Two days later, Wenren Sheng, who was being pressed into service by Li Yuanfeng, received word that the finals had resumed.
This Otherworldly User Assembly was supposed to have been a swift, decisive affair in Wenren Sheng's original vision. Instead, after the Patrol Division's meddling, it had been dragged out into a full-blown marathon.
The upside was that the onlookers had been thoroughly entertained and educated.
But for Wenren Sheng, the competition had finally reached its endgame.
At three in the afternoon, he stepped back into the finals venue.
The finals were one-on-one matches, with the winner advancing to the next round.
The individual matches came first, followed by the team matches.
His first opponent was a dark-skinned old man with feathers tied atop his head. Most of his body was bare, with only a few hemp ropes wrapped around his waist to cradle his old bird.
Old Blackie came from the Hot Continent. His name was Connado.
Based on Zhao Han and her father's retrospection, along with Ouyang Tian's intelligence gathering, Connado's background was laid bare before Wenren Sheng.
Within the local tribes, Connado was treated like a god. He had married three hundred and sixty-five wives, sleeping with a different one every day.
If certain people back home found out about this, they would surely beat him to death.
The Otherworldly User's body had given the old man exceptional physical strength, enough to support this lecherous old bastard's vigorous lifestyle.
And that was not all. Connado was practically an ancient tribal tyrant—lawless, cruel, and shameless. On top of everything else, he had to kill one person every day, or he could not sleep.
Sleeping with one, killing one—that was his entire life.
Even so, the people of those tribes believed that this was what a god ought to