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Threads of soul force crazily overflowed and floated around in the air, and the soul that was flying towards them let out a mournful screech. "Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Soul-Slash!"

Ron took a deep breath, pleased with the familiar strength.

Like a group of sharks smelling blood, the scattered soul forces began to gather around Ron's body.

Despite his astonishment, Ron did not stop the soul forces from acting, and at the same time, the all-pervasive soul forces began to seep into Ron's soul.

The moment the powerful soul force surged in, Ron felt as if a gentle breeze was caressing his body, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

"It seems... "It seems like my soul force is recovering quickly …"

The increase in soul power surprised Ron even more, and now he opened his arms to welcome the baptism of soul power to his heart's content.

Ron closed his eyes comfortably, and the wounded soul absorbed the force in a frenzy, as Ron's soul grew clearer.

… ….

Outside Zuma City. Four-horned castle.

"Master Du Tan, you're looking for me?"

Chou quietly stood in front of Du Tan, his face indifferent. Ever since the last time Du Tan came to talk to him, he no longer had a good impression of Du Tan. He came to Four Corner Castle once again just for his respect.

He took a sip of the red wine in his glass, glanced at Chou, and laughed, "From the Thorny Flower Tribe, there is the latest news. After coming out from the field, Ron, from the fourth group of the group competition, is still in a coma, and I can't figure out the reason why he still hasn't woken up. Hur Hur, I don't think he'll be able to attend the drawing ceremony tomorrow …"

If he couldn't draw the lot, it meant that he had given up. Even if he didn't give up, with Ron's current unconscious state, he wouldn't be able to fight.

Du Tan's face was full of smiles. "I didn't expect him to do this, so my arrangements were in vain. If I knew this would happen, I might as well have teamed you up with him. If that's the case, you'll win without a fight..."

"Lord Du Tan, actually, there's no need for you to do this. I, Chasing, am not someone who wins the competition through false means …"

"Oh?" Du Tan stood up and looked at Chou with a hint of playfulness. He smiled and said, "Seeing his true strength, you think you have a chance to deal with him?"

"No!" His eyes had a trace of resolution in them, "But I think with my strength, I can fight with him …"

"Fight him?"

He did not like this kind of gamble with the nature of taking risks. From his point of view, the process and result of the competition had to be firmly grasped in his hands.

"No need!" "I will not allow even the slightest mistake during the competition. Chou, your opponent has already been decided, and with your strength, you should be able to easily obtain a new life. You don't have to worry about anything else, just do your own things well."

"Lord Du Tan..."

He clenched his fists, and his entire body trembled. He moved his mouth, wanting to say something, but the words were swallowed back in his mouth.

No one wanted their fate to be arranged and controlled, and no one was an exception to that. Even though they had to follow the orders of Prince Dutan, their hearts were still filled with resentment.

What could he do? He was just an ordinary orc warrior. Even though Salamon had recognized him, it did not mean that he was capable of resisting the orders of Prince Dutan.

… ….

The next morning, the arena was as lively as ever. As the audience entered the arena, their eyes were filled with excitement. From today onwards, the tournament would enter its most intense and exciting stage — the quarter-finals.

After many rounds of screening, the remaining people were all powerful elite warriors. Their decisive battle would attract the attention of tens of thousands.

An orc spectator said excitedly, "Hur Hur, I've finally entered the top 8. I've been waiting for this day for a long time!"

Another Beastman spectator said with a sigh, "Yes, such an exciting battle with the young master only happens once every four years. Next time, we'll have to wait for another four years. How great would it be if it happened once a year!"

"Right now, it's the most intense part. I'm really looking forward to the spectacular performance of that human kid called Ron!"

An orc audience interjected.

The audience took their seats. Not long later, the entire arena was filled with people. Everyone was looking forward to the finals.

In the large box at the center of the arena.

Salamon looked up at the sky and smiled. "It's about time!" As he spoke, he stood up.

"Hold on..."

Du Tan stood up with a smile as well. "Brother, shall I be the one to preside over the drawing of lots for this round of the top eight?"

"You?" Salamon's eyes widened as he looked him up and down.

"Can you?"

Salamon laughed, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Well, Dutan, you'll preside this time! "You're my brother after all …"

A smile spread across Du Tan's face.

In the center of the arena, all the competitors were already fully prepared. They all stood in a row, full of energy, and everyone's faces were filled with confidence. They looked around at their opponents with gazes brimming with enmity.

All of the magical beasts had transformed into human form, but they couldn't help but maintain their magical beast form, and their aura was also casually emanating from them.

Amongst all the competitors, only one was particularly outstanding, and at the same time, he received the most cheers.

