Pudu Chang

In the resting area, Zhang Peng, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo seated at the very back of the Holy Spirit Sect team, stood up with a grim expression. His lips moved toward the Waiting Area, though no one knew what he was saying.

In the Waiting Area, Tang Ya, seated at the head, turned to look in Scorpion Tiger Douluo's direction and gave him a slight nod.

At Tang Ya's signal, another team member stood up and flashed onto the competition stage.

This man was extremely tall, well over two meters, yet remarkably thin, like a bamboo pole. The black robe hanging from his body looked like a tattered sack.

His movements were clearly somewhat stiff, and he was not fast as he walked step by step toward the center of the competition stage. His knees seemed almost unable to bend.

"Referee, I concede." The instant Naraku saw this contestant, a strange glint appeared in his eyes. Then, under Nan Fusheng's control, he raised his hand and conceded without hesitation.

Unbreakable Douluo's face flashed with surprise upon hearing this sudden declaration of surrender, but he still announced loudly, "Third match of the Individual Elimination Tournament: the Witch Cult concedes. The Holy Spirit Sect wins."

Nan Fusheng pondered silently. The Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament was, after all, a grand event watched by countless people. Letting Evil Soul Masters slaughter one another would truly tarnish the tournament's reputation.

Though he held little respect for the tournament in his heart, for certain reasons, he still decided to replace Naraku.

"Pudu Chang, you're up." Under Nan Fusheng's conscious control, another person walked out from the Witch Cult's Waiting Area.

"Huh?"

In the audience seating, many spectators voiced their confusion when they saw this man step onto the Competition Arena.

The man who