Although Su Mo felt somewhat helpless about the rules of this martial gathering, he did not care much. In any case, he had no plans to take the field, so if it lasted longer, then so be it!
"Since that is the case, this elder will not waste any more words. The martial gathering officially begins now!" Elder Yin Ze swept his gaze across the crowd, waved his sleeve, and announced loudly.
Whoosh!
The moment Elder Yin Ze finished speaking, a figure shot onto the enormous central battle platform like lightning.
This vast battle platform had been constructed from the power of formations. When martial artists stood upon it, they appeared exceedingly small.
The first person to take the stage was none other than Lü Gang of the Dao Sect.
Under the rules of this competition, those who proactively took the stage to issue challenges clearly held the advantage, since they could choose weaker opponents.
Lü Gang had long been holding back a breath of resentment. He intended to prove himself and the Dao Sect in this martial gathering, so he was the first to step onto the stage.
"Name!"
At this moment, beneath Dao Saint Yin Ze on the northern grandstand, a brown-robed elder of the Taiyin Tribe called out loudly.
"Lü Gang!" Lü Gang answered loudly. He knew this was the person responsible for recording battle results.
The brown-robed elder nodded upon hearing this and recorded Lü Gang's name.
Then, Lü Gang's gaze swept over the grandstand occupied by the Seven Great Powers to the south, eventually settling on the Black Flame Tribe's camp.
As he looked at Yan Huo, battle intent boiled in Lü Gang's eyes. However, though he was seething inside, he still abandoned the idea of challenging Yan Huo in the first battle.
He had