Tang Wulin raised his chin toward Qiangu Zhangting, whereas the latter merely gave him a faint smile in a more refined display.

Even though Tang Wulin was in disguise, his adopted identity of Yu Longyue was also very handsome, and the two of them created a stark contrast in which an arrogant display was clashing with a refined demeanor.

Lan Fuozi was also appraising Tang Wulin, yet the fury in her eyes had been replaced by a rather peculiar expression.

After that, the group allotments continued, and there were some other instances of powerful beings allocated to the same group, but none quite as exciting as the Tang Wulin and Qiangu Zhangting duo.

According to the information that had been prepared for Tang Wulin, there were 23 Titled Douluos, 56 Soul Douluos, and 21 Soul Sages among the final 100.

As such, the majority of the final 100 were comprised of Soul Douluos, while the 21 Soul Sages were all very lucky in that they didn't encounter any powerful opponents in the elimination stage. However, in the round-robin stage, they most likely had no chance of further progression.

There were four Titled Douluos in total in Tang Wulin and Qiangu Zhangting's group, but the other two Titled Douluos were significantly older than them. This outcome fully convinced the general public that this was indeed a fair event. Even the Spirit Pagoda Chairman's grandson had been allocated to such a difficult group; how could anyone accuse the Spirit Pagoda of rigging the event?

Yu Longyue was the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, so there was no way that he would accept a bribe from the Spirit Pagoda, and there were two other Titled Douluos in the group as well, so if Qiangu Zhangting could still progress to the final 10 under these circumstances, then no one would have anything to say.

"Thus concludes the ceremony. The round-robin stage will commence tomorrow, and one round will be held per day. There will be five matches per group per round, and the matches for two groups will take place each day, all in this venue.

"

Tang Wulin's brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this. There were a total of 10 groups, which meant that it would take five days to complete a single round. In order for each member of each group to battle everyone else in their group once, there would have to be nine rounds per group, which meant that it would take 45 days to decide the final 10. It was the first time that he had encountered such a lengthy tournament format.

The Spirit Pagoda was undoubtedly doing this to attract more attention, as well as to advertise their Myriad Beast Plane.

Even Tang Wulin had to admit that the Myriad Beast Plane was indeed extremely alluring. It essentially did the same thing as the Spirit Ascension Plane, except one wouldn't have to slaughter soul beasts in the Myriad Beast Plane to reap the benefits, and there was no upper limit in the Myriad Beast Plane.

"Go back and rest; the first-round matches for the first and second groups will take place tomorrow, so please be ready.

"

There were only going to be 10 matches per day, but due to the fact that the participants were more powerful, the matches were also going to be more spectacular. With a total duration of 45 days, the Spirit Pagoda would be able to make a massive profit from ticket sales alone.

Furthermore, the matches could be arranged so that there was at least one match between Titled Douluos per day to generate even more interest.

Thus, all of the remaining participants began to depart from the competition platform, and all of a sudden, Tang Wulin lowered his own center of gravity before quickly stepping to the side.

"Hmph!

" A cold harrumph rang out, and his shoulder was still caught in a firm grasp in the end. A burst of suction force was released by the hand on his shoulder, preventing him from getting away.

"Can I help you?

" Tang Wulin turned around in a resigned manner. He already knew who it was based on the aura alone.

Lan Fuozi appraised him with a cold expression, and said,

"You should be thanking your lucky stars that you're not in my group. Otherwise, I'd beat you so hard even your mother wouldn't recognize you!

"

Tang Wulin's expression immediately fell upon hearing his mother being mentioned.

"If you only stopped me to make empty threats, then piss off and go make these threats to the people in your group instead.

"

Lan Fuozi faltered slightly upon hearing this. With her Spirit Domain realm spiritual power, she could naturally sense the sudden shift in Tang Wulin's mood.

She released his shoulder, and asked in a cold voice,

"Are you confident that you can beat that guy?

"

Tang Wulin replied in an indifferent manner,

"Of course, just like I'm confident that I can beat you.

"

Lan Fuozi gave a disdainful harrumph.

"Talk is cheap; how about we go somewhere for a fight?

"

''Not interested.

" Tang Wulin turned and departed without a second thought.

Lan Fuozi was furious to see this, and she immediately darted around to stop Tang Wulin in his tracks.

"Don't think that I'll just let you off the hook for what happened that day!

"

Tang Wulin's brows furrowed slightly upon hearing this.

"What do you intend to do? Do you want to thank me for saving your life? How are you going to thank me? With your body?

"

"How dare you!

" Lan Fuozi was instantly reminded of that awkward ordeal, and she thrust a palm toward Tang Wulin's chest in a fit of rage.

The surrounding air currents instantly became extremely viscous, and Tang Wulin was struck by a brief sense of asphyxiation, as if he had been plunged into a deep-sea abyss. What was even more terrifying was that the area around him seemed to have been transformed into a vacuum, within which he was unable to breathe, nor sense the presence of any elements. All he could feel was the terrifying air currents hurtling directly toward his chest.

Not only was this palm imbued with rotational vortex-like power, it was also very strange in that the vortex and the palm were revolving in different directions, creating a burst of compression force that threatened to crush his body into mincemeat.

Tang Wulin's expression changed slightly upon seeing this. He had always known that Lan Fuozi was very powerful, but he didn't think that she would be this powerful.

This attack had clearly already exceeded the realm of his body's normal defensive capabilities, which meant that it posed an actual threat to him.

He gave a cold harrumph as he stomped his right foot down onto the ground, and a burst of enormous pressure rose up all around his body.

This was gravitational control!

As he had become more powerful, his gravitational control had also become more potent, and the two vortexes abruptly sank as if they had been dragged down by some type of mysterious force.

At the same time, Tang Wulin threw a straight punch.

Bluish-purple scales appeared all over the surface of his fist, and arcs of lighting converged to form a ball of lightning that exploded violently.

"Boom!

"

The two of them were still in the Bright City Sports Stadium, and following their resounding clash, Tang Wulin's body swayed slightly from the rotational power of the vortexes, while Lan Fuozi was forced back a couple of steps.

Powerful shockwaves erupted in all directions, and all of the surrounding participants instantly scattered in an alarmed manner.

They weren't overly familiar with Lan Fuozi, but they had all witnessed Tang Wulin's powerful displays during the elimination stage, and none of them wanted to be caught up in his attack.

As it turned out, they were right to take evasive measures. The shockwaves that were proliferating outward were still imbued with traces of powerful lightning, and some of the participants who didn't manage to get away in time were all instantly rooted to the spot as their bodies began to spasm uncontrollably.

Furthermore, most of the energy that erupted from the clash had risen upward instead of spreading outward. Otherwise, the effect would've been even more fearsome.