Jiang Wenzhou looked at the wins recorded on the roster, unable to hide his excitement, and whispered:
"Elder Wu, does this mean we've secured a spot?"
Wu Zhu glanced at the challengers still lining up to register in the distance and lowered his voice:
"More or less. A Titled Douluo paired with a close-combat soul tool I personally honed-almost no one in the original Douluo Three Kingdoms can put together a combination like that. Ordinary sects have no way to break through against Lu Li."
"However," Wu Zhu said, changing tack,
"if the sect master wants to fight for an even higher ranking at this assembly, that will depend on the next two rounds. A single Titled Douluo battle won't be enough."
Beyond the Seventh Arena, several of the main arenas farther ahead had already found their owners.
The first arena stood empty save for Du Busi, who sat there with the imposing air of a warrior astride his horse, saber in hand.
The Body Sect's master had a fearsome reputation. Several sects that had intended to try their luck immediately slunk away to register for other positions once they saw who was sitting up there. The first arena had become the quietest place in the entire venue.
In the second arena, Zhongli Wu stood with his hands behind his back.
A sect elder who refused to back down had just fought him.
The elder had given it everything he had, yet before he could even touch the hem of Zhongli Wu's clothes, a mass of cold, sinister black energy had pinned him to the ground. Unable to move, he soon lost the match.
Zhongli Wu withdrew the black energy. Not only had he refrained from dealing a killing blow, he even smiled and offered a few courteous words:
"Thank