But everyone knew the real focus was on just two teams.
One was the Spirit Hall Team, led by Spirit Hall's Saint Son, Fang Fan. The other was the Avenger Team, led by Tang San, who had returned from Slaughter City.
Both teams were far beyond the usual standard of the Elite Spirit Master Tournament. With Titled Douluo competing, every other team was hopelessly outmatched.
Bibi Dong sat on the throne at the center of the main grandstand, her Purple Gold Papal Robe gleaming with authority in the sunlight.
She swept her gaze across the arena and announced in a cool, commanding voice:
"In this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, the disparity in strength between teams is too great. After consultation with the organizing committee and all participating teams, it has been decided that the championship and runner-up positions will be decided directly between the Spirit Hall Team and the Slaughter City Team.
All other teams will compete for third place and below.
Anyone who objects may speak now."
The entire arena fell silent.
No one objected—not because they were afraid, but because they truly stood no chance.
Look at the Spirit Hall Team: the Level 97 Super Douluo Fang Fan at its head, backed by a line of Soul Saints who were all at least level 74. Then look at the Slaughter City Team:
The level 92 Titled Douluo Tang San led a group of Avengers who were all Soul Emperors.
Even the best competitors from the other academies were only Soul Kings. How could they compete with these two monstrous teams?
In Spirit Hall's VIP section, Ning Rongrong swung her legs smugly and leaned over to whisper in Zhu Zhuqing's ear:
"Senior sister, do you think Tang San spent the last two years so focused on raising