Chapter 13 Northern Battle Arena, Jun Moxiao and Ye Yushengfan (
The nights in the Northern City are always more bustling than the days.
If the North is a solemn military stronghold by day, then the North at night is a steel jungle unleashing its wild side. And at the heart of this jungle lies the Northern Arena, located in the northwest corner of the city.
This was a massive circular building, constructed entirely of hard black rock, its outer walls covered with a thick layer of ice that reflected a chilling light under the illumination of the lamps. The deafening cheers and roars carried for miles, even through the thick walls.
"This is the Great Soul Arena?"
Standing in front of the massive archway, Ye Shaotian shrank back, looking at the burly men and scantily clad female soul masters coming and going, feeling like a little lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves.
"What, scared?" Mingyue held a folding fan in her hand, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Who...who's scared! I'm just surveying the terrain!" Ye Shaotian puffed out his stomach, which only had one abdominal muscle, and stubbornly retorted.
Ye Feng, on the other hand, appeared much calmer. Looking at the building before him, filled with an aura of violence and bloodshed, a flicker of excitement flashed in his eyes. In his previous life, as a textbook example of "Glory," he was most familiar with the arena. Although it was a place of real combat, the atmosphere of striving for victory was the same.
"Once inside, no matter what happens, you must wear masks." Mingyue tossed two masks to the two of them. "From now on, forget your names. Here, you only have code names."
Ye Feng took the mask; it was a clown mask with a forced, mocking smile, the corners of its mouth exaggeratedly turned up, exuding a strange sense of sarcasm. Without hesitation, he put it on.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" Mingyue asked.
Ye Feng stroked the Thousand Chance Umbrella in his hand; its surface was icy cold, as if yearning for blood. His deep voice came from behind the mask, carrying a strange mix of vicissitude and confidence:
"Do not laugh."
"Jun Mo Xiao?" Mingyue raised an eyebrow. "A good name. 'Jun Mo Xiao lies drunk on the battlefield, how many have returned from ancient battles?' It exudes a wild spirit."
"And what about you, little fatty?"
Ye Shaotian put on a pure white mask, with only two blue tear tracks drawn at the corners of his eyes (though they looked more like drool). He brandished his Frost Sword, striking what he thought was a cool pose:
"I want to be a swordsman as swift as the wind and as dense as the rain! I'll make my enemies endlessly annoyed by my sword! My name is—Night Rain Annoyance!"
"Pfft." Mingyue couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Night Rain's Annoying Voice? I think you're the one who talks too much and is annoying. Alright, Lord Moxiao, Night Rain's Annoying Voice, come with me to register."
...
The registration area of the Grand Arena was packed with people.
When Mingyue brought two children, whose height only reached the adult's thigh, to the counter, a burst of laughter immediately erupted around them.
"Hey, whose baby is this who hasn't been weaned yet and has already run out into the world?"
"Haha, little brother, this isn't a place for playing house, be careful not to wet your pants!"
"Go home and drink your milk!"
Despite the surrounding mockery, Ye Feng's expression beneath the mask remained completely unchanged, not even his gaze shifting slightly. Ye Shaotian, on the other hand, was so angry that he wanted to draw his sword, but Ye Feng pressed down on his shoulder.
"Don't rush, the stage is up here, not here," Ye Feng said calmly.
Registration went smoothly. After paying the registration fee of ten gold soul coins, the two received their own Iron Soul Badges.
"You're a newly registered team, you don't have any points, so you can only start with the two-on-two in the gaming area." The staff member at the counter was a heavily made-up woman. She casually looked at the two strange children. "What's your team name?"
Ye Feng and Ye Shaotian exchanged a glance.
"Happy." Ye Feng slowly uttered the two words.
The regrets and glories of the past life will be rewritten in this life on the Douluo Continent by this name.
"Happy Duo? Sounds weak." The woman curled her lip and handed them a battle card. "Go on, the 13th Arena, it's your turn soon. Your opponents are the 'Iron Hammer Brothers'."
...
The Thirteenth Battle Arena.
This was a competition arena for low-level Soul Masters, and the stands weren't full; most of the spectators were gamblers and bored civilians. Even so, the frenzied atmosphere was still exhilarating.
"Next match, a two-on-two battle! The newly registered 'Happy Duo' will face off against the 'Iron Hammer Brothers,' who have won three consecutive matches!"
As the host shouted, the iron gate slowly rose.
Ye Feng and Ye Shaotian entered the venue.
When the audience could see the two figures clearly, the boos instantly drowned out the cheers.
"What's going on? Two little brats?"
"Refund! I don't want to watch child abuse movies!"
"Hammer brothers! Smash them flat!"
At the other end of the field, two burly men, each over two meters tall and with bulging muscles, emerged. They looked exactly alike, each carrying a huge black iron hammer, and the ground trembled with every step they took.
"Hehe, big brother, today's opponents are two little kids." The younger brother grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Let's finish this quickly, don't make them cry, we still need to go drinking with brothels later." The older brother waved the hammer dismissively.
Both sides stood still, their martial spirits activating.
"Tie Da, a level 19 power-attack type battle spirit master, martial spirit: Black Iron Hammer!" "Tie Er, a level 18 power-attack type battle spirit master, martial spirit: Black Iron Hammer!"
Two yellow century-old soul rings rose beneath their feet. Although they were only beginner soul masters, their brute strength combined with the weight of their weapon souls was enough to make other soul masters of the same level tremble with fear.
"Jun Moxiao, a level 13 offensive-type Soul Master, Martial Soul: Thousand Chance Umbrella." "Ye Yushengfan, a level 11 offensive-type Soul Master, Martial Soul: Frost Sword."
