Douluo: Seven Asuras

Inside the underground spirit arena, every seat was packed. Chen Feng noticed that even the aisles were crowded with standing spectators—an obvious testament to how wildly popular these fights were.

The dueling platform was a ten-meter-wide concrete ring, covered with a large circular carpet bearing the massive character "擂" (Duel) at the center.

Chen Feng also noticed that, beyond what the carpet could hide, there were numerous dark bloodstains on the platform. Despite being cleaned, they still left an ominous mark, clear evidence of the brutality these underground battles entailed. Here, blood and violence were the norm, stoking the wild testosterone and adrenaline of the spectators.

Suddenly, a sweet fragrance wafted in the air.

Two voluptuous women with explosive figures silently approached, one on either side of Chen Feng.

Both wore revealing three-point outfits that would make any man's blood boil. They gently brushed their soft bodies against his arms, making veiled suggestions through their touches.

"Sir, by the arena master's permission, you are invited to view this match from a VIP suite," one of the women said in a delicate, seductive voice.

This was a privilege granted by wealth.

Chen Feng felt a distant gaze fall upon him. At the arena's main platform, a thin, elderly man was raising a glass of red wine and offering a toast in his direction.

Chen Feng figured—this must be the so-called arena master the maid had referred to.

"Let's go," Chen Feng replied in a deliberately hoarse voice, not wanting anyone to detect his true age.

—

Inside the VIP suite, Chen Feng sank into a plush sofa positioned at the perfect angle for viewing. Through the clear, polished glass, he had a commanding view of the entire arena.

On the coffee table, the maid poured him a glass of pre-aerated red wine and laid out a delicate fruit platter. Experiencing such luxury, Chen Feng—used to a life of hardship—couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Damn, being rich is amazing.

After preparing everything, the two women knelt on either side of him and began massaging his legs.

Their soft, tender hands moved rhythmically, applying just the right amount of pressure. As they worked their way up, the sensation was tingling and pleasurable.

Chen Feng glanced down. Four snow-white, jiggling orbs swayed before him, and those little hands had already wandered dangerously close to his upper thighs.

"Stop."

His cold voice came from beneath the hood of his cloak.

The two maids froze. Very few guests ever rejected their services, but thanks to their professional training, they didn't question it. They simply withdrew silently to either side.

—

Back in the arena, the announcer had taken the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen! First, allow me to congratulate you all—tonight, you're about to witness the most high-stakes match in our history!"

"Because tonight is not just any championship challenge… we are also introducing the very first Hell Cage Battle!"

He raised one hand dramatically toward the ceiling.

Following his gesture, a massive steel cage slowly descended from above.

"Now, some of you might not know what a Hell Cage Battle is. Let me explain."

"The rules are simple: the match will be confined within this ten-meter-wide iron cage. There is no time limit, and the fight only ends when one side completely loses the ability to fight and can no longer stand!"

"Surrender is not allowed."

The announcer's explanation was short and brutal.

"Now, let's welcome our fighters!"

Rumble—

With booming fireworks and a burst of streamers, three muscular spirit masters stepped out from the smoke. Each had mysterious war paint on their faces, giving them the look of warriors from a distant land.

The announcer introduced them at once:

"First up, we have the challengers—the Barato Triplets, consisting of Barato, Barahun, and Barazhen, hailing from Fengduo City in the Xingluo Empire!"

"In the team battles of Fengduo's underground arena, they held the championship title for eleven consecutive matches—undefeated! Our arena master specially invited them to Pisno City of the Heaven Dou Empire for tonight's most thrilling spirit duel!"

By now, the triplets had climbed onto the center platform.

They were huge, with thick limbs and strong builds—power-type battle spirit masters.

"Barato! Barato!"

The crowd erupted in wild cheers.

The triplets saluted the audience with one fist to the chest and the other hand raised high, basking in the crowd's adoration as if they'd already won.

But soon, another chant surged forward, completely drowning them out:

"Yu Tianlong! Yu Tianlong!"

Louder and louder, the name echoed throughout the arena.

Once the chanting began to subside, the announcer smiled and continued:

"Looks like our hometown champion still wins the people's hearts! Now, let's welcome the man with the world's top-tier beast spirit, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! The reigning champion of Pisno's underground arena—Yu— Tian— long!!"

Rumble—

Another burst of dazzling fireworks lit up the arena.

From the mist emerged a tall, burly silhouette.

Though his features were still blurred, his aura was undeniable, like an unstoppable force.

The crowd, which had just quieted down, burst into cheers once again.

Even the supposedly elite triplet challengers on the platform tensed up and assumed cautious stances.

A famous name commands respect.

Whether Yu Tianlong was truly that strong didn't matter—his martial spirit alone made people wary.

—

From the VIP suite, Chen Feng observed him closely.

Through the haze, Yu Tianlong strode confidently into view and stepped onto the platform, standing opposite the Barato brothers.

He stood nearly two meters tall, with thick, powerful arms, and wild black hair cascading behind him. His bronzed skin radiated raw physical power.

However, one glaring flaw stood out—his right arm was shriveled.

Compared to his muscular left arm, the right was thin and weak, covered in dark red scarring that looked like it had been torn apart repeatedly.

And on his chest, a claw-shaped scar stood out grotesquely, like a chunk of flesh had been ripped out, leaving a visible pit.

"That's from Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin."

Chen Feng instantly recognized the marks. That claw-shaped wound was left by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit.

CLANG!

As both sides entered the stage, the heavy iron cage dropped, sealing off the entire platform.

Just then, one of the maids beside Chen Feng leaned in and asked who he'd bet on.

This was standard procedure in underground arenas. Chen Feng, with memories of his previous life, knew the drill all too well.

Anywhere gambling is involved… there's always shady business going on.

The stronger fighter wasn't guaranteed to win—not by a long shot.

I'll bet one gold spirit coin… on the triplet brothers.

The maid blinked. How much?

One gold coin. What? Too little? Chen Feng replied casually.