Chapter 68: Boring

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"Blade and Barrel Comrades?"

The staff looked puzzled after hearing this. She had been working in registration for several years, and this was the first time she had heard such a strange combination name.

"Are you sure?" The staff asked again to confirm with Zeng Yi.

"Definitely, it's this one." Zeng Yi replied confidently.

He, a cheerful wind-type man with a Sword, with a Kas martial soul known as Wine Barrel, and nicknamed Wine Barrel, together they formed a vivid image of "Blade and Barrel Comrades".

"Alright." After confirming, the staff quickly completed the registration process and handed Zeng Yi two black iron badges.

In the Soul Arena, points for each type of battle soul were accumulated separately. For example, the points Zeng Yi won in singles matches would be calculated separately from the points he earned in 2v2 matches.

This rule made Zeng Yi feel like he was playing solo or duo-queue matches in a game he used to play.

The black iron badges Zeng Yi received were similar to his previous ones, bearing his title "Ronin Yi." The only difference was that above the words "Ronin Yi," there were four larger words engraved: "Blade and Barrel Comrades."

Zeng Yi handed the badge with the words "Wine Barrel" on it to Kas, then took Kas to participate in 2v2 Soul Ranking matches.

"Hey, bro, are we really okay like this??" Kas asked Zeng Yi anxiously.

"Don't worry, trust me! Together, our combination is invincible." Zeng Yi reassured him with a reassuring look.

"No, I mean, if we encounter a team with an average level of 37 or 38 while we're only at level 33 and 35, won't we be doomed?" Kas said. Although he had heard from his sister and Xiong Da and Xiong Er about Zeng Yi's formidable strength, even stronger than Uncle Zong, Zong was a Four-Ring Soul Master! How could a Soul Elder like Zeng Yi be stronger than a Soul Ancestor? He felt they were exaggerating, and he didn't believe it.

"Brother! Although I know you are talented, what if I get killed instantly, leaving you in a 1v2 situation?" Kas reminded Zeng Yi, making it clear that he was not capable and asking Zeng Yi to prepare himself mentally for losing.

"Don't worry, don't worry." Zeng Yi said helplessly. He thought this fat guy was really a coward, how could he be so timid? Are you worthy of your 300 pounds of weight? You even named yourself Wine Barrel, and when I used to play games, I always charged at anyone I saw, executing flashy moves and being fearless. How come you are so timid? Where did your courage to badmouth him in front of your sister during the day go?

Zeng Yi rolled his eyes at this fat guy and couldn't help but criticize him in his heart.

But then he thought again, it must be when he drank that he became like this. Otherwise, why not let him have some wine before going on stage?

"Don't worry, Wine Barrel! Even if you get killed, I can handle two opponents alone, just watch my performance then." Zeng Yi said confidently. In any case, he had no hope that Kas could help him, bringing him along was just to fill in the numbers. In other words, he was just dead weight if Zeng Yi brought him along, as he would lose the passive bonus of the Wandering Skill, weakening his own strength by a lot. However, even without that bonus, he was still stronger than Soul Masters of the same realm, and Zeng Yi was confident in that.

Moreover, it's only when there's a dead weight that the battle becomes meaningful, and it can showcase my strength. Otherwise, it's just a simple one-shot kill match, which is not interesting for me and the audience.

"These days, follow me to the Soul Arena, and I'll bring you to the Bronze rank. Watch and learn carefully, only then can you improve your strength."

"Really?" Hearing Zeng Yi's words, Kas's face lit up with joy.

Although there was only a difference of one rank between black iron and bronze battle souls, in order to advance from a black battle soul to a bronze one, one needed a hundred points, and each victory only gave one point. In order to rank up quickly, one had to continuously win and accumulate points, otherwise, winning and losing alternately wouldn't result in any advancement even after a year.

