Ye Yulin looked at He Caitou and the representative from the Alto Chamber of Commerce and said, “Both parties, please report your names. Let me reiterate - this match will only end when one party concedes defeat or loses his fighting strength. If you think you can’t beat your opponent, please say so so you don’t make a grave mistake.”

“Tang Si!” He Caitou shouted his name in a concise yet assertive manner.

“Alto Chamber of Commerce, Zhao Shouze.”

“Begin.” Ye Yulin suddenly rose into the sky and announced the beginning of the first match.

This wasn’t a fight like the Continental Elite Youth Soul Master Tournament. It was a real life-and-death fight. This was an underground tournament – there weren’t that many rules to protect the competitors.

Zhao Shouze pointed his toes to the ground before he charged towards He Caitou. His body shone with three yellow and three purple soul rings. Evidently, he was a six-ringed Soul Emperor. He waved his warblade, and it lit up with a blinding, golden-red spark.

The surprising...