Douluo: Becoming a God by Relying on my Enemies

The handsome young man nearby remarked,

"Maybe it's just because he hasn't faced any real opponents yet. Suotuo City can't possibly compare to the capital."

Qin Ming shot him a sharp glance and said,

"The arena is never just about one person. When someone reaches a certain streak of consecutive victories, other spirit masters will inevitably try to defeat them to boost their own reputation."

He paused, then added,

"Did you not notice how Suotuo City has started attracting opponents you used to see in the capital? There are even some familiar faces here, aren't there?"

Dugu Yan, already irritated and in a sour mood, spoke up,

"Remember, we're seven against one Feng Xian. What are you all worrying about?"

Her words hit like a ray of light, snapping the team out of their shock. They exchanged glances before bursting into laughter.

"Teacher, no matter how strong he is, he's just one person!" one of them said.

Qin Ming, however, couldn't shake the unease creeping into his heart. He glanced at the information on Feng Xian again.

Feng Xian. Martial Spirit: Unknown. Level 47 Assault Spirit Ancestor. Spirit Rings: One Yellow, Two Purple, One Black.

Qin Ming's lips pressed together as he mulled over the details. He wanted to warn his students further but realized they weren't ready to hear him. Winning or losing might both turn out to be valuable lessons, he thought.

Suppressing his misgivings, he sat back and addressed the group.

"I have one condition for this match. Regardless of the outcome, you are not to deal lethal blows or cause permanent injuries. Especially you, Yan Zi!"

He smirked slightly, adding,

"Not that you'll have the chance to, anyway."

Dugu Yan frowned, clearly displeased.

"Teacher, didn't you always teach us to fight with everything we've got in the arena? If we don't incapacitate our opponent, we risk injury ourselves. Why hold back now?"

Qin Ming let out a low hum, an authoritative sound that silenced further complaints. Though Dugu Yan had her rebellious streak, her respect for strength—especially Qin Ming's—kept her from arguing further.

At only thirty-four years old, Qin Ming had already surpassed Level 60 and become a Spirit Emperor. Among spirit masters, his achievements were second only to a once-in-a-lifetime prodigy recorded in Spirit Hall's history. His presence served as both a benchmark and an inspiration to the Emperor Team, all of whom revered him.

After ensuring the tension had eased, Qin Ming said calmly,

"I have my reasons for this condition. You don't need to know them yet—just consider it a favor to your teacher. After the match, I'll explain everything."

He glanced at his watch and stood.

"The match is about to begin. Let's head out."

The team followed him, their curiosity piqued. Qin Ming's eyes gleamed with a barely contained excitement. Let me see the strength of this new junior, he thought. If Yun Feng had been there, he would've recognized the look—a fervor akin to that of the fanatical opponents he had faced in his previous life.

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Suotuo Great Spirit Arena: Central Main Arena

The central arena was nothing like the open-air sub-arenas familiar to the common spectators. Instead, it resembled a separate, high-end venue altogether. Though only slightly larger than the sub-arenas in size, the central arena was meticulously designed for elite matches.

The most striking feature was its silence. The seating areas were entirely enclosed, with private viewing boxes replacing the typical stands. One-way crystal windows allowed the elite spectators to watch the match while keeping their identities concealed.

Here, anonymity was paramount. The stakes were astronomically high, and gambling disputes among nobles could have far-reaching consequences. By hiding their identities, the patrons avoided unnecessary conflict.

The combat platform itself was enormous, boasting a diameter of seventy meters. With no open seating to constrain the space, it was vast enough to accommodate battles involving dozens—if not hundreds—of combatants.

The arena hosted twelve premium VIP boxes and 320 regular VIP boxes, all of which were perpetually booked. The premium boxes were owned outright, while the regular ones were reserved annually at the start of each year.

Suddenly, the already dazzling golden lights of the central arena grew even brighter. The beams, which previously spread across the arena, converged onto the combat platform like a massive spotlight.

In the center of the platform, a two-meter-wide circular section of the floor began to rise, revealing a thick golden column beneath. Perched atop the column was a young woman dressed in an elegant white gown.

Her soft brown hair cascaded in waves, and her face bore a professional smile. Holding a cone-shaped amplifying soul device, she appeared poised and confident as she addressed the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's my honor to welcome you once again to the main arena."

The platform stopped rising as the announcer, Dou Dou, stepped gracefully onto the stage. Twirling lightly, she waved to the invisible spectators behind the crystal windows. The platform descended silently, leaving no trace of its mechanism.

"It's my privilege to host tonight's team battle match in the main arena. I hope everyone enjoys the event." Dou Dou's voice was clear and melodious, amplified perfectly by her soul device.

"Tonight's match is a highlight event: the renowned Feng Xian, with his 120-match winning streak, will face off against the Emperor Team from the Heaven Dou Empire. I, Dou Dou, will provide commentary throughout this extraordinary match."

The room's golden glow seemed to pulsate in rhythm with the crowd's unspoken anticipation. Behind the crystal windows, the elite spectators leaned forward, eager for the spectacle to begin.

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