"It takes 100 points to upgrade from an Iron Badge to a Bronze Badge.
It takes 1,000 points to upgrade from bronze to silver.
I won six games in a row when I was level 29, but lost four games in a row when I reached level 31.
Therefore, it is generally most suitable to participate in the fighting spirit competition at level 29 or 38 or 39! "
Bald Bai smiled bitterly.
Ma Hongjun patted his belly and said:
"I fought thirty-three times, won twenty-one, lost twelve, and have nine points."
"I see!"
Zhang Fan nodded, and the others also nodded.
Afterwards, they all walked into the Great Soul Fighting Arena together.
The Soto Great Fighting Arena is oval in shape, 120 meters high, and is divided into a main fighting arena and 24 sub-fighting arenas.
It can accommodate 60,000 spectators.
There are three categories in the Fighting Spirit Arena:
The first one is game. Learn from each other and refrain from killing people.
The second type: life and death battle. Used to resolve irreconcilable disputes.
The third type: competition. One on one, two on two and group battles. The number of people on both sides of a group battle is determined by negotiation. Usually there are seven to ten people.
They walked up to the counter and signed up.
Fill in your name, age, birthplace, and martial spirit form, then pay ten gold soul coins to receive the Iron Fighting Spirit Badge.
Afterwards, they went to take the soul power test to determine their respective levels.
"Oh my god... Zhang Fan, you are already level 40? When did it happen?"
Dai Mubai's eyes widened after seeing Zhang Fan's soul power test.
The soul tester stared at the name and age on the form for a few seconds:
"12 years old, 4...40 level? What a monster! A monster that defies the heavens!"
He exclaimed.
"Uh... Zhang Fan, when did you reach level 40?"
Ma Hongjun was extremely shocked. He didn't expect this guy to improve so quickly.
He was level 38 a few days ago, but in just a few days he had reached level 40, which really shocked him.
"Well..."
Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar and Flanders were also shocked.
Of course Xiao Wu knew that Zhang Fan had been promoted to level 40, so she was not as surprised as others.
"Lucky, I encountered a little adventure."
While Zhang Fan was speaking, he glanced at Tang San who was standing beside him in surprise.
Tang San frowned. Why was this guy looking at him?
He was very confused.
Then.
Others were also testing their soul power.
Registration completed.
The tester left.
"You can participate in one competition every day! Who among you will try it today?"
Bald Bai looked at the others:
"However, if Zhang Fan participates at level 40, he will be at a disadvantage, after all, he will have to face Soul Masters above level 40 and below level 50."
"That's really a big loss!"
Xiao Wu nodded, but she suddenly changed the subject:
"However, with Brother Fan's strength and the title of Soul Sect Invincible, he can easily defeat any opponent."
"…Is that so?"
Ma Hongjun had never seen Zhang Fan's strength, but he had heard that when Zhang Fan took action, even Teacher Zhao suffered a great loss.
"Of course!"
Ning Rongrong couldn't help but glare at the fat guy when she saw that he dared to question Zhang Fan.
"ignorance!"
Zhu Zhuqing also rolled her eyes at Ma Hongjun.
"Uh...you three women!"
Ma Hongjun was so pissed off by the three beauties, and Zhang Fan couldn't even question him?
"Get ready to give it a try and gain some combat experience!"
Zhang Fan pursed his lips and said.
"Brother Fan, how about we team up two-on-two?"
Xiao Wu looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, rubbed Zhang Fan's shoulder and said in a flattering manner.
"I want to team up with Brother Fan, too!"
Ning Rongrong smiled and said shyly, putting on a delicate look.
"I want to too!" Zhu Zhuqing also came over.
Three beauties were vying for beauty, and each of them was incredibly beautiful.
And Flanders also smiled. This Zhang Fan was really popular with these little beauties.
After all, he is so outstanding:
"You can form a two-on-two team with the three of them, and you can play four times a day! Your points will increase faster!"
"..."
Bald Bai looked at Zhu Zhuqing deeply. This cold and aloof girl was actually jealous of Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong.
It made him very envious, even jealous.
After all, such beautiful girls are all around others.
It made him jealous to death.
Tang San stood aside, his eyes extremely gloomy. Zhang Fan really made him angry. He didn't expect that he could reach level 40 so quickly. It was really weird.
Oscar is also envious and jealous.
Zhang Fan went to draw lots and came to the fighting spirit arena. His opponent was called Chen Hu, with the martial spirit Iron Tiger, a level 49 fighting spirit master.
"Boy, you're level 40 and you dare to challenge me?
Are you mentally retarded?
I wonder if level 40 means facing Soul Masters above level 40?
And I just won six games in a row. You're unlucky. I'm going to smash you to pieces with one punch! "
Chen Hu was very strong and sturdy. He looked at Zhang Fan with disdain.
It feels like this young boy just came to the fighting arena and has no experience.
"That's interesting!"
Tang San raised the corner of his mouth slightly. After all, it was with the cover of Xiao Wu and the assistance of Ning Rongrong that Zhang Fan was able to unexpectedly defeat Teacher Zhao who was careless and did not use his spirit ring and martial spirit.
But the person he faced this time was different.
Tang San could imagine that Zhang Fan might be badly tortured later.
"Hum…"
Chen Hu's feet glowed with light, and his four soul rings lit up. The Iron Tiger Martial Soul appeared and merged with his body.
It made his body taller and his muscles more tangled.
"roar..."
Chen Hu roared suddenly, like a tiger's roar, deafening.
The audience below the stage all shouted loudly.
"Chen Hu...mighty!"
"Chen Hu... defeat that little guy!"
Chen Hu looked disdainful:
"Show me your spirit ring and martial spirit, kid."
"Buzz..." Zhang Fan's mind moved, purple light flashed on his hand, and martial spirit appeared on his hand.
"Uh... your martial spirit is so broken? Are you here to make fun of me?"
Chen Hu was stunned for half a second when he saw the boy's martial spirit:
He burst into laughter.
"Your martial spirit is too bad, isn't it? It's not called a rotten sword, right?"
"Since you guessed it, I'll call it the Heavenly Sword!"
Zhang Fan smiled evilly, and the next moment he put away the Heavenly Blade and activated the Nine Yang Divine Art. The powerful true energy and soul power surged towards his hands:
"I don't even need a martial spirit to defeat you!"
"You are so arrogant, go to hell!"
Chen Hu was angry. Suddenly, his third soul ring lit up and was put on his hand. He then grabbed Zhang Fan with a tiger claw.
"Dragon Claw Hand!"
Zhang Fan raised his hand and turned it into a claw. With a dragon roar, he grabbed with his claws. A huge dragon shadow appeared behind him and he punched Chen Hu.
"You arrogant guy, you don't even use your martial spirit! Just wait to be beaten!"
Tang San felt that Zhang Fan was too arrogant and would only suffer as a result.
"Ah..." Chen Hu's screams reached Tang San's ears.
He raised his head suddenly, only to see Chen Hu's hand splattered with blood, and he flew backwards.
"Bang..." He fell to the stage.
"Ah… my hand!"
Chen Hu was lying on the ground, covering his injured hand with his other hand, rolling over in pain.
No one expected that the young man named Zhang Fan was so powerful. He defeated Chen Hu with just one claw without using any martial spirit or spirit ring.
They could vaguely see Zhang Fan's claw, as if there was a five-clawed golden dragon shadow clawing out with him.