A Head-Scratching Tournament Format!!!!!

"The arena?" Ning Rongrong followed Ye Hua's gaze and almost lost her balance.

"Sister Zhu Qing, look!" Ning Rongrong suppressed a laugh.

Ye Hua pulled out some snacks, "Hey, keep your mouth busy!"

"What a shame to watch a good show without snacks!"

The world is a giant makeshift stage.

I mentioned it casually yesterday.

We can see tigers playing with monkeys today!

Ah, this is just like a play!

On the arena, the two teams stood ready.

On one side was the Star Luo Team, with only two members coming up. Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun chatted and laughed, showing no signs of tension about the impending battle.

On the other side is the Shrek Team, with Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Tailong forming their ranks!

The referee was confused.

He looked helplessly at the Red Cardinal was presiding over the competition.

The Red Cardinal was bewildered.

He looked at the Pope blankly.

Bibi Dong nodded slightly, Red Cardinal breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's alright, let the game continue!"

In principle, seven against seven means seven against seven; no player can be missing.

But it's clear to everyone that Tang San's team is practically defunct, with only three members remaining.

The Star Luo Team represents the Star Luo Empire, and although there are suspicions of violations, they still have to be given face.

At this moment, Tang San's face was even more ashen than a pig's liver.

He has already noticed Ye Hua!

That lazy Yang looks like he's watching a monkey show!

Am I some kind of monkey for you to watch?!

What enraged him even more was --

Finals rules updated!

Hidden Weapon and Soul Guidance Weapon are strictly prohibited!

Godly Zhuge Crossbow is unusable!

And there's also the Star Luo Team...

"Damn it!" Tang San gritted his teeth. "This bastard is clearly here to disgust me!"

"We send three of us, they send two. Who do they think they are!"

"Three against two, the advantage is in our hands, and you'll pay the price sooner or later!"

Dai Weisi ignored him and instead looked at Dai Mubai.

The once Evil-Eyed White Tiger was now deathly pale, his legs trembling.

"Tsk tsk, Dai Mubai, the second prince of the Star Luo Empire, my good younger brother," Dai Weisi smiled kindly, "How have you been?"

Dai Mubai's jaw clenched, seemingly Wrath, but in reality, he was trembling with fear.

"Admit defeat," Dai Weisi said calmly. "If you can't even keep your fiancée, how can you face returning to the Star Luo Empire?"

boom--

Dai Mubai's mind went completely blank!

"Dai Weisi! I'll kill you!"

He charged forward suddenly, activating his third Soul Skill, [White Tiger Vajra Transformation], causing tiger stripes to spread across his muscles!

Dai Weisi remained motionless, turning his head to look at Zhu Zhuyun.

Zhu Zhuyun understood and placed her hand in Dai Mubai's palm.

Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Hell White Tiger!

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening roar of Tiger Roar exploded!

Dai Mubai's steps came to an abrupt halt!

Hell White Tiger!

A fusion technique between the Evil-Eyed White Tiger and the Hell Spirit Cat!

"Zhu Qing Qingben and I can also use this move!"

"It's all Ye Hua's fault! He stole my Zhu Qing away!"

Dai Mubai looked up, his eyes filled with despair.

Bang!

The Hell White Tiger raised its paw and casually slapped the ground.

Dai Mubai was swatted on the ground like a fly.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose; his fate was unknown.

One-hit kill!

"What?!"

Tang San's expression changed drastically.

Dai Mubai was the strongest fighter on his side, yet he couldn't even withstand a single move?

"You must be Tang San?"

Dai Weisi's voice rang out.

"That's right," Tang San said warily, "What advice do you have for me?"

"Someone wants your life, and they're willing to pay a lot of money!"

Dai Weisi's tone Youyou, yet Tang San felt a chill run down his spine!

"You really dare to kill me?" Tang San trembled.

"What wouldn't I dare!" The Hell White Tiger extended its claws!

Tang San was shocked, Blue Silver Grass burst forth!

The vines intertwined, attempting to trap the Hell White Tiger and buy him some breathing time.

But the Hell White Tiger didn't even blink, its tail swishing casually.

Hiss--

The giant net woven from Blue Silver Grass was torn to shreds like thin paper, with fragments scattering everywhere!

Tang San's pupils constricted sharply!

He's Soul Elder, after all!

How could it not even last half a second?

As the Hell White Tiger drew near, Tang San gritted his teeth.

"Clear Sky Hammer!"

Blue light exploded from his left hand, the hammer handle condensed, and three purple rings rose!

Tang San stomped his feet on the ground, smashing them hard against the Hell White Tiger's front paws!

clang--

A metallic chorus!

