?"
The middle-aged man looked at Qin Ming coldly and berated him: "You young people simply don't know the heights of heaven and earth! You say stop and it stops? Do you have any idea how many families and sects are supporting us behind the Great Spirit Arena?"
"Do you have any idea that both Spirit Hall and the Tiandou Imperial Family have also taken a share of the profits in the Great Spirit Arena?"
"Do you have any idea how many noble families, powerful Spirit Masters, and how many citizens of Tiandou have placed heavy bets on these two teams?"
"If you halt the match and cause them serious losses, can you afford the responsibility?"
"I can afford it."
Qin Ming took out the Pope's Token, thrust it before the middle-aged man's face, and said coldly: "Recognize this?"
"This... the Pope's Token!"
The middle-aged man was shocked, his legs went weak, and he directly knelt before Qin Ming.
"This subordinate will handle it immediately! I will not disappoint you, my lord!"
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