This man was Chou, the only orc in the top eight.

"Come on … …" "Chasing …"

"Beat them all to the ground. Victory belongs to the Beastmen..."

"For the tribe …"

Almost all of the spectators were shouting at the top of their lungs. Quite a few female Beastmen were also shouting at the top of their lungs. Their eyes were filled with fanaticism as they looked at Chasing.

There were only seven people standing at the draw for the finals. To be more precise, it was the six magical beasts and one beastman. The one who was absent was none other than Ron.

Chasing's expression was calm. Even though the match hadn't started, he had already turned himself into his best form.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Prince Dutan walked to the center of the stage where the drawing of lots was held. He stood still and slowly swept his gaze across the crowd.

"Not bad, if that's the case, then we'll lose another competitor..."

A smile appeared on Du Tan's face as he thought this. He looked at everyone and lightly coughed before saying in a clear voice, "All participants of the top eight, let me be the one to preside over today's drawing ceremony …"

"I believe everyone knows that the top eight are now in competition. We are about to have four one-on-one matches, and the four victors will be chosen from among you …"

He smiled, "But today, there are only seven contestants in the finals, which means that one contestant has already announced his abstention, which means that in the drawing ceremony later on, there will be a lucky contestant who will automatically advance …"

"Hold on..."

Just as Duttan was talking, a voice interrupted him and he saw Moran walking quickly towards him. She was wearing a flowery dress and looked very eye-catching.

She walked quickly to Dutan.

Du Tan's brows slightly creased as he smiled and said, "Haha, isn't this Miss Mo Lan from the Thorny Flower Tribe? What can I do for you? "

"Prince Dutan..." Mo Lan performed a standard orc salute and said calmly, "One of the top eight contestants, Ron, is a warrior sent by my Thorny Flower Tribe. He missed the drawing of lots due to his unwell condition today, so he entrusted me to draw lots for him!"

Although he had promised Batha that he would not let Ron fight again, Moran knew that Ron himself had not made the decision, but if he had given up, there would be no choice.

She should fight for it, Moran thought, or at least draw a lot. It was up to Ron to decide whether to fight or not.

Of course, this would have to wait until Ron woke up.

Du Tan's smile stiffened. He hesitated for a moment before saying with a smile, "Miss Mo Lan, I'm sorry, but I can't agree to your request …"

"What?" Mo Lan's face was filled with astonishment. This answer was completely out of her expectations. She had never expected that Prince Du Tan would actually reject her request.

"Sorry, Moran, but who told you not to send the Beastmen?"

Du Tan lightly sighed in his heart as he thought about it. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Mo Lan. I have to personally attend this drawing of lots to be effective. Now that the contestants are absent, I can't agree to your request …"

Moran's face changed from surprise to anger, and she cried out, "Why? Who made the rule that lots could not be drawn on behalf of others? "Dutan, I remember that there isn't such a rule in the competition …"

Even Duttan called him by his first name.

"That's right, Miss Mo Lan. You're right. There isn't such a rule in the tournament, so I've ruled that the drawing of lots by a substitute doesn't conform to the rules …" Du Tan was still smiling from ear to ear as he rebutted Mo Lan's army. This fellow was obviously changing his mindset.

"You —" Moran was extremely angry. She clenched her fists, her expression full of excitement. She had thought that Du Tan would at least give her some face, but unfortunately, she was wrong.

Naturally, Moran's actions fell into the eyes of everyone in the arena. The audience began to discuss with each other.

At the same time, everyone in the central private room also saw this scene.

He gave Salamon a meaningful look, "Hehe, it seems like this Du Tan brat is not simple..."

Seeing this, Salamon could only smile bitterly. He was regretting letting Du Tan manage the drawing of lots …

… ….

After an unknown amount of time, Ron's act of absorbing soul force finally stopped. Due to the replenishment of a large amount of soul force, his soul recovered to its peak state.

As his consciousness returned to him, Ron slowly opened his eyes.

The sunlight shone into the room, brightening it up.

He looked around and found the sleeping Bazaras beside him. She was currently lying down beside his bed, her long golden hair hanging loose like a sleeping beauty.

"This little girl …" Ron smiled, his heart full of tenderness.

"This is bad..." Suddenly, he slapped his own head. "I want to participate in the top eight. Today is the day of the top eight …"

He looked at the sky and saw a trace of anxiety in Ron's eyes. "I hope we can make it in time …"

Even though Ron's movements were light, Bagsala woke with a start. She opened her eyes in a daze, looked at Ron with an incredulous expression, and then became ecstatic.

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