C33 Yu Kun Once Again Ascended the Death Match Arena.

Within the Inner Sect of the Flying Cloud Sect, Chen Feng was immersed in quiet cultivation at his residence.

Ordinary Outer Sect disciples bunked together in a large communal sleeping area, while Elite Disciples were afforded the luxury of private rooms. Inner Sect disciples, however, enjoyed their own courtyards—a mark of their esteemed status. Chen Feng's courtyard was boldly marked with the name "Spearhead Pavilion."

Each Inner Sect disciple's dwelling bore a distinctive name, signifying their role as the sect's core strength, a cut above the Elite Disciples. Regardless of an Elite Disciple's prowess, they remained part of the Outer Sect.

At that moment, Chen Feng was deep in practice within a tranquil chamber of Spearhead Pavilion. Before him sat a small incense burner, from which a stick of incense released a scent that soothed the mind, instilling an involuntary sense of serenity in those who inhaled it.

This was the Soul Fixing Fragrance, a treasure of extreme rarity that could steady the mind and aid in the concentration required to forge a Martial Soul. Yet, the fragrance was so precious that it could only be procured by hunting a rare mutated beast, making it unattainable for commoners and even for the typical scions of noble families.

And there, before Chen Feng, lay such a stick of Soul Fixing Fragrance.

The stick was notably short, clearly much used, but even this small remnant was worth a fortune.

Eyes closed, Chen Feng settled into his cultivation. Time passed until the smoke from the Soul Fixing Fragrance began to spiral above his head, eventually funneling into his body in sync with his cultivation technique.

Within him, something was gradually taking form.

Suddenly, Chen Feng's body jerked, then again, and yet again. After the third convulsion, blood trickled from his nostrils.

Despite the bleeding, his face was alight with wild joy.

"Excellent! Excellent! This is a sign of overflowing vitality, more than my body can contain. I've finally attained the Soul Refining Stage! Although I've only managed to condense the Soldier Martial Soul, which merely summons bloodied soldiers from the battlefield to bolster my strength, the task of forging the more profound Martial Souls is no simple feat!"

Chen Feng tightened his fists, feeling the surge of strength coursing through his body. He exhaled deeply and quickly snuffed out the remaining Soul Fixing Fragrance in the incense burner. A small amount was left—insufficient to form a Martial Soul, but still valuable. Even for someone of his noble lineage, discarding it was out of the question.

"With my current level, Yu Kun doesn't stand a chance, no matter what tricks he has up his sleeve!"

A chilling look spread across Chen Feng's face. "I would have been hesitant to strike with Yaen Hongling in the picture, but you've boldly challenged me to a duel at the Death Match Arena. Now, with Yaen Changge intervening, Hongling can't save you. You dared to steal from the Chen family and tarnish our honor; today, you'll pay with your life!"

The three days flew by, and the disciples of the Flying Cloud Sect flocked to the Death Match Arena, eager to witness the fight. The combatants were mismatched in power—one an Inner Sect disciple, the other an Elite Disciple; one from a prestigious family, the other from humble beginnings. The battle promised to be a spectacle, regardless of the outcome.

Yu Kun was already at the arena, having arrived without any intention of tardiness. His side of the platform was lined with supportive Outer Sect and Elite Disciples, including Hsu Shaan and others. They looked on with encouragement, cheering Yu Kun on with vigor.

Across from them stood the Inner Sect disciples, Direct Disciples, and even Elders. The division between the groups was stark, as if they existed in separate worlds.

Chen Feng, too, had reached the Death Match Arena but had yet to step onto the stage. Yu Kun, however, remained unfazed.

"Senior Brother Xu, Junior Brother Zeng, Junior Brother Lin!" Yu Kun called out to Hsu Shaan and the others with confidence, "Defeating Chen Feng will be a breeze. Once I'm done, we'll celebrate together with a toast!"

Hsu Shaan chuckled and said, "Alright! Junior Brother Yu, I have faith in your abilities. Since you've boldly challenged Chen Feng, you must be supremely confident!"

Meanwhile, Chen Rui was egging on Chen Feng, "Big brother, you've become so much stronger. Someone like Yu Kun doesn't stand a chance against you! You have to get revenge for me!"

"Without a doubt!" Chen Feng replied with a cold laugh. "But I won't let him off easy. He's disgraced our family's honor. I'll start by breaking his limbs, utterly destroy his Qi Sea, and relish his agonized screams before he meets his end!"

Excitement flickered across Chen Rui's face as he nodded vigorously, "Go for it, big brother!"

After both sides had rallied behind Yu Kun and Chen Feng with their cheers, the two of them ascended the arena together.

Stepping onto the Death Match Arena meant that life or death hung in the balance. Both had come to terms with this stark reality.

Chen Feng arrived unarmed, arms crossed, exuding an air of nonchalance. Yu Kun, on the other hand, strolled up to the arena with a devil-may-care attitude.

Yu Kun's nonchalant demeanor visibly irked Chen Feng.

"I'm going to beat you so badly you won't be able to shed a tear!"

From the sidelines, Hsu Shaan remarked, "Junior Brother Yu really knows how to stay relaxed."

Among the Elders who had come to watch, Zhou Xingtian stroked his beard, eyeing Yu Kun. He seemed to sense something extraordinary.

In the crowd of Inner Sect disciples, Little Prince was enthusiastically devouring a slice of watermelon, unconcerned about the juice staining his clothes.

In high spirits, Little Prince tossed the remaining half of the watermelon aside. It soared through the air and smacked an Inner Sect disciple on the head.

The disciple was initially ready to explode in anger, but upon recognizing the Little Prince, he quickly suppressed his fury and bowed with a flattering smile.

Little Prince paid him no mind, his eyes slanted towards the arena as he remarked, "Yu Kun sure knows how to stir things up. He's faced the Death Match Arena twice in such a short time! But I do admire people like him! Once he's an Inner Sect disciple, I'm definitely going to have a serious chat with him!"

The Little Prince hesitated for a moment before a sudden slap to his forehead signaled a realization. With a flourish, he pulled out pen and paper from his Space Ring and bellowed, "Gather around and place your bets on Chen Feng versus Yu Kun! There will be winners, and there will be losers. I'm feeling lucky today—I'm betting on Yu Kun to take the victory!"

Hearing this, the Inner Sect disciples around him couldn't suppress a wry smile. If anyone epitomized the lack of seriousness among them, it was undoubtedly the Little Prince! To call him a martial artist was almost a misnomer; he seemed more like someone who joined the Flying Cloud Sect just to indulge in life's pleasures!

But then again, it all made perfect sense. The Flying Cloud Sect might be expansive, but it was still just one sect within Chuhan Country. And the Little Prince? He was the sole heir to a princess of Chuhan Country! While the Inner Sect was predominantly filled with scions of noble families, the Little Prince was undeniably the most prestigious among them.