Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

"The Body Sect is said to have been established by the Martial God Douluo."

"Within the sect, the acting sect master is also a Title Douluo..."

A sect with two Title Douluos, one of whom is an invincible, terrifying presence in the world, this is not something they can casually discuss. A single misstep could lead to being hunted down by the Body Sect.

"This year is different from previous ones!"

"Even in the preliminaries, two teams have Soul King-level powerhouses participating."

"Not to mention the seven-in-one fusion skill..."

"One can only imagine how terrifying the guaranteed teams must be under these circumstances."

"Wait, what does having a Soul King participating have to do with the guaranteed teams?"

"Heaven Dou Royal Team Two has a Soul King. As for the Heaven Dou Royal Team One, you can guess!"

The speaker looked at the questioner as if he were a fool.

Hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.

If Team Two has a Soul King, how could Team One be any weaker?

If they were weaker, they wouldn't be the guaranteed team.

"So that's how it is!"

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Tomorrow is the official competition day. After the draw, we should focus on how to strategize against our opponents."

"Right, that makes sense!"

After the draw, the order of participants needs to be arranged in advance and finalized before the official competition begins.

Once finalized, it cannot be changed midway.

The preliminaries test teamwork, but the advancement matches are different—they test individual ability and tactics.

The Advancement matches are an arena battle.

Both sides arrange seven participants to take turns on the stage. The loser is replaced, while the winner stays on the stage until they lose and are replaced.

The team whose participants are all defeated first loses.

Of course, while tactics are important, individual ability is even more crucial.

If one person can single-handedly crush the opponent, achieving a 1v7 sweep, no tactics will matter.

This is common knowledge.

Under normal circumstances, a complete sweep is unlikely, as those who make it to the advancement matches are all prodigies.

Even if someone is lucky, their strength won't be too weak.

The possibility of being swept 1v7 is very low.

There are fifteen teams participating in the advancement matches, and each day one team will have a bye to rest.

The competition will last fourteen days.

Unlike the lively preliminaries, the advancement matches have no ordinary spectators, only the knights of the Royal Knight Corps are present to watch.

"Wow!"

"Is this the military camp?"

A curious voice rang out in the camp.

She looked around, seemingly unfamiliar with everything.

The knights, however, remained expressionless, pretending not to notice.

If anyone else were wandering around like this, they would have stopped them immediately.

This is a military camp, after all, how could anyone just wander around?

But this creature is different. She is the Martial God's martial spirit. Who would dare to stop her?

Besides, the Crown Prince is right beside her, and since he hasn't stopped her, there's no need for them to intervene.

"Paimon, did you come to the military camp to experience it?"

"Xue Qinghe" asked with a smile.

Hearing this, Paimon paused for a moment, then waved her hand at "Xue Qinghe" and said, "Qinghe, I think I'll pass. Never mind!"

She was just curious about the military camp.

As for actually experiencing it here, she'd rather not.

"With my physique, even lifting a weapon would be difficult..."

Paimon's combat power is only one-fifth that of a wild boar.

She is the very definition of a weakling.

"Xue Qinghe" wanted to laugh, but after glancing at the Royal Knights, she held it in.

Paimon's pitiful expression was just too funny.

As if remembering something, "Xue Qinghe" glanced at Zhongli beside her.

He probably just treats Paimon like a daughter. As for strength, whether Paimon has any combat power or not, he is still the world's number one.

"Paimon, let's go. I heard Qinghe has prepared some food for you again."

Zhongli casually waved his hand and said.

"Really?"

Paimon perked up, rubbing her hands together, and said to "Xue Qinghe," "Thank you, Qinghe!"

"Xue Qinghe" twitched at the corner of her eye. Fortunately, she had indeed prepared some food for Paimon, or else this would have been awkward.

"I did prepare some of Paimon's favorite dishes."

"Let's go to the competition venue..."

"Xue Qinghe" and Zhongli were attending as relatively useless judges.

Judges and referees are different. Referees need to oversee the matches, while judges only need to sit there. Unless something major happens, the judges don't need to intervene.

Only in cases of severe rule violations would the judges' opinions be needed.

There is more than one judge, so whether Zhongli and "Xue Qinghe" are present or not doesn't make much difference.

Today is the first day of the advancement matches.

The arena is a temporary stage, surrounded by Royal Knights forming a human wall. They are also the audience for the advancement matches.

The contestants are currently resting, as there is still some time before the competition begins.

Unlike the grand opening ceremony of the preliminaries, the advancement matches opening ceremony only had a few words of encouragement from Xue Ye before officially starting.

Perhaps it's fate, or perhaps it's that damned destiny.

"Advancement matche first round, first match: Shrek Academy versus Balak Academy!"

Once again, it's Shrek Academy versus Balak Academy.

However, without Yu Xiaogang, the "brain" of the team, Shrek's style has become characterized by one word: recklessness!

"Xiao San, take it easy. Save a couple for me!"

Dai Mubai patted Tang San's shoulder with a smile.

Although they didn't win first place in the preliminaries and missed out on the spirit bone, Tang San "sacrificed" for him by adding spirit rings to his second spirit. How could Dai Mubai not be moved by this?

"Mubai, don't worry. If we're sure to win, I'll save not just two, but even three for you."

Dai Mubai's strength is something Tang San is well aware of. He says this, but as for how many he'll actually save...

Doesn't the advancement match Tang San's personal stage?

In team battles, teammates can hold you back, but in individual battles, that's not the case.

Sometimes, you really want to beat up your teammates!

This isn't a game where you can turn off friendly fire, but you can't actually do that.

You have to endure...

"Please, both contestants, take the stage!"

Xiao Wu, who used to be the most lively, has become silent after experiencing certain events.

For example, this time, she didn't even compete for a spot to participate.

What's the point of fighting these humans on stage?

Can it improve her strength?

Not at all!

The arena is useless. Going up there would only waste her energy and spirit power.

Glancing subtly at the judges' seats, a flash of hatred appeared in Xiao Wu's eyes.

Right now, she's not strong enough. She must suppress her thoughts, or else she'll only be giving her enemies a "gift."

"Why is a brat coming up? Are you looking down on me?"

"Kid, I suggest you step down, or you might get hurt!"

When the Balak team member said this, some contestants laughed.

But the participants from the Heaven Dou Empire twitched at the corners of their eyes.