Losers' Bracket Finals Begin

At 1:15 in the afternoon!

Both sides had already arrived at the arena and entered the waiting area.

Moreover, the many spectators had long since taken their seats. After all, the losers' bracket team finals were bound to be an exceptionally exciting match, and what had happened that morning was still fresh in their minds.

The discord between Lu Yuan, Tang San, and the others, as well as the rift and friction between their teams, all indicated that an intensely fierce battle would erupt that afternoon. How could the spectators not be interested?

Before Papal Hall, six gilded chairs had long been arranged. Bibi Dong and Dugu Bo still sat in the middle, with Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ning Fengzhi, and Sword Douluo seated on either side of them.

Even these big shots were quite interested in this match.

Of course, not a single one of them believed Tang San and the others could win. Bibi Dong naturally knew Lu Yuan's true strength and Soul Ring configuration. He was her disciple, after all, so she had absolute confidence in him.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt much the same. Lu Yuan's monstrous talent was etched deeply into their hearts. They did not believe Tang San and his group could possibly compare to Lu Yuan.

Dugu Bo's view was naturally born of blind trust in Lu Yuan. In his eyes, Lu Yuan, the Hall Master, was the most dazzling genius in the world. No one could compare to him. What did a mere Tang San amount to?

Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi, meanwhile, had either witnessed Lu Yuan fight firsthand or seen it with their own eyes. Even without using his Martial Soul, Lu Yuan could display the combat strength of a Soul Douluo. What could Tang San and the others