(Fourth update)
In the contestants' rest area, the match was about to begin. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing both wore complicated expressions. Facing old acquaintances from the Star Luo Empire had clearly made it difficult for them to remain as calm as usual.
Yang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching the scene unfold. He had no interest in involving himself in the affairs of Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's families.
Though, from a modern perspective, Dai Mubai's family's method of raising descendants like venomous insects to select an heir seemed rather cold-blooded and cruel, Yang Ming had spent so long on the Douluo Continent that he had already adapted to its law of the jungle. He even rather admired his family's method of choosing successors.
The Great Ancestor once said that political power grew out of the barrel of a gun.
On the Douluo Continent, where great power was concentrated in the individual, only someone with sufficient strength, a clever mind, and iron-blooded methods could steer a major power.
If a weak and indecisive person took the throne, it would be nothing short of a disaster. Not only would they doom countless clansmen, but they would also erase the entire family from the Douluo Continent.
The time had come.
Yang Ming was the first to step onto the arena with calm composure. Dai Mubai paused slightly, seeming to draw boundless confidence from Yang Ming's unruffled back. He gave a mocking smile and thought:
What am I even worried about? With Yang Ming here, there is no suspense in this match at all!
Dai Mubai slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a relaxed smile appearing at the corner of his lips. He exchanged a glance with Zhu Zhuqing, and even Zhu Zhuqing, who rarely smiled, smiled