Unfortunately, this was the Great Spirit Arena.
There were explicit rules.
Private fighting was prohibited beneath the stage.
Of course, there was also a Death Match mode.
As long as both parties agreed, they could enter the stage for a life-and-death competition.
However, it had been a long time since this mode had appeared in the Soto City Great Spirit Arena, leading many people to forget about it...
"Kid, how about we have a Death Match? If you win, I won't pursue this further. If you lose, I only have one requirement: leave her!"
As he spoke, a sinister look flashed across Dai Mubai's face.
How hilarious!
What did a Death Match mean?
It was a fight to decide both victory and life or death.
Dai Mubai was already thinking of three hundred ways to kill the kid in front of him.
As long as he agreed, wouldn't he be at his mercy?
"Not in the mood. A good dog doesn't block the way!"
After saying that, Lin Xian took two steps forward, forcibly pushing him aside.
As he walked, he muttered,
"Running into something filthy, how unlucky!"
He even patted his shoulder vigorously, his words full of disdain, as if he had bumped into something disgusting.
Dai Mubai was stunned.
Immediately following was a boundless rage.
When had he ever been treated like this?
To be looked down upon by a mere brat.
He was about to release his Spirit, but he immediately restrained the urge.
That was close!
He almost fell for the kid's trick!
He wanted him to attack first so he would be expelled from the Great Spirit Arena.
How laughable!
He was just playing some small tricks.
Did he think that by using such a provocation, the great Dai Mubai would fall for it?
Hah!
You'd better not take a single step out of the Great Spirit Arena, or else...
Dai Mubai glared viciously at Lin Xian's back for a few moments before returning to the spectator stands.
His gaze remained locked on Lin Xian; he even chose to forfeit his registered one-on-one Spirit Fight.
He wanted to keep a constant eye on Lin Xian's movements.
The moment he stepped out of the Great Spirit Arena would be the day he died.
Dai Mubai no longer wanted to hide it; he simply wanted to kill Lin Xian.
Not everything can be touched so casually.
Especially women!
However, because he was confronting Lin Xian, he hadn't seen the scene on the stage.
Zhu Zhuqing had won the battle with ease.
Everyone at the scene cheered for her.
After only two or three matches, she had already become a little star of the Great Spirit Arena.
Cold, mysterious, violent, invincible...
When these words were combined, everyone would be interested.
After coming down from the stage, Zhu Zhuqing started looking for Lin Xian.
She quickly found him.
In a corner of the spectator stands, Lin Xian was even giving her a thumbs-up.
"Why are you sitting here? Don't we have a match later?"
Zhu Zhuqing soon arrived at his side.
"I was resting well in the preparation area, but I was disgusted by a fly. It's still staring at me now."
He gestured toward Dai Mubai.
Zhu Zhuqing looked over.
The moment her gaze met Dai Mubai's, his violent expression vanished, replaced with tenderness.
He even withdrew his hands from the twin sisters beside him, pretending to be a proper gentleman.
The contrast was jarring.
Lin Xian saw it too and burst out laughing.
Zhu Zhuqing, however, felt nauseated.
"Let me sit on the inside. I can't stand it… I feel like I'm going to vomit."
"No need for that. Just lean into my arms."
Before she could react, Lin Xian pulled her into his embrace.
Now all she saw was Lin Xian's face.
The nausea instantly faded.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly before settling into his embrace.
"This feels much better."
"Is that so? I didn't know I had that function."
"Hmph~ Keep your hands still! Behave yourself out here."
Lin Xian sheepishly withdrew his hand.
On their side, everything was warm and affectionate.
But on the other side, Dai Mubai was on the verge of exploding.
He recognized her instantly.
That was Zhu Zhuqing—his fiancée.
He convinced himself she had come for him.
That she understood his plan.
That she was here to support him.
That everything still followed his imagined path.
But when he saw her in Lin Xian's arms...
It felt like grass was growing on his head.
Green grass.
And when she kissed Lin Xian...
That patch of grass turned into a vast grassland.
His fists clenched, his eyes bloodshot.
This was too much!
Death!
This brat must die!
As for Zhu Zhuqing...
His expression turned cold.
The experience he had accumulated over the years—
was more than enough for him to think of countless ways to deal with her.