If Zeng Yi could bring him to the Bronze rank, then he would become the only Bronze battle soul in their team. This way, he could show off to his teammates. Thinking about it, Kas felt delighted.

Zeng Yi glanced at Kas and saw his happy expression. He couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

Ah~, just reaching Bronze, look at how you excessively rejoice.

"Of course! I want to quickly achieve a winning streak and rank up, but damn rules, I can only play once a day. Staying in black iron for too long makes me feel like an idiot."

"Uh..."

After hearing this, Kas scratched his head, feeling a bit confused.

Why does it seem like you're scolding me?

At the same time, both of them were put into the same Soul Ranking area at the same time. Zeng Yi and Kas didn't meditate and prepare for battle in the resting room but ran to the designated spectator seats for Soul Masters to watch the battles on the field and wait for their turns.

Tonight, Zeng Yi didn't bring Xiao Ju with him. It didn't like being left with the staff at the Soul Arena, so Zeng Yi left it with Kali and asked her to take care of it. Anyway, after making some money here, he would visit the tavern and bring it back.

After waiting for a while, the host on the field announced Zeng Yi's name.

"Hey, bro, it's your turn."

Hearing the host's loud voice, Kas pushed Zeng Yi, who was sitting next to him, as he was reclining with his legs crossed, drinking from a wine gourd.

"Oh, then I'll go first."

Zeng Yi responded and put away the gourd into his spatial bracelet.

Kas saw Zeng Yi lazily stand up, stretch his body, and suddenly, Zeng Yi's figure disappeared before his eyes. Seeing this, Kas was left dumbfounded. When he looked again, Zeng Yi's figure had already appeared on the battlefield.

Looking at the standing figure in the green robe, Kas couldn't help but gulp.

Could this person be a ghost?

Kas wasn't the only one surprised. Even the host on the battlefield was shocked. He had just finished speaking and was about to step down when he saw a figure silently appear on the battlefield.

Could this person really be a Soul Elder?

Looking at Zeng Yi's calm expression, the host couldn't help but doubt whether the staff had made a mistake in the order, putting a high-level soul master into the Soul Elder group.

"It's Ronin Yi!" Someone in the spectator seats exclaimed when they saw Zeng Yi's figure.

"So fast, I didn't even see how he appeared. Is his soul skill instantaneous movement?"

"I'm not sure, but his strength is indeed impressive. He has already won four matches in a row, it seems like he will win the fifth one today as well."

Zeng Yi's sudden appearance caused the spectators to exclaim, and soon discussions filled the air.

"Who is Ronin Yi? Is he famous?" Some spectators who hadn't seen Zeng Yi's battles asked those who knew.

"Ronin Yi is a newly arrived soul master with a very strong strength. Do you know Zhu Gangyong?"

"That ruthless guy? Yes, I know him!"

"It was Ronin Yi who cut off both of his arms with one strike!"

"He's so powerful?"

"Of course, didn't you see the battle the day before yesterday? He even created a huge tornado, the scene was terrifying, like a natural disaster!" Thinking back to that scene, the viewer's eyes showed a hint of fear.

Zeng Yi's opponent was a thin man with a Bull Martial Spirit. As soon as he appeared, he became alert and immediately released his own soul power. Then, he activated his Martial Spirit fusion, and two large bull horns appeared on his head, making him look majestic.

Three soul rings rose from the thin man's feet, one white and two yellow, dancing around his body, shining brightly. At that moment, a white soul ring and a yellow soul ring flickered, and Zeng Yi knew he had used his soul skill. Therefore, releasing one's soul rings externally was foolish behavior. Although he didn't know the effect of his opponent's soul skill, Zeng Yi noticed that his body had undergone some changes, becoming stronger and his skin turning into something resembling rock. It seemed to be a state-type soul skill that enhanced defense, strength, and attack.

The Bull-Headed man didn't come forward to attack but instead cautiously stared at Zeng Yi, seemingly waiting for Zeng Yi's attack.

