Chapter 28: Reveal Your Spirit Rings!

The man stepping on his hoverboard in the arena saw the spectators’ excitement reaching a fever pitch and knew it was his time to shine.

Elegantly adjusting his sunglasses, which were shaped like two halves of a chrysanthemum, he spoke into the microphone with dramatic flair: "Greetings, dear audience! I am Jiale, the dashing young man in charge of providing commentary for this soul-fighting match."

Instantly, the crowd below erupted in fury.

This guy was notorious in the Great Soul Arena as a "jinx." Almost anyone he praised was doomed to lose; even those with a massive advantage would somehow find themselves defeated. His reputation was abysmal, yet because his commentary was so electrifying, the arena management never fired him.

"Cut the crap and get started!"

"Seriously! Where is that guy called Nine-Heart Blood Begonia? Why hasn't he stepped onto the stage yet? Did he get cold feet and run away?"

"Shut your mouth! It was your 'jinx' commentary last time that made us lose a fortune in golden soul coins!"

Facing the barrage of insults, Jiale merely laughed out loud, his thick skin unfazed. "Seeing how passionately you all welcome me, it seems calling this match will be quite interesting."

"Have you no shame? Who the hell is welcoming you?"

"Get off the stage! I demand a replacement!"

"Damn, I’ve never seen such a shameless person!"

Ignoring them, Jiale turned his suspicious gaze toward the opponent of the "Coffin Bearer." Upon seeing a rather small child, he exclaimed in surprise, "Whoa, the Coffin Bearer's opponent has arrived? But isn't he a bit too young? Could he be a disciple from some sect?"

Hearing the commentary, Xu Sheng’s expression darkened. He glanced at the announcer, feeling annoyed. "Can this guy even speak properly?"

What did it matter if he was young?

The spectators below, looking at Xu Sheng, who barely reached half their height, jeered, "What is this? This 'Nine-Heart Blood Begonia' is just a handsome little brat? Are they playing a joke on us?"

A lecherous-looking man rubbed his hands together with greed. "Looks like it’s a sure win today. I’m going to make a killing!"

The woman beside him shook her head in utter disappointment. "The Great Soul Arena is getting less professional by the day. Even a brat like this is allowed on stage, and this is supposed to be a Soul Ancestor-level fight!"

The Coffin Bearer, cloaked in black robes, stared at Xu Sheng with blood-red eyes, his voice rasping, "I have no interest in brats. Taking your life won't give me any sense of accomplishment. Get lost."

Xu Sheng narrowed his eyes and offered an innocent, harmless smile. "What a coincidence. I’m not interested in you either. After all, I’ve never met an opponent as pathetic as you."

The Coffin Bearer shuddered, his tone laced with sharp killing intent. "Kid! You’re courting death! I was going to let you go, but now, prepare to meet your end!"

He had intended to spare the child, but it seemed unnecessary now. He would use his own coffin to wrap the corpse of this arrogant fool.

Xu Sheng yawned and replied lazily, "If you can manage that, go ahead."

Jiale clapped his hands. "It seems both sides are full of fighting spirit. Please prepare yourselves. The match begins in ten seconds..."

"Ten."
"Nine."
"Eight."
...
"Two."
"One. Begin!"

The Coffin Bearer stomped his left foot, his voice cold. "Hmph, kid, let me show you what real power is!"

He spread his arms, and a massive coffin slowly materialized before him. Four brilliant soul rings rose from beneath his feet... White, Yellow, Yellow, Purple. He didn't even meet the standard soul ring configuration!

When Jiale saw the white soul ring, a flash of disdain crossed his eyes, though he quickly masked it with feigned excitement. "The Coffin Bearer has revealed his four soul rings! He is a level forty Soul Ancestor! This is getting interesting!"

The first soul ring being only ten years old proved his talent was mediocre, if not outright abysmal. The person under that gloomy black robe was likely already fifty or sixty years old.

Despite the mockery surrounding the Coffin Bearer’s first ring, the crowd’s opinion remained one-sided. After all, a level forty Soul Ancestor, even with a ten-year ring, had killed others of his own rank. As for the snot-nosed brat, the winner of this match was a foregone conclusion.

"I bet right. Even if his first ring is ten years old, he’s not to be underestimated."

"Exactly. If he didn't have real strength, he wouldn't have defeated and killed other level forty Soul Ancestors!"

Seeing that lonely, pale-white ten-year ring, Xu Sheng held back a laugh and clapped, sighing, "Wow, I never thought I’d actually see someone with a ten-year first soul ring. You’re truly impressive."

Hearing the sarcasm, the Coffin Bearer was stung by shame and anger. That ten-year ring was the pain of his life, a testament to his poor talent. Struggling to contain his urge to tear Xu Sheng apart, he hissed, "Kid... how dare you humiliate me! Reveal your soul rings! I can't wait to rip you to shreds!"

"Want to see my soul rings? Sure, I’ll satisfy you!" Xu Sheng’s lips curled into a slight smirk.

Since he wanted to see them so badly, he would oblige. After all, crushing his fragile ego a little bit would be quite entertaining.

A moment later, Xu Sheng gently extended his palm. The Nine-Heart Blood Begonia bloomed in his hand, radiating a chilling, blood-soaked aura. The crimson light spread, casting a cold, oppressive atmosphere over the entire Great Soul Arena.

The Coffin Bearer stared at Xu Sheng with disdain. The boy was so young; his soul power could be at most that of a Grandmaster. He could never be a match for him.

But then, his expression froze. His disdain shifted into sheer terror. He stumbled back a few steps, his face pale with dread. What had he just seen?

Ten-thousand-year soul rings!!!

That’s right! Ten-thousand-year soul rings! This child, not even ten years old, was not only a Soul Ancestor, but every single one of his soul rings was a terrifying ten-thousand-year ring!

Four soul rings floated beneath Xu Sheng’s feet as he smiled and asked, "Well? Didn't you want to see my soul rings?"

Since all participants wore special masks to cover their faces, Xu Sheng wasn't worried about his identity being revealed.

The Coffin Bearer tried to speak, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to escape.

Jiale, however, seemed ignited by the scene, roaring with fervor, "Dear audience! This child is actually a Soul Ancestor! And his soul ring configuration far exceeds the limits of what a soul master should be able to achieve—four ten-thousand-year soul rings!"

A burly man with a stubbly beard stood up abruptly, rubbing his eyes as he stared at the four pitch-black rings beneath Xu Sheng’s feet. "Are... are you kidding me? Four... ten-thousand-year soul rings..."

The man beside him kept repeating, "How is this possible! It's impossible!"

"Even a Titled Douluo couldn't reach such a configuration! Only level forty and already four ten-thousand-year rings? If he grows up... *hiss*..."

"It looks like the Coffin Bearer has met his match. He has been crushed in every conceivable way by this opponent!"

In an instant, Xu Sheng became the focal point of the entire arena.