Chapter 208 The Proposal of the Person in Charge of the Fighting Arena

The captain of Canghui Academy wanted to break into the battle circle and use his soul skills to help the team members escape the danger, but the strange and highly adhesive evil fire held him back. Looking at the looks cast by his teammates, He got it.

"We surrender!" He shouted these words loudly, with helplessness and tragedy in his voice.

There were boos all over the field.

After all, this is Douluo Continent. How can a world with Wu Weizun tolerate people who surrender voluntarily?

However, captain Wei Hongliang not only pursues his own glory but also takes responsibility for his team members. The purpose of their coming to the Soul Fighting Arena is to verify tactics for the more advanced inner court.

He glanced at Shrek Academy opposite. Those people of his own age had terrifying battle reactions and powerful soul power.

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

Like a strange whip, it whipped the Canghui Academy's formation into pieces, putting them in dire straits.

Ever since Mu Zhe announced a large amount of knowledge, the soul masters who had the need in this regard have begun to study the technical and tactical details that they originally ignored day and night.

As a well-established and powerful institution, Canghui College is naturally like this. Their methods are very simple and crude, exhaustive.

Teachers draft their own topics and then conduct practical verification. Anyway, because of Wuhun Palace's policy, a large number of civilian soul masters have the opportunity to enter major schools, which just serves as cheap experimental materials.

Wei Hongliang knew very well what would happen if he continued to fight with guys like Shrek. Team members would be injured, research directions would be stagnant, and the resources originally accumulated through continuous victory would disappear in one day.

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

The life of an ordinary soul master is so helpless. Although he has many choices, he can only compromise with reality in the end.

Canghui Academy ended their winning streak. As the captain surrendered, lottery tickets like snowflakes flew down from the audience, and curses could be heard endlessly.

"I made the bet based on the reputation of Canghui College. Those from the outer college belong to the outer college. Mud cannot hold up the wall."

"Isn't it possible that the previous winning streak was caused by collusion? Damn the fighting spirit arena!"

But there is still something different about the sound.

"Ha! I knew they could win! It's a full 20 times the odds, hahahahahahaha, I'm rich!" This was a speculator who had invested against the trend before.

He excitedly waved the lottery ticket in his hand and danced, attracting the envious and jealous eyes of 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 leader of the spirit arena who was sitting on the rostrum, clapped his hands and walked towards Flanders, whose beard was almost rising to the sky.

"Wonderful fighting spirit, isn't it, Dean Flanders?"

At this time, Ross's face was filled with a smile. This upset more than doubled the income of the Soul Fighting Arena, and Shrek's strength made him think of a good plan.

"Roz, if you have something to say, say it quickly! If you have something to say, say it quickly! Don't put on that disgusting smile of yours. I almost vomited out my breakfast when I saw it!"

Flanders said impatiently. He was not interested in Ross's flattery and flattery at all, and he had no good impressions of Flanders, the guy who had previously caused problems for students.

"Okay, you are worthy of being one of the Golden Iron Triangle's Flying Horns. He speaks with arrogance. I have a deal here. I wonder if you, Shrek, are interested?"

Rhodes smiled nonchalantly. He didn't care at all about Flender's ridicule and disgust. A qualified businessman should only care about his own plans and interests. Rhodes not only did it, he also did it very well.

Flanders, who was struggling to solve Shrek's financial crisis, immediately became energetic when he heard this.

"If you tell me this, I won't be sleepy anymore! But what kind of business requires the person in charge of the fighting spirit arena who is going to make a fortune today to come in person?"

Flanders asked curiously, feeling both expectant and wary of Ross's proposal.

"Then we have to mention the dilemma we have encountered recently."

Ross's 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 deprived of their status, and even their fiefdoms and properties. This made many nobles start to think crookedly."

"What does this have to do with the business you mentioned?" Flanders couldn't help but become anxious. When he heard Rhodes mention the war and the nobility, he felt the importance and urgency of the matter.

The nobles have huge power and resources on the Douluo Continent. In the past, they were the largest customers and sponsors of the Soul Fighting Arena.

If the business Rhodes was talking about was related to nobles, then it was definitely not a trivial matter, so Flanders put his hand on his bracelet and faintly activated the recording function.

"Listen to me, you should know what you hate most in the Soul Fighting Arena." Ross looked at Flanders, as if he wanted to detect his thoughts.

"Ha, it's just a private village and a team that doesn't follow the rules." Flender said firmly, pushing up his glasses.

Old Owl is very familiar with the operation and rules of the Soul Fighting Arena. After all, he has climbed to his current status on his own, so he is already familiar with these shady things.

"That's right, I hit the mark. It's a coincidence that we all met in Soto City's Great Soul Fighting Arena this time."

The person in charge, Ross, showed a terrifying expression that should not appear on a businessman.

The slightly overflowing soul power made Flanders have a new understanding of this businessman who was not only slick in both his methods and his personality.

Rhodes took out a picture from his pocket and handed it to Flanders.

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

Flanders took the picture and saw two soul masters, a man and a woman, in the middle of the picture.

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

"Then they started an unstoppable winning streak, and then those nobles used the odds of the private bank to manipulate and take away your profits?"

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

"Now a large number of spectators are mindlessly following their batons to place bets. If this continues, our small business will not be able to continue!"

Rhodes squeezed out a tear or two, which made Flanders very sick.

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

"That's right! Our fighting spirit arena will provide all the information and exclusive intelligence analysis, and will invest 5,000 gold soul coins for you as an initial investment, and 50,000 gold soul coins after the success."

Roz gritted his teeth and said his offer.

"Fifty thousand? We Shrek are poor and broken and can't get involved in your big business. Please find someone else."

Flender stood up and was about to leave.

"Good! Great! Eighty thousand!"

Roz seemed really anxious.

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

"Hehe, old owl, seventy thousand, do it or not!"

Roz instantly understood what trick Flender was playing.

"Okay, it's a deal, eighty thousand!" Flender raised his bracelet and played the voice recording.

Ross's slightly angry voice slowly floated out from the bracelet, "Good! Awesome! 80,000!"

"You really impressed me, Flanders," Ross pointed at the old owl with a smile, "I hope your students can have your quick wit in the arena."

After saying that, the person in charge left without looking back, but a moment later, Ao, the chief steward of the fighting spirit field, gave Flanders a full set of information about the mysterious noble team.

The deal was done!