Unless He Dies, Don't Even Think About It

"Number six, contestant Nan Fusheng wins."

"..."

"Whoa—!"

After a brief silence, thunderous cheers and applause erupted from the stands. Countless Audience members rose to their feet and clapped, their voices like a surging flood crashing against the stadium dome, making even the air seem to tremble with their fervor.

The crowd that had been fiercely debating the outcome just moments ago now set aside their differences, every gaze focused on the tall figure standing at the center of the arena.

No matter whom they had initially supported, this breathtaking duel had defined what it meant to be strong in the most shocking way possible. It was enough to earn the victor everyone's heartfelt respect.

"Nan Fusheng! Nan Fusheng!"

The unified chants rose and fell like war drums pounding against everyone's eardrums. Some especially excited Audience members even raised their arms and shouted, "The strongest Soul Douluo! The strongest Soul Douluo!"

Like sparks igniting a prairie fire, the cry quickly spread through the stands.

Nan Fusheng's cultivation was plainly at the eight-ring Soul Douluo level, yet before everyone's very eyes, he had defeated Ao Wuchang, who possessed the strength of a Titled Douluo. Even the three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts Ao Wuchang had summoned had failed to shake him in the slightest.

With such a record, the title of "strongest Soul Douluo" was more than deserved in everyone's eyes.

Perhaps elsewhere on the vast Douluo Continent, there were other extraordinarily gifted Soul Douluos capable of similar feats. But the Audience present only believed in the shock of what they had witnessed with their own eyes.

At least by their understanding, Nan Fusheng was absolutely worthy of such praise for defeating several Titled Douluo-level opponents in succession as a Soul Douluo.

"..."

Nan Fusheng stood at the center of the arena, doing