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Chapter 208 Proposal from the Head of the Soul Fighting Field

The captain of Canghui Academy really wanted to break into the battle circle and use his soul skills to help the team members out of danger, but the weird and sticky evil fire held him back. Looking at the eyes cast by his teammates, He knows.

"We admit defeat!" He shouted this sentence loudly, with helplessness and tragedy in his voice.

There were boos all over the field.

After all, it is the Douluo Continent, how can the world of Wu Weizun accommodate those who voluntarily surrender.

But captain Wei Hongliang not only wanted to pursue his own glory, but also to be responsible for his team members. The purpose of their coming to the fighting spirit field was to test the tactics of the higher-level inner courtyard.

He glanced at the Shrek Academy across the way. Those who were his own age possessed terrifying reflexes before a battle and powerful soul power.

These opponents showed unparalleled tacit understanding and cooperation in the battle, as well as quick judgment on the use of tactics.

Like a weird whip, it lashed Canghui Academy's formation and put them in a desperate situation.

Ever since Mu Zhe released a large amount of knowledge, soul masters who already had needs in this regard began to delve into the technical and tactical details that were originally neglected day and night.

Canghui Academy, as an established and powerful institution, is naturally like this. Their method is very simple and rude, and exhaustive.

The teacher draws up the topic and conducts actual combat verification. Anyway, because of the policy of the Wuhun Temple, a large number of civilian soul masters have the opportunity to enter various schools, which just happens to be cheap experimental materials.

Wei Hongliang knew very well what would happen if he fought against guys like Shrek. The team members were injured, the research direction stagnated, and the resources accumulated through continuous victories would disappear in a day.

Although surrendering will still face these problems, at least it can preserve the health of your teammates, so that they can have more opportunities to show themselves in the next tactical test.

The life of an ordinary soul master is so helpless. They obviously have many choices but in the end they can only compromise with reality.

Canghui Academy ended their winning streak. Following the captain's surrender, lottery tickets like snow flakes flew down from the auditorium, and curses were heard endlessly.

"The bet is based on the reputation of Canghui Academy. Those from the outer court are from the outer court. The mud will not support the wall."

"I'm afraid the previous winning streak was not colluded, right? Damn it!"

But there are still some different voices.

"Ha! I knew they could win! It's a full 20 times the odds, hahahahaha made a fortune!" This is a speculator who invested against the trend before.

He excitedly waved the lottery ticket in his hand and danced, attracting envious and jealous eyes from the people around him.

But this lucky guy doesn't care what others think of him, he only cares about how much money he makes.

Ross, the person in charge of the spirit fighting field who was sitting on the rostrum before, clapped his hands and walked towards Flender, whose beard was almost raised to the sky.

"It's a wonderful soul fight, isn't it, Dean Flender?"

At this time, Ross's face was full of smiles. This upset has more than doubled the revenue of the Soul Arena, and Shrek's strength made him think of a good plan.

"Roz, say what you have to say, and let the fart go! Don't put on your disgusting smile, I almost spit out my breakfast!"

Flender said impatiently that he didn't have the slightest interest in Ross's flattery and flattery, and he didn't have the slightest affection for Flender, the guy who had tripped up the students before.

"Okay, as expected of the flying corner of one of the golden iron triangles, the words are arrogant. I have a deal here, I wonder if you Shrek are interested?"

Ross smiled casually. He didn't care about Flender's ridicule and disgust. A qualified businessman should only care about his own plans and interests. Ross not only did it, but also did it very well.

Flender, who wanted to solve Shrek's financial crisis and was stretched to the limit, immediately became energetic when he heard this.

"I won't be sleepy if you say this! But what kind of business requires you to come in person from the person in charge of the fighting spirit field who entered the gold fighting today?"

Flender asked curiously, he was expecting and wary of Ross's proposal.

"Then we have to mention the difficulties we have encountered these days."

Ross' face instantly became sad. He put his hands on his chest and made a painful expression, which made people feel sad.

"After the war, many nobles were robbed of their identities, even fiefdoms and land properties. These made many nobles start to use their brains."

"What does this have to do with the business you're talking about?" Flender couldn't help becoming anxious. When he heard Ross mentioning war and nobles, he felt the importance and urgency of the matter.

Nobles possess enormous power and resources on the Douluo Continent. In the past, they were the biggest customers and sponsors of the Douluo Arena.

If the business Ross mentioned was related to nobles, then it must not be a trivial matter, so Flender put his hand on his bracelet and faintly activated the recording function.

"Listen to me slowly, you should know what you hate the most in the spirit arena." Ross looked at Flender's eyes, as if trying to detect his mind.

"Ha, it's nothing more than a private farm and an unruly team." Flender pushed his glasses and said firmly.

The old owl is very familiar with the operation and rules of the fighting spirit field. After all, he has climbed to his current position on his own, and has long been familiar with these shady scenes.

"That's right, that's right, it just so happens that we all met in the Soto City Great Soul Arena this time."

The person in charge, Ross, showed a terrifying expression that shouldn't have appeared on the businessman.
The slightly overflowing soul power made Flender have a new understanding of this businessman who is not slippery in both his means and his personality.

Ross took out a picture card from his pocket and handed it to Flender.

"Those nobles who should have gone to hell with the disappearance of the Star Luo Empire have reached out to us. They found a group of soul masters with silver badges to form a team!"

Flender took the picture and saw two soul masters, a man and a woman, in the center of the picture.

They stood on the field, with arrogant expressions and indifferent eyes, looking down on everyone.

"Then they started an unstoppable winning streak, and then those nobles used the odds manipulation of the private estate to squeeze your profits away?"

Flender saw through the possible actions of the nobles at a glance. He returned the picture to Ross and said with a frown.

"Now a large number of spectators are mindlessly betting with their baton. If this continues, our small business will not be able to continue!"

Ross squeezed out a tear or two, which made Flender sick.

"So you say so much, you want us Shrek to snipe that noble team?"

"That's right! Our Soul Arena will provide all the information and exclusive intelligence analysis, and will invest [-] gold soul coins for you as an initial investment, and [-] gold soul coins will be given to you after the matter is completed."

Ross gritted his teeth and said his offer.

"Fifty thousand? We in Shrek are poor and can't afford to get involved in your big business. Please be smart."

Flender got up to leave.

"Good! Great! Eighty thousand!"

Ross looked really anxious.

"One hundred thousand!" Flender turned around and said firmly.

"Heh, old owl, [-], do what you want!"

Ross instantly understood what trick Flender was playing.

"It's a good deal, [-]!" Flender raised his wristband and released the voice recording.

Ross's slightly sullen voice slowly floated out from the bracelet, "Okay! Awesome! Eighty thousand!"

"You really impress me, Flender," Ross pointed at the old owl with a smile on his face, "I hope your students can also have your quick wit on the field."

After finishing speaking, the person in charge left without looking back, but after a while, Director Ao of the Soul Arena gave Flender a full set of information about the mysterious noble team.

The deal is done!
(End of this chapter)