"No. 6, contestant Nan Fusheng wins."
"..."
"Oooh—!"
After a brief stillness, thunderous cheers and applause erupted from the stands. Countless spectators rose to their feet, clapping as the roar of the crowd crashed against the stadium dome like a rolling flood, making even the air seem to tremble with their fervor.
The people who had been arguing fiercely over the outcome had now set aside their differences. Every gaze was fixed on the upright figure at the center of the Competition Arena.
No matter whom they had supported at first, this breathtaking duel had defined what it meant to be strong in the most shocking way possible. It was enough to make everyone offer the victor their heartfelt respect.
"Nan Fusheng! Nan Fusheng!"
The synchronized chants rose and fell like war drums pounding against everyone's eardrums. Some especially excited spectators even raised their arms and shouted, "Strongest Soul Douluo! Strongest Soul Douluo!"
The cry spread through the stands like wildfire.
After all, Nan Fusheng's cultivation was clearly at the eight-ring Soul Douluo level, yet before everyone's eyes, he had defeated Ao Wuchang, who possessed the strength of a Title Douluo. Even the three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts his opponent 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 at this moment, the spectators only believed in the shock of what they had witnessed with their own eyes.
At least in their understanding, anyone who could defeat several Title Douluo-level opponents in succession with the body of a Soul Douluo absolutely deserved such praise.
Nan Fusheng stood at the center of the Competition