"I told you to stop! Why did you still kill him?" Zheng Zhan glared at Sharu, both shocked and furious.
Sharu raised one finger and wagged it. "Referee, you spoke far too late. I wasn't sure whether he had truly lost the ability to fight. That was merely a necessary finishing blow."
"Evil Soul Masters truly are evil by nature." Zheng Zhan swept Sharu with a cold glance before announcing, "The Witch Cult wins the first match of the Individual Elimination Tournament. Bright Jade Sect, send out your next member."
A stir broke out among the Bright Jade Sect team beneath the arena. However, their captain remained exceptionally calm—or rather, indifferent. At the Bright Jade Sect Captain's sharp rebuke, they immediately settled down again.
Then, a figure rose from Bright Jade Sect's Waiting Area and shot onto the Competition Platform.
He was a pale-skinned young man, his face bloodless and pallid, his entire body giving off a sickly air. His not-too-long hair had been slicked back with some special substance, gleaming brightly. His eyes were light brown, and his gaze was cold.
His upper body was slightly hunched, and he was very thin, though quite tall. His arms were especially long, swaying faintly at his sides. The moment he stepped onto the stage, he gave off an eerie, sinister feeling.
Zheng Zhan looked at the Bright Jade Sect youth and said solemnly, "State your names."
"Witch Cult, Sharu."
"Bright Jade Sect, Ade." This Bright Jade Sect youth had a strange voice, thin and shrill. Yet it somehow carried a distinctly masculine quality, completely at odds with the sinister aura he radiated.
"Step back and prepare for the match."
"The match begins." Unbroken Douluo Zheng Zhan lowered his right hand and declared the start of the battle.
In an instant, Ade's