The Battle for Strongest Soul Douluo?

The Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention had entered the round-robin stage. Upsets were rare, with each round lasting five days, and the first round had concluded smoothly.

The rankings within each group had become clear. Contestants who lost their opening matches naturally fell toward the bottom, while those who secured their first victories firmly occupied the leading positions. The gap in points had quietly begun to widen from the outset.

On the raised platform at the center of the arena, commentator Ai Fei held a microphone. Her clear, pleasant voice carried through the amplifiers and spread throughout the venue, offering a warm and comfortable listening experience:

"Dear audience, the next match will be the featured battle of Group Two. The contenders are Governor Nan Fusheng from Skysea City and Ao Wuchang from the Spirit Pagoda."

She paused briefly, her gaze sweeping over the roaring stands before she continued, "In the previous round, both contestants emerged victorious and each earned one point."

"Therefore, the outcome of today's match is crucial—its winner will stand out once more, not only consolidating their own ranking but directly suppressing a powerful competitor and laying a solid foundation for future advancement."

After another slight pause, Ai Fei's voice grew more impassioned. "At the same time, many regard today's clash as the battle for 'strongest Soul Douluo' in this Martial Arts Matchmaking Convention. Both Nan Fusheng and Ao Wuchang have impressive records of defeating Titled Douluos."

"Among the competitors in this convention, they may not possess the deepest cultivation, but their distinctive combat styles have certainly drawn plenty of attention!"

As Ai Fei gave her commentary, Ao Wuchang, standing to one side of the arena, made his move. He extended his right thumb toward Nan Fusheng, then slowly turned it downward, pointing at the ground.

The gesture was