Tang San's tiger's mouth was instantly split open!

The Clear Sky Hammer flew out of my hand!

The Hell White Tiger's claws, still brimming with power, struck Tang San's chest!

Click!

Broken ribs!

Tang San was sent flying, his whole body curled up like a shrimp!

But the moment he landed, his buttocks struck the sharp edge of the ring step perfectly!

"Awooo--!!!"

Tang San let out a scream that was not human, clutching his buttocks tightly with both hands, his eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets!

The crossbow bolt wound inflicted by Feng Xiaotian hadn't scabbed over for long.

It was hit hard by the sharp edge of the step and broke open!

Blood soaked through his pants!

Tang San was in so much pain that he rolled on the ground, his face covered in tears and snot.

But he had to cover his buttocks and chest with both hands at the same time, so he was flustered and looked like a maggot!

As for Tailong, he decisively put his hands behind his head.

"I surrender! I surrender!"

The Hell White Tiger's claws hovered in mid-air, ultimately not striking.

The person who uttered those words is not worthy of their attention.

The head referee wiped away his cold sweat, "Star Luo Team wins!"

A healing Soul Master appears and uses his Soul Skill to stop Tang San's bleeding.

Seeing Tang San's miserable state, everyone tried their best to suppress their laughter.

This is the Papal Palace; it's best to keep things understated.

But some people just can't hold it in and bury their heads in their collars to chuckle.

As a result, once it happened, it happened again, and once it happened, it happened three times!

A sly smile turns into an open smile, and an open smile turns into a wild laugh!

Some people even laughed so hard their jaws almost dislocated!

Dai Weisi looked towards Hou Zhanqu of the Long Night Team and met Ye Hua's gaze.

Ye Hua gave a thumbs-up, "Very good, I thoroughly enjoyed watching!"

Even Zhu Zhuqing, who had just reunited with her sister and was feeling complicated, couldn't help but burst into laughter!

"Let's go back and rest."

"This finals will consist of six rounds, with a day off after each round. We don't need to play our next game."

"Why?" Wang Qiu'er frowned.

"It's about the competition format," Ye Hua said as they walked. "There are thirty-three teams in the finals."

"In the first round, the three seeded teams will receive a bye: the Spirit Hall Team, the Heaven Dou Royal Team, and the Star Luo Royal Team."

"But Dai Weisi is too strong-willed; he should give up his spot and let someone else have it."

"The remaining thirty teams will compete in pairs, and with the seeded teams, there will be eighteen teams left in the second round."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

"So complicated!" Wang Qiu'er stuck out her tongue.

"Indeed," Ye Hua held up two fingers, "But once you sort it out, it's not complicated."

"Next is the second round--"

"The top-ranked teams from Two Great Empires regions Promotion Tournament rounds."

"So we don't need to play the day after tomorrow."

Wang Qiu'er pondered for a moment, "So, in the third round, there are still ten teams left!"

"That's right," Ye Hua nodded, "And in the third round, the second-place team in the Promotion Tournament will receive a bye."

"So... there are still six teams left in the fourth round!"

"Good," Ye Hua nodded, "Qiu'er has learned to answer first!"

Wang Qiu'er scratched her head, "At first, I could keep up with your train of thought."

Ye Hua stretched, "We've already finished talking, haven't we?"

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong was stunned. "Ye Hua, don't bully Wang Qiu'er because she's stupid!"

"I'm not stupid!" Wang Qiu'er retorted angrily.

Ning Rongrong shrugged, "Didn't you say we'd be using six wheels?"

Ye Hua chuckled, "Is there any need to say more?"

"The fifth round, six teams down to three, will determine the champion, runner-up, and third-place winner."

"The sixth round is a little more complicated, but it's basically an internal battle between the three teams."

"By the way, the rest period before the final battle has been extended from one day to three days."

(That should be done. I'll put the original text in the author's notes, and everyone can take a look themselves.)

"Hmm," Wang Qiu'er puffed out her chest proudly, "I told you I wasn't stupid, didn't I?"

"I already guessed that there wasn't much else to say, so I didn't ask!"

Ning Rongrong stared at the waves of her chest, then looked at her own, burning with Envy.

"Yes, yes, yes," Ning Rongrong turned her head, "I don't know who said that [at the beginning]!"

"Ning Rongrong!" Wang Qiu'er rushed up and attacked her armpits.

Ye Hua watched them playfully bickering and put his hand to his forehead.

It's nothing serious, just a minor squabble.

At least at night, they are united!

But a few days later, in the third round, Ye Hua sensed something was amiss...