Zhao Fu stood there calmly, waiting for his next opponent to appear.
The reason Zhao Fu had come to take part in the Fighting God Festival was naturally for the title of Combat God. More importantly, he wanted to obtain the divine power of several hundred gods.
Obtaining the divine power of several hundred gods at once was extraordinarily difficult; there was basically no way to do it. That was why Zhao Fu was so tempted by the Fighting God Festival.
If he fused the divine power of those several hundred gods, Zhao Fu's power of myriad gods would undergo a transformation and become a higher-tier power of myriad gods. At that time, his power of myriad gods would become even stronger.
The fat young man stepped onto the stage again and said, "Congratulations on your victory, Lord God. Now, let us welcome the next participant, Lord Dog God."
A Kobold with a human body appeared. He wore leather armor and held a spiked club, radiating a powerful aura. He was Dog God.
The entire crowd erupted into cheers and shouts again, but this time, they were not cheering for Dog God—they were cheering for Zhao Fu.
They had now witnessed just how powerful Zhao Fu was. They had already taken Zhao Fu's side and begun to worship him.
"Ahhh! Lord Emperor God, I love you! I believe you'll definitely become this year's Combat God!"
"Lord Emperor God, you're the person I admire most now. I'll support you forever!"
"Lord Emperor God is truly so powerful! You'll definitely win easily again this time!"
"I knew Lord Emperor God was no ordinary person, or you wouldn't have chosen such a domineering and powerful title. Lord Emperor God is the strongest!"
"Lord Emperor God, I support you too! I'm willing to place