In the end, the Ten Priests agreed to Fang Zheng's request and acknowledged his solo team, but there was one condition: if Fang Zheng was defeated, his entire team would be declared defeated as well.
Naturally, Fang Zheng did not care. After all, he had been the only one fighting from the start.
Before the elimination rounds began, however, there was a minor incident.
The Ten Priests had originally decided to hold the elimination rounds on an uninhabited island near Tokyo and allow the contestants' families and companions to come watch. But upon hearing this, Fang Zheng exploded. What the hell was this? He had traveled all the way to the United States, and now they wanted him to go back? He was done playing with them—he would just take the Great Soul and leave! Did they have nothing better to do than jerk people around?
Fang Zheng's outburst gave the Ten Priests quite a scare, and in the end, they had no choice but to change their minds and begin the elimination rounds right there... otherwise, Fang Zheng really would have simply taken the Great Soul by force!
Though somewhat hasty, the elimination rounds began under the Pachi tribe's rushed arrangements. Of course, compared with ordinary competitions, both the venue and the number of participants were rather sparse. But none of the contestants cared about such trivial matters. For them, victory and becoming the Shaman King were the greatest reasons they had joined this Psychic Battle.
As long as they could become the Shaman King and obtain the Great Soul, they would become the "gods" of this world!
That was what they said, anyway...
"Winner! Fang Zheng! Victory goes to the Undead Legion!!!"
After the referee's impassioned declaration, Fang Zheng glanced at the contestant sprawled on the ground, snorted