Chapter 12: The Great Fighting Spirit Arena, the Civil War Begins!

[Oscar's lover Ning Rongrong, successfully intercepted his first kiss! ]

[Reward: Dark Lord, third soul ring! ]

[Year: Unknown]

[Soul Ring Skill: Unknown]

[Features: Unknown]

[Note: When the host breaks through the three-ring soul master, the soul ring will be automatically unlocked and inherited]

After Ning Rongrong's kiss, the interception panel also brought benefits as expected.

"Not bad, not bad. This way, we don't have to worry about the Darkin Overlord's spirit ring."

As for the Three-Ring Soul Master, with the age and strength of Qin Tian's soul rings, he could have completed the breakthrough long ago. Now he is just waiting for a suitable opportunity.

Accompanying the young lady to eat, drink and have fun, and attending classes and training for a day, although it is very tiring, the gains are not small!

Qin Tian nodded with satisfaction. He thought that was the end of it, but he didn't expect the panel to change again!

[Trigger the completion of the hidden achievement task: intercept the goddess within three days and make her willingly kiss him! ]

[Extra Reward: All spirit rings will be upgraded by one thousand years! ]

The Angel of Justice's Ascension Steps and Blade Punishment were both upgraded to 2,000 years! The

Dark Lord's Soul-Draining Strike and Evil Fire Chain soared to 5,000 years and 4,000 years respectively!

Qin Tian took a deep breath, feeling the power surging in his body, and a red light flashed in his eyes: "Who's next?"

…

Dusk fell, but the nightlife of Soto City had just begun. All the shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, even more lively than during the day!

In addition to Oscar and Ning Rongrong, two auxiliary spirit masters, Qin Tian, Zhu Zhuqing and six others followed behind Ferrand to prepare for tonight's training.

"Dean, where are you taking us to train?"

After an afternoon of buffering, Xiao Wu turned back into the hopping little rabbit.

indeed not such a simple matter.

"Okay, it's almost time. I'll take you to register." Ferland, who was resting nearby, stood up, patted his clothes and shouted.

Stepping into the magnificent building that looked like the Colosseum in Rome, Xiao Wu and the others let out low exclamations of amazement.

Qin Tian also nodded slightly: "Yes, it is as big as a branch of the Spirit Hall."

"No matter what tonight, as little monsters, each of you just needs to get me your first win." Ferland raised his black glasses and instructed.

"Yes!" everyone responded.

On the way to the draw, Dai Mubai suddenly said, "I hope you don't run into each other later, otherwise it will be a headache if there is a civil war."

Qin Tian smiled slightly when he heard this: "It shouldn't be such a coincidence, right?"

On the big fighting spirit stage, a middle-aged man in a gorgeous tuxedo stood in the center of the stage. He adjusted his throat slightly and announced in a loud voice: "Tonight's first one-on-one fighting spirit battle is about to begin!"

"In the first match, two great spirit masters will fight and show their skills. They are Tang San, a control spirit master with the Blue Silver Grass spirit! The other side is Qin Tian, a strong attack spirit master with the Angel of Justice spirit!"

"Both rookies are at the peak of level 29 Great Spirit Masters! Who will win the first victory? Become famous with one battle! Now, let us invite the two Great Spirit Masters to make their debut!"

The passionate commentary instantly boosted the atmosphere of the entire venue, and the audience also perked up after hearing the host's introduction.

How could someone cultivate the useless Blue Silver Grass spirit to become a Great Spirit Master? And even dare to PK in the fighting spirit arena? Is Tang San looking for death?

Aren't angels the symbol of the Spirit Hall? Who is this Qin Tian?

"WC! Boss Dai, you are such a bad guy. You started a civil war in the first game!" Ma Hongjun couldn't help but swear.

"What are you yelling at, Fatty? It's not you who's going to fight!" Dai Mubai said unhappily.

"Hehe, that's right." Ma Hongjun was touched and suddenly laughed foolishly again.

Qin Tian and Tang San, the parties involved, were both old scoundrels who had traveled through time and space and smiled at each other before going down the field to prepare for the battle.

After watching the two of them leave, Ma Hongjun began to murmur again, "Can Tang San defeat my Brother Tian? Won't his Blue Silver Grass be burned to slag by Brother Tian's sacred fire?"

"You're the only one who talks too much." Dai Mubai finished teaching Ma Hongjun a lesson, and then he just wanted to watch the show and said with a sly smile, "Xiao Wu, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

If it were someone else, Xiao Wu would definitely say without hesitation: "I believe Xiao San!"

But that man was Qin Tian, and Xiao Wu's confidence in Tang San was greatly tested, so she hesitated.

The two people on the other side were also thinking about something. Tang San was thinking about how to fight back later, trying to gain a glimmer of hope.

Qin Tian was thinking about how he should dominate Tang San. Would he kill him instantly? Or would he humiliate or abuse him?

Oh, what a headache, I don't know how to win!

(End of this chapter)