As Tianlong Gate's Captain, I Might Have to Defeat You, Really

As the Soul Master Tournament progressed, fewer and fewer teams remained at Bright Joy Hotel. Most teams whose matches had ended chose to leave.

To them, this place was nothing but a land of sorrow.

Of course, some teams wanted to stay and watch the matches, to witness the gap between themselves and the rest of the world. But realistically, eliminated teams were no longer entitled to free food and lodging at Bright Joy Hotel.

They could not get tickets for the later matches, and they would have to find another hotel and check in with their luggage. Hotel prices at this time were downright extortionate.

They might as well just leave.

In any case, they could now watch the Soul Master Tournament livestream in real time on the Spirit Net.

But this was precisely the outcome Xu Tianran wanted.

As long as those teams left Ming Capital one after another, they would walk right into his ambush.

As early as the beginning of the Round Robin, Xu Tianran had arranged for the areas around Ming Capital to be surrounded on three sides, leaving only one route open.

Barring any accidents, those people would not be able to escape even if they grew wings!

At the thought of capturing those geniuses as hostages, kicking off a continental war, expanding his territory, and ultimately standing atop the world, Xu Tianran felt a long-forgotten surge of excitement.

But then, an accident occurred.

Reality dumped a bucket of cold water over Xu Tianran's head.

This plan could be abandoned before it had even begun.

According to his subordinates' reports, the Soul Master Tournament was nearly over, yet the teams they had captured were all insignificant small fry.

It was as though all those teams had vanished into thin air after leaving Ming Capital.