Chapter 10: The Battle of the Spirits

The private box in the battle arena had a simple design, similar to the auction room, but with a much better view. The central area of the Spirit Arena was over a hundred meters wide, with a metal floor that looked incredibly sturdy. The arena was surrounded by railings, somewhat resembling a boxing ring from a previous life, though much larger.

Unlike the auction house, the Spirit Arena was much louder. People were shouting, some carrying banners, glow sticks, and signs to show support for their favorite fighters. As the match approached, the arena filled quickly, leaving no empty seats.

The host began to speak, "Ladies and gentlemen, the match is about to begin! Please welcome the two fighters. On one side, we have the 56th level Earth Overlord, and on the other side, the 57th level King of Power."

"Earth Overlord's battle spirit is Earth Bull, a power-attacking battle spirit king with two yellow and three purple spirit rings. His record is 76 wins and 24 losses."

"King of Power's fighting spirit is the Monkey, another Power Attack Battle Spirit King, also with two yellow and three purple spirit rings. His record stands at 46 wins and 17 losses."

The host's voice boomed across the arena as the statistics of the two fighters appeared on the large screen. Both fighters wore masks to hide their identities.

"Mother, why are their fifth spirit rings purple?" Yang Potian asked curiously.

His mother, Niujin Feng, explained, "Son, every spirit ring is an opportunity for a spirit master. The fifth spirit ring is usually limited to 12,000 years. It's not easy to obtain such a ring, as spirit beasts of that age are rare."

"To defeat a 10,000-year-old spirit beast, you usually need the help of a high-level spirit emperor or saint, and even they face dangers in the forest. Ordinary people just don't have access to those resources."

"Do not underestimate these two spirit kings. Although they are strong, their backgrounds aren't strong enough."

Yang Potian began to watch the battle more closely. Meanwhile, the host continued, "The one-minute preparation period has begun. Fighters, please summon your martial spirit."

As soon as the host finished speaking, both fighters summoned their spirits. On the left, the Earth Bull materialized-massive, fierce, and its horns gleaming ominously. On the right, the King of Power summoned a huge, muscular ape, its body filled with explosive power.

At the end of the minute, the referee announced, "Preparation is over. Begin the match!"

The crowd roared as the two combatants charged at each other. Both of them were Power Attack Spirit Masters, so their speed was relatively slow.

Yang Potian watched closely. Both fighters were experienced, using various fighting techniques and unleashing their spirit abilities. However, much of the battle seemed to boil down to a raw display of strength - brutal and straightforward.

From a technical point of view, their fighting skills seemed rather basic to Yang Potian, who was only an amateur martial artist in his previous life. In comparison, these two seemed more like brute force fighters than skilled tacticians.

His mother, Niujin Feng, watched with excitement. It was clear that she was itching to join the battle herself.

In the end, the Earth Overlord emerged victorious, but both fighters were battered and bruised. Yang Potian couldn't help but feel disappointed. "Why do they have to shout out their spirit abilities before using them? And why did they use such basic techniques throughout the entire match?"

Niujin Feng chuckled. "Son, you're wrong if you think that these two lack experience. Their martial arts skills and instincts are actually quite sharp. But remember, our family, the Po Zhi Clan, is known to be one of the most skilled in martial arts. Very few can compare with us."

"The Broken Spirit Spear technique you practice every day is the result of countless generations of refinement, even incorporating elements from the Hammer techniques of the Clear Sky Sect. How can you compare two ordinary spirit masters with our clan's fighting skills?"

"So these two fighters are quite impressive?" Yang Potian asked.

"They're not bad, but any spirit king from a major sect could easily defeat them," his mother replied.

"Really? They seemed quite strong to me."

"Strong? From what perspective? Their physical strength?" Niujin Feng smiled knowingly, leaving her son speechless.

"Remember, true strength and martial arts skills come from either family heritage or life and death experiences. The fighters in this arena might be decent, but they'd never attract the attention of a powerful sect. Judging by their appearance and physique, these two must be well into their forties, maybe even approaching fifty. Their potential is already limited."

"Then why do they continue to participate in these spirit battles?" Yang Potian asked.

"They are trying to make one last push. Both of them are high-level spirit kings, and in smaller cities, they could easily become lords. But it looks like they're trying to get more resources or attract the attention of a powerful sect. They're hoping for a chance to break through to the Spirit Saint level. After all, the sixth and seventh Spirit Rings are far beyond their current abilities."

Yang Potian nodded thoughtfully. "What if they join a large sect or family?"

"As I said, their potential is already limited. Major sects wouldn't bother with them, and smaller sects wouldn't have the resources to provide what they need."

"What about the Spirit Hall?"

"The Spirit Hall might accept them, but only if they prove their loyalty. They would have to give more than they receive from the Hall," Niujin Feng explained.

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