He knew that Zeng Yi was very powerful, having witnessed his previous battles. His strength couldn't be defeated by just a Thirty-Sixth-level Soul Emperor like him. But he didn't give up easily, still wanting to exchange a few moves with Zeng Yi. However, as he looked at Zeng Yi calmly standing there, a look of fear flashed in his vigilant eyes.

He had seen that battle before when a huge roaring tornado arose. Now, thinking back, it still gave him an overwhelming shock.

Aren't you going to make a move? Since that's the case...

Zeng Yi stared at the Bull-Headed man, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his released soul power gripped the hilt of Ronin Sword, which was on his waist.

"Don't close your eyes, because..."

Zeng Yi's voice wasn't loud, but the Bull-Headed man could hear it clearly, as if Zeng Yi was speaking in his ear.

Sword of Selflessness!~

Forward Steps Slash!~

In an instant, the Bull-Headed man's gaze turned astonished because he saw Zeng Yi's figure disappear from his sight.

"It's already over."

A casual statement sounded in his ears, and he felt a sharp coldness against his skin on the neck. His body involuntarily shivered. That faint voice was like the whispers of death, as if it could take away his life in the next moment.

So fast! I can't see his movements at all, it's like instantaneous movement.

The Bull-Headed man wanted to resist, but he couldn't. He was completely suppressed by the powerful and sharp aura. Now, he couldn't even move, with cold sweat breaking out all over his body and soaking his clothes.

No! I don't want to die!

Feeling the blade on his neck slightly move, the Bull-Headed man widened his eyes, his expression full of terror. His heart screamed madly, filled with a strong desire to survive.

With a light stroke of Ronin Sword, Zeng Yi cut open the rock-like skin, leaving a red line.

Moving Ronin Sword away from the Bull-Headed man's neck, he instantly fell to his knees, his Martial Spirit fusion released, and he supported himself with his hands on the ground. His face was pale, gasping for breath, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

The Bull-Headed man struggled to turn his head, looking at the figure behind him. He saw Zeng Yi holding a long sword, his expression calm, silver eyes looking at him indifferently, as if he were the God of Death.

"I... I lost."

Seeing the Bull-Headed man admit defeat, the host looked shocked and somewhat dazed as he walked onto the battlefield, announcing loudly, "In this soul battle, the winner is Master Ronin Yi! He now has a record of five consecutive victories!"

The audience in the stands cheered and shouted as they heard the host's announcement.

Truly the Ronin Yi! Even faster this time, as fast as the wind, such a talented young man.

At this moment, the thoughts of the audience were like this.

After winning the battle, Zeng Yi felt no joy. A King will not be happy about defeating a foot soldier. And that was how Zeng Yi felt. The only consolation for him was the reward of ten Golden Soul Coins.

This was the conclusion of his lone orphan soul battles. They were all one-shot kills, winning without any difficulties, and it was monotonous.

"Damn! Bro, you're too strong! One strike and you completely crushed him!" Zeng Yi returned to his original seat, and Kas immediately exclaimed with an exaggerated expression of amazement.

"Of course, otherwise, do you think I would dare to bring you to a higher rank?" Zeng Yi replied.

"Strong! Big brother, please let me hold onto your thigh tightly!" Kas said jokingly.

"Get lost!" Zeng Yi said with disdain.

Zeng Yi couldn't even imagine a scene where a 300-pound fat guy covered in hair would hug him. It was too disgusting.

"My soul battle is over, and it should be your turn soon. Hurry up and finish this wine for me." Zeng Yi took out a wine gourd from his spatial bracelet and handed it to Kas, telling him.

Zeng Yi's words puzzled Kas. Why should he drink wine before a battle? Wouldn't it affect his performance?

"Why?"

"No reason! Just drink quickly. It will increase your combat strength by 200 percent." Zeng Yi urged.

How can a Wine Barrel charge in without getting drunk?

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