Douluo: My Wuhun is Phoenix

Chapter 58 Preliminary Competition
In this way, three days passed, and the sky was covered with snow, completely covering the dazzling light of Wuhun City.

And during this period, people from Wuhundian also came to him, and after confirming his identity, they all returned disappointed.

"Bear Demon Douluo... the third elder of the Spirit Hall... Hehe, another Titled Douluo..."

In Spirit Hall, there is absolutely no shortage of Title Douluo. Take the reclusive Clear Sky School as an example, there are still seven or eight Title Douluo, let alone the Spirit Empire that almost ruled the entire Douluo Continent?

Recalling carefully, there are twelve elders in the Wuhun Hall alone, and there are seven enshrined, not to mention there are deputy elders, a powerful pope, and the forces attracted by Mora.

And the reason why Douluo did not mention them in the later period is mainly because Tang San is powerful after returning from Sea God Island, most of the title Douluo are no longer his opponents, and after becoming a god, his strength is absolutely crushed. Pressure, these titled Douluo are no longer a threat to him.

The only obstacle is that Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue have become two strong gods, so there is no writing to mention the subsequent collision between the empires. The tragedy in it is probably far beyond imagination.

It may be acceptable to describe it as a river of blood. After all, mountains of corpses and seas of blood are really normal in this cruel world.

In the blink of an eye, the fourth day came. Today is the day of the lottery. The arena and the number of games are determined according to the number. Only those who win can continue to advance.

Even though Ma Xiaopang showed his talent like a little monster on the day of registration, he still has to use his strength to speak for himself. Without hard strength, everything is empty talk. Putting on airs is of little value in this world where force is paramount.

"The number of people is increasing every year. At this time last year, I remember only two-thirds of the number here. This year, more than 100 people have directly increased..."

Standing on the high platform, Xie Yue observed every move below, feeling a little emotional.

He and his younger sister Hu Liena participated last year, and the last three stood out in the competition, becoming the strongest three of the new generation.

Because of her special martial spirit, her younger sister was accepted as a personal disciple by the Pope, enjoying infinite glory.

"I'm talking about Xie Yue, is it true what you said last night, that little fat guy has level 24?"

Yan who was at the side searched in the crowd. After Xie Yue returned last night, she notified the two of the news, but Ke Yan didn't want to believe that a fat man who was six years younger than her was actually as strong as her.

"Several instructors personally inspected and tested it. It can't be wrong." Xie Yue glanced at him lightly.

"Seven years old and level 24, in the millennium since our Spirit Hall was established, has there been such a genius?"

Xie Yue and Yan looked sideways and shook their heads, expressing that they hadn't heard of it.

Hu Liena's beautiful eyes stared at the crowd below, and whispered in her mouth: "Or, on the Great Luo Continent, has there ever been a monster with such a fast cultivation..."

"It should be... there are..."

Even Yan was a little bit confused. He thought he was a genius who was one in a million, and he would suffer blows even if he realized his dreams.

"Whether it's a mule or a horse, you'll know after a walk. I'd like to see his performance in the ring..."

.........

At this moment, Ma Xiaopang was walking through the crowd.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, you adults, don't you just participate in a competition for children, don't you need to be so active?!?"

Compared to those tall and burly men, Ma Xiaopang's flesh was not enough to look at. He entered the venue in an orderly manner, but the gate was extremely chaotic.

"Where did you come from, little brat, this is not the place for you, go away!"

A burly man hit his butt, almost knocking Ma Xiaopang over.

"Where did you come from, the rascal, I am a contestant in the competition, be careful and I will sue you!"

As he said that, he took out a number plate from his pocket, and swayed it against the big man's face.

"See it, see it clearly, what is this!?!"

The big man took a closer look, number 250, good guy, it really is.

"This competition is so organized, can this kind of guy participate?"

He subconsciously thought that Ma Hongjun was an older guy with dwarfism.

"So, can't you? I'm here for the championship, my lord!"

Ma Hongjun jumped arrogantly, raised his buttocks and hit the big man's abdomen, almost knocking him over.

"Whatever you squeeze, you don't even look at your own virtues, and you still want to take advantage of my mother."

"Who is taking advantage of you, you bastard, speak clearly!"

"Who else can you have?!?"

The big man was entangled by an aunt with a physique of more than 200 kilograms. When he turned his head, he found that the round figure was no longer in the crowd.

"This little fat man runs really fast!"

Ma Xiaopang squeezed through the crowd all the way, and after showing his number plate, the routine inspection personnel checked him, and after confirming that it was correct, he was asked to draw a number.

"The sixth round of ring six?"

Ma Xiaopang looked at the process not far away, looking at a row of information.

"Heh, it's pretty fast. I'll be here in the afternoon..."

Ma Xiaopang was scheduled for the afternoon, and his opponent had already been determined, a woman named Zhao Ying.

"It's a bit too much, young master, did I actually go to destroy flowers..."

The competition started in the afternoon, and there were nine arenas in the entire venue. The big arena in the middle was only used by the strong, and it was usually forbidden to open.

After Ma Hongjun returned to his residence, he changed into a set of tight-fitting and handsome clothes, and combed his hair with a handsome back. Then he went to a restaurant outside to have a hearty meal, and formally entered the venue.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing the enemy can win every battle.

Although it is a battle of a group of underage children, it is still a group of great soul masters. Who knows, some strange martial souls and strange soul skills will suddenly appear. It is always right to know more.

"Well, this girl is not bad..."

"Not bad, if this long leg..."

"This small waist, 180 degrees, a unique skill!"

Ma Xiaopang walked back and forth to watch the competitions in each arena, and at the same time commented with great interest.

Martial arts competitions in this world are not like his world, where men and women are separated because of physical differences, divided into men's teams and women's teams.

But this world is different, the soul power almost makes up for all the gaps.

Of course, auxiliary system soul masters without combat power are another matter, and professional soul masters will conduct a special directional assessment.

After all, a soul master team must not only have a strong attack, but also a control system, defense system, and healing system...

Only when they are properly matched can they play their respective roles to the maximum extent.

"Race [-], all contestants prepare!"

"Oh, it seems to be me!"

Ma Xiaopang trotted all the way to the No. [-] ring, jumped lightly, and landed firmly on the ring.

(End of this chapter)