Chapter 140: As Long As There's Money To Be Made, One's Face Can Be Sold By The Pound
Hearing Bai Yu’s words, the attendant secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, saying:
“Alright, Hong Ming, I’ll go arrange it now. However, please allow me to say that our clan’s Grand Elder is an 86th-level Spirit Douluo.”
“The spirit power gap with you is quite large. If you are not confident, you can refuse the fight.”
Bai Yu sized up the attendant from head to toe and chuckled.
“Heh heh, your Elder wants to fight me, but you’re here advising me not to fight. Aren’t you afraid that old fellow will take his anger out on you later?”
The attendant’s face turned bitter, and he said helplessly:
“I am afraid, but I am more afraid of you getting injured. After all, at your age, you have already reached this level of strength.”
“If something were to happen to you here by accident, I’m afraid it would bring great disaster to my clan!”
Bai Yu waved his hand, indicating that his worries were unnecessary.
“Tsk, you are still young. You don’t see things as clearly as your Elder.”
“From what I estimate, your Elder just wants to enter the arena to see my strength. If I’m not as strong as rumored, then he’ll put on a show, making it seem like he defeated me with all his might.”
“But if I truly live up to my reputation, then he’ll likely put on an even bigger show, perhaps even intentionally losing to give me a reputation.”
The attendant sighed inwardly. He actually knew what Bai Yu was talking about.
The seven great clans behind the Great Spirit Arena had already guessed Bai Yu’s origin and identity.
So he understood the Grand Elder’s plan, but a plan is a plan. What if they couldn’t hold back during the actual fight?
This guy, who might be the Spirit Hall Saint Child, did not seem like a mere show-off, whether judging by his historical battle records or his current demeanor. He should truly be capable of fighting above his level.
And the Chu clan’s Spirit, Black Demon Blade, like the Yang clan’s Soul Breaking Spear, specialized in offense, not defense. When they fought, it would be a real fight! How could they hold back so easily?
However, since both of them had decided to fight, he, a mere small fry, couldn’t stop them. He could only pray that they would end the fight peacefully.
“Since Hong Ming has made your decision, I will go make the arrangements. Please wait here for a moment.”
Then, at Bai Yu’s signal, the attendant left the private room to notify the audience and activate the central arena.
He had already decided that since he couldn’t stop it, he might as well make it a grand event, sell tickets fiercely, and earn a fortune from the audience first!
“Haha, Bai Xiaozi, I didn’t expect it! You really waited for it. How about it, this match can be said to be a sure win, right? Can I place my bet on you?”
Flender’s eyes gleamed at this moment, rubbing his hands like a fly, staring excitedly at Bai Yu.
Bai Yu rolled his eyes, saying with a hint of speechlessness:
“Yes, yes, yes, this match is a sure win. But didn’t you say you were going back, Dean? What, not leaving now?”
Hearing Bai Yu’s teasing, Flender didn’t blush at all. He waved his hand, his expression quite nonchalant.
“Bai Xiaozi, what are you talking about? We came together, so of course, we should go back together. Otherwise, how disunited would that seem!”
Bai Yu chuckled, thinking that this stingy fellow, as long as there was money to be made, he could sell his face by the pound.
After a while, as the amplified spirit tool covering the entire Great Spirit Arena sounded, announcing the activation of the central arena and a Spirit Douluo-level battle, the atmosphere instantly boiled over.
“Holy crap, I really didn’t come in vain today! Not only did I see two special shows, but there’s even a Spirit Douluo-level battle!”
“Indeed, a battle of this level is rare at the Great Spirit Arena, only happening once every few years. We must witness it today.”
“Still talking nonsense? Haven’t you seen that everyone around us is gone? If we don’t hurry and grab tickets, there won’t be any seats left. Do you want to stand?”
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As the commotion outside gradually subsided, the attendant, acting as a small manager, returned to Bai Yu’s private room to inform him that he could proceed to the central arena.
“Hong Ming, the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena’s central arena has been activated and awaits your arrival.”
Bai Yu nodded, stood up, and followed the attendant out.
When he stood on the arena, looking at the spacious surroundings, he couldn’t help but click his tongue, thinking to himself, this place is really well-designed!
What was called the central arena was actually an open-air venue.
The arena itself was about a kilometer in diameter, surrounded by gradually rising rows of seats like steps, with the private rooms at the very top.
It was fortunate that this was a fantasy World, where eyesight was generally good, with almost no nearsightedness. Otherwise, one would need binoculars to clearly see the battle on the field!
As Bai Yu arrived at the center of the arena, he looked at the grey-robed old man opposite him and chuckled softly.
“Heh heh, junior Bai Yu greets senior. Thank you for your interest in giving guidance. Please enlighten me.”
Looking at Bai Yu, who had a calm expression and a hint of battle intent in his eyes, the grey-robed old man nodded slightly, thinking that Spirit Hall truly lived up to its reputation as the dominant force on the continent, with an endless stream of geniuses.
First, there was Qian Daoliu, known as the invincible in the sky, then the current Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong with her twin spirits, and now another monster who could fight above his level as easily as drinking water. He was so envious he wanted to cry!
Then, the grey-robed old man’s eyes narrowed, and he stopped thinking about these matters. After all, no matter how envious he was, he couldn’t make Bai Yu come to his own clan.
Moreover, their seven great clans had always only banded together for warmth and had no intention of causing trouble. So, whether they had geniuses or not didn’t matter, as long as their lineage continued.
“This old man is Chu Huai. Today, seeing young friend Bai’s Spirit battle application, I felt my hands itch and wished to spar. I hope young friend will not take offense.”
Bai Yu’s lips curved slightly. He was also a bit excited now. His previous battles, whether against Little Angel or Liu Erlong, hadn’t been enough to put pressure on him.
And Tang DaChui and his cheap teacher were too strong; unless he fought to the death, there was no way to play!
So he hadn’t had a proper battle in a long time, and Chu Huai’s strength was just right—no need to fight to the death, yet still able to give him enough pressure.
“Since senior is interested, this junior will naturally accompany you. Be careful!”
As Bai Yu’s words fell, his Spirit, Blue Silver King, emerged behind him. He activated his Spirit Avatar, and six auxiliary Spirit Abilities fell one by one.
Then his figure flickered, and he charged towards Chu Huai.
“Nine Revolving Shadows! Zhe Mei Hand, Plucking Flowers and Brushing Willows!”
Chu Huai’s eyes widened abruptly when he saw Bai Yu’s bright red seventh ring, secretly cursing him as a pervert.
Immediately, he also released his Spirit, Black Demon Blade, and met Bai Yu’s charge.
“Spirit Avatar! Third Spirit Ability, Black Demon Blade Aura!”
“Buzz!”
A sharp explosion sounded as the giant Black Demon Blade shadow collided with the large hand formed by Bai Yu’s spirit power.
After the spirit power hand was cut open, Bai Yu leaned back, dodging the spreading blade energy. His left hand formed a claw, grabbing at the Black Demon Blade that was chopping down again, and his right hand formed a sword finger, ready to point out at any moment!
“Zhe Mei Hand, Eagle’s Nine Strikes! Zhe Mei Hand, Pointing Star!”
“Clang, clang, clang… Boom!”
After a series of metallic clashes, Bai Yu extended his right hand, and a Pointing Star strike aimed directly at Chu Huai’s chest.
Chu Huai rotated his blade, holding it horizontally in front of him, blocking Bai Yu’s sword finger.