When Ye Feng and Ye Shaotian announced their ranks, the entire audience erupted in an uproar.
"Level 13? Level 11? People with that level dare to come to the Great Soul Arena?" "Is this how you court death?!"
In a corner of the stands, Mingyue crossed her arms, a cold smile playing on her lips: "A bunch of idiots. You'll soon find out what true technical superiority looks like."
"The match begins!"
At the referee's whistle, the Hammer Brothers charged forward like two tanks.
"Wow! What a huge hammer! It scared me to death!" Ye Shaotian yelled, but his feet didn't slow down at all. He dodged to the side instead of charging straight ahead.
"Don't run, little fatty!" Tie Er roared, swinging his iron hammer as he chased after him.
Tie Da charged straight at Ye Feng: "Kid, scared out of your wits? Take this hammer!"
The enormous iron hammer, accompanied by a whistling sound, crashed down.
Ye Feng stood still, his eyes beneath the mask as calm as ice. When the hammer was only half a meter above his head, he moved.
Instead of retreating, he slid sideways.
"Too slow."
The Thousand Chance Umbrella instantly appeared in his hand, but it did not open; instead, it remained in the form of a long staff.
"when!"
With a crisp sound, the Thousand Chance Umbrella struck the side of the iron hammer precisely.
Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!
Tie Da felt a strange force coming from him. The iron hammer that was originally aimed at Ye Feng deviated from its direction and crashed heavily into the open ground, making his hands go numb.
"What?" Tie Da was shocked.
"Is this all you've got?" Ye Feng's calm voice was infuriating.
"Damn it! First Soul Skill - Shock Hammer Strike!" Tie Da was furious and embarrassed. His yellow soul ring lit up, and he slammed his iron hammer into the ground, sending a shockwave of earthy yellow spreading in all directions.
"Jump," Ye Feng shouted softly.
The Thousand-Mechanism Umbrella instantly transforms into a mechanical rotor!
As the umbrella spun, Ye Feng was lifted three meters into the air, easily dodging the shockwave from the ground.
While in mid-air, Ye Feng's Thousand Chance Umbrella transformed once again.
"Click-click-click!"
Ice Phoenix Spear Form!
The dark muzzle of the gun was pointed at Tie Da, whose strength had been exhausted.
"Try this."
"Put-put-put!"
Three ice-blue energy projectiles were fired in a triangular pattern.
Tie Da had no time to react; he felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by an icy chill.
"Bang bang bang!"
All three shots hit! Tie Da's massive body was forced back by the enormous impact, the leather armor on his chest shattered and covered with a thick layer of frost, and his movements instantly became extremely sluggish.
"Damn it! What kind of martial soul is this? It can even transform!" Tie Da was horrified to discover that his soul power was being eroded by the cold air, and its circulation speed had slowed down by more than half.
On the other side, Ye Shaotian also demonstrated the essence of "the sound of rain at night".
"Hey! Big guy, can you hurry up? Is your hammer made of cotton? I can't hit anything! Hehehe!"
Ye Shaotian circled around Tie Er with agile movements while chattering incessantly.
"Aaaaah! Shut up!" Tie Er was so angry that he was fuming, and he swung the hammer wildly without any strategy.
"Oops, you almost hit it! Just a little short! Look at you, so clumsy, go home and do some embroidery!"
Just as Tie Er became impatient and revealed a huge flaw.
Ye Shaotian's eyes changed, his playful smile instantly transforming into a chilling sword intent.
"First Soul Skill - Frosty Sword Qi!"
A blue crescent-shaped sword aura erupted at close range, slashing fiercely at Tie Er's wrist.
Clang!
The hammer hit the ground, and Tie Er screamed in agony, clutching his frozen wrist.
"Take care of him!" Ye Feng gave the order from mid-air, while simultaneously swooping down.
The Myriad Manifestations Umbrella transforms once more—into its spear form!
"Sky Strike!"
Taking advantage of the momentum of his dive, Ye Feng raised his spear from below, sending the slow-moving Tie Da flying into the air.
"Dragon Fang!"
In mid-air, spears rained down, each strike sending up a spray of blood.
"The final blow! Falling Flower Palm!"
Although Ye Feng did not possess this soul skill, he concentrated his soul power in his left palm and, combined with the impact of the Thousand Chance Umbrella, slammed his palm into Tie Da's chest.
"boom!"
Tie Da's massive body flew out like a cannonball, slamming into Tie Er, who was just trying to get up. The two brothers rolled into a ball and completely lost consciousness.
The entire room fell silent.
One second, two seconds.
Then, a deafening scream erupted.
"He...he won?!" "How is this possible? A level 13 defeated a level 19? And it was a complete rout?" "What kind of martial spirit is that umbrella? How come it's a gun one minute and a spear the next?" "That talkative chubby kid is so annoying, but I like him!"
Ye Feng put away the Thousand Chance Umbrella, his face beneath the mask showing no emotion. He pulled up Ye Shaotian, who was still making faces at his unconscious opponent, and turned to walk off the field.
"You're leaving already? Aren't you going to celebrate?" Ye Shaotian asked excitedly.
"This is only the first match," Ye Feng said calmly. "Our goal is to reach the Silver Soul level. This level of opponent is just a warm-up."
From the stands, Mingyue watched the two boys' retreating figures and nodded in satisfaction.
"Good combat awareness and decent teamwork. However..." she narrowed her eyes, "The tallest tree in the forest catches the most wind. With such a conspicuous display, trouble will soon come knocking."