Pudu Cihang

In the rest area, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo seated at the very back of the Holy Spirit Sect team, rose with a grim expression. His lips moved toward the Waiting Area as though he were saying something.

In the Waiting Area, Tang Ya, seated in the foremost position, turned to look in the Scorpion Tiger Douluo's direction and gave him a slight nod.

At Tang Ya's signal, another team member stood up and flashed onto the Competition Platform.

This person was extremely tall, well over two meters, yet exceptionally thin, like a bamboo pole. The black robe hanging from his body looked like a tattered sack.

His movements were clearly somewhat stiff, and he was not fast as he walked step by step toward the center of the Competition Platform. His knees seemed unable to bend.

"Referee, I concede." The instant Naraku saw this contestant, a strange look flickered through his eyes. Then, under Nan Fusheng's control, he raised his hand and conceded without hesitation.

Hearing this sudden declaration of surrender, Unbroken Douluo's face flashed with surprise, but he still announced loudly, "Third match of the Individual Elimination Tournament: the Witch Cult concedes. Holy Spirit Sect wins."

Nan Fusheng pondered inwardly. The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament was, after all, a grand event that attracted tremendous attention. If Evil Soul Masters were allowed to slaughter one another, it would truly disgrace the tournament.

Although he held little respect for this tournament in his heart, for certain reasons, he still decided to replace Naraku.

"Pudu Cihang, you're up." Under Nan Fusheng's mental control, another person emerged from the Witch Cult's Waiting Area.

"Huh?"

In the spectator stands, many Audience members could not help voicing their confusion when they saw this person take the arena.

The man who