The Nameless Chrysanthemum
The audience was stunned by the emcee's kind advice.
Is this poisonous fog really that fierce?
The emcee boss observed the crowd below the stage as he continued speaking:
"Soul Grandmaster Soul Master with a cultivation level of over 20, relying on his Soul Skill shield to protect himself from all poisons, had his shield shatter as soon as he reached the center of the poisonous fog. He was instantly ripped apart, and his anus is still incomplete to this day!"
"One of my Soul Elder Soul Master friends, who was over level 30, refused to believe it and stood right in the middle of the poisonous fog. In the end, he was already in a sorry state before he even finished his business!"
"There are also Soul Ancestor Soul Master with higher cultivation levels who thought it was all a fabrication, but they were poisoned by this mist several times. Although they were not poisoned to death, they were traumatized and turned pale at the mere mention of this mist."
"Fellow Soul Master, I'm not exaggerating!"
"The number of Soul Master who have collapsed in this poisonous fog could pile up like a mountain, and the amount of their excrement could also form a mountain!"
"I don't want any of my Soul Master friends to be harmed by this, so if I don't have the strength, I won't participate in this challenge!"
The emcee owner earnestly tried to persuade the crowd.
Although the emcee's boss's voice and tone sounded sincere.
However, the words of advice, along with the emcee's narrowed round eyes, carried a rather provocative tone.
The emcee's boss's remarks contained exaggerations.
However, it worked very well, stirring up waves of excitement in the audience.
Many audience members showed disdain after hearing what the emcee boss said.
"That's just alarmist talk. Watch me break through your poisonous fog and take the lead!"
Some viewers were determined to win.
"Just one child, a failed Trash Martial Soul has evolved to a useless state, and a Soul Master who has been poisoned in this toxic fog—they could be piled up into a small mountain?"
"Are you kidding me?! Get your Silver Soul Coin ready, I'm coming to collect them!"
Someone muttered dismissively.
"This boss is really something. Does he really think his poisonous fog is invincible?"
"Boss, you're still young. You'll end up losing so much money you'll be broke!"
Some people were unconcerned, their faces calm and unconcerned, not taking the poisonous fog seriously at all.
The emcee's words were like a Giant Stone falling into a lake, creating a huge splash.
These passersby waited with great interest for the challenge to begin, and then went up to take on the challenge.
After hearing what the emcee boss said from below the stage, Du Bai thought to himself that this emcee boss surnamed Zheng was a real talent.
"He has good language skills and is also a good host. With his shrewd little round eyes and slightly chubby, oily figure, he's undoubtedly a cunning businessman!"
Du Bai thought to himself.
To be honest, the emcee's words made Du Bai want to go up and try it out to see if the poisonous fog was really that deadly.
However, Du Bai, being a level 85 Soul Douluo, was unable to participate in this challenge.
Just as Du Bai was having a sudden thought.
After the emcee finished his introduction, he announced to the crowd at just the right moment:
"Alright, let the match begin!"
"Those who want to participate in the challenge, come up on stage!"
"You can recruit someone to participate in the competition!"
The boss, with a smile and a friendly expression, addressed the crowd.
However, the boss's kind smile was seen as a sly grin by some of the losers who had already participated in the challenge.
As soon as the boss finished speaking, five figures leaped up from below the stage and onto the stage.
Among these five figures, there were fat and heavy people, as well as thin and frail people.
Liu Dezhu was among them.
"Finish the challenge quickly, then go back and continue monitoring that couple!"
Liu Dezhu muttered to himself, "After participating in the challenge, I still have to keep an eye on Du Bai and Bibi Dong. I'm so busy!"
In Liu Dezhu's view, Yu Chenglong was a good-for-nothing, just like Yu Xiaogang.
After all, Yu Xiaogang was the son of Yu Yuanzhen, the sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and had plenty of resources to support him, yet he still ended up becoming a well-known good-for-nothing.
You, Yu Chenglong, have no relatives or friends; you're just a junior disciple, certainly not even as good as Yu Xiaogang.
Therefore, Liu Dezhu wanted to give it a try.
It doesn't matter if we lose.
But what if we win?
No one can live without dreams; even a salted fish can turn over.
With this in mind, Liu Dezhu decisively participated in the challenge.
The other challengers shared the same thought as Liu Dezhu: they felt that Yu Chenglong's poisonous fog was not worth mentioning and wanted to try their hand at it.
And so, the five of them were the first to come up on stage.
Seeing the five of them come up, the emcee owner smiled and said in a friendly manner:
"We have five challengers coming up now!"
"Is anyone else coming up?"
The emcee asked the audience, but received no response.
Clearly, five people participating in the first wave of the challenge was enough.
Many casual Soul Master are rather cautious and conservative, preferring to observe how others navigate the poisonous fog before taking action themselves.
Upon seeing the beautiful woman approach, the emcee, maintaining his composure, continued hosting the event:
"Alright, let's have the five of us take on the first challenge!"
As the emcee was speaking, he glanced at Liu Dezhu and the other four, then continued with a smile and friendly tone:
"Under our poisonous fog, we will not harm the nameless chrysanthemums!"
"Therefore, you must leave your names before entering the poisonous fog so that we can know!"
The emcee's boss's words were quite provocative.
Sure enough, after the emcee boss finished speaking...
Among the five, one of the more burly Soul Master spoke up impatiently:
"My name is Sun Peng, Soul Elder of Level Thirty-Two!"
"Hurry up, I'm in a rush!"
The burly Soul Master, Sun Peng, spoke with an impatient expression.
After he finished speaking, Liu Dezhu, who was standing to the side, urged him on:
"Let's get started, my legs are getting sore from standing!"
"Level 18 Soul Master, Liu Dezhu!"
After Liu Dezhu finished speaking, the three Soul Master beside him also spoke up one after another, revealing their names.
"Level 27 Soul Grandmaster, Yang Tianfeng!"
"Level 23 Soul Grandmaster, Su Fei!"
"Level 15 Soul Master, Li Yuntao!"
After the five contestants finished their introductions, they all looked eager and ready to take on the challenge.
"Alright, please pay your Silver Soul Coin and the match will begin!"
The emcee boss said with a smile.
Subsequently, Sun Peng, Liu Dezhu, and the other four quickly paid the five Silver Soul Coin.
After the payment was completed, the emcee began to announce:
"The challenge begins!"
At the master of ceremonies' command, the three employees, surnamed Wu, Zhao, and Zhang, lit an incense Soul Master.
"When this incense stick has burned out, a quarter of an hour will have elapsed. The challenge begins!"
"I warned you all, this poisonous fog is not simple. Don't try it lightly without cultivation and composure!"
"If anything goes wrong, don't blame me!"
The emcee boss began to shift the blame.
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