The Legend of the Dragon King

The competition this year was on a federal level, but Tang Wulin had already noticed that majority of the participants were from the army. It was easy to see why, as the Star Dou Cabin’s coverage was still not wide enough since most people could not afford its expensive production cost. Thus, it was very difficult for the average person to take part in the competition.

The Federation would have to handle this issue in the future. Once this was resolved, the development of the Star Dou Battle Network would advance at a tremendous pace. The people could slowly accumulate their skills with time, but the popularity of the network would increase within a short period. In the near future, it was feared that Douluo Federation would be far beyond the reach of the Star Luo Empire and the Douluo Empire.

It did not take long before there was a soft knock on the door. The female attendant walked into the room once again.

“Dear respected Contestant Number Thirty-three, your match is about to begin. For the sake of fairness, the elimination rounds will begin simultaneously. Your opponent is Number One Hundred and Forty-two.”

One Hundred and Forty-two? Tang Wulin immediately recalled his impression of this contestant and heaved a sigh of relief. The opponent was not Ye Xinglan nor Yuanen Yehui, so he would not be facing his companions after all.

He stood up. “Let’s go,” said Tang Wulin to the attendant.

“This way please.” She gestured for him to follow before she led the way in front.

This time, he was not transferred. Instead, he followed the attendant as they passed through a long passage and arrived at the competition arena. Even before he had entered, he could already hear the roaring cheers from the crowd.

“Dear respected Contestant Number Thirty-three, in order to simulate the most realistic battle scene, the sounds from the audiences today will not be muted. Please be prepared.”

The attendant stopped walking right in front of the entrance to the competition stage.

As Tang Wulin listened to the roaring cheers from the crowd in the surroundings, he truly felt like he had returned to the Star Luo Empire all those years ago. The deafening voices were shocking.

However, the effect of the sound was minimal for him. His experience on the Demon Island toughened his mind such that he could never be shaken by a little cheering. Back when he was in the Star Luo Empire, the audience was supporting Long Yue, but the victory still belonged to him in the end.

He took great strides into the competition arena. Tang Wulin’s opponent was also entering the arena on the opposite side.

Contestant Number One Hundred and Forty-two. The opponent’s information emerged in Tang Wulin’s mind.

‘Seven-ringed Soul Sage with a special martial soul that is extremely rare. Powerful abilities with rich combat experience.’ All of a sudden, Tang Wulin remembered that this man was apparently the one who was next in line after defeating Yue Zhengyu. He was ranked second in his group.

Yue Zhengyu seemed to have lost to him in a coincidental manner, but Tang Wulin did not expect that he would immediately encounter this contestant.

In other words, this would be his vengeance on Yue Zhengyu if he could defeat the opponent.

The contestants ranked first in a group during the round-robin tournament earlier would benefit the most in the first round of the elimination tournament. This was because they would be fighting against opponents ranked second from another group for sure.

The contestant that Tang Wulin was fighting against now was precisely that, but he would not allow himself to be careless. This opponent’s ability was proven when he defeated Yue Zhengyu. As for the coincidence, he would not ponder too much on that.

Number One Hundred and Forty-two was also looking at Tang Wulin.

Luck was definitely not on his side in the draw, as he now had to face the opponent whose nickname was ‘the Golden Dragon King’ and ranked as the third favorite to be the final victor.

However, he would not just accept his defeat when faced with such an opponent.

A shadow descended from the sky. Surprisingly, it was an old man.

Could it be that there was a referee in the final stage of the competition? This had never been announced previously.

As expected, the old man spoke in a deep voice, “In order to ensure that the final stage of the competition is fair, I’m acting as the referee of this match rather than relying on the system’s judgment. Both parties, please be prepared for the contest. You shall begin your attack when I announce the start of the round. The rules place no limitations on you and the goal is to defeat the opponent.”

The old man did not introduce himself but both Tang Wulin and Number One Hundred and Forty-two could sense a terrifying force radiating from his body, meaning the old man’s cultivation base was undoubtedly way above theirs.

“Ready!” The old man raised his right hand high into the air.

Tang Wulin squinted his eyes as he stared at the opponent.

Number One Hundred and Forty-two. Martial soul: Specter. Soul skill: unknown with a very strong defense against physical and energy attacks. Weakness: slightly weak to light and holy-type energy attacks.

In other words, the opponent still managed to defeat Yue Zhengyu in the end, despite the vulnerability of his attribute during the battle. Even if luck played a role in that situation, it was enough to prove this man’s ability.

Meanwhile, the audience heard the commentator’s voice.

“Contestant Number Thirty-three, the Golden Dragon King versus Contestant Number One Hundred and Forty-two, the Specter King. This battle is something I’ve never expected before. Judging from the odds, the Golden Dragon King is supposed to have a clear upper hand as the Specter King’s odds are less than half of his. However, everyone must pay attention to this. The Golden Dragon King’s strength is extremely powerful and it’s his secret weapon when defeating his opponents in the past matches within a short period of time. On the other hand, Number One Hundred and Forty-two is unafraid of strength-type opponents. He is almost completely immune to physical attacks. Thus, the Golden Dragon King may be at a disadvantage judging by their attributes. I wonder if the Specter King is capable of pulling off a miracle in this battle? I believe that he does stand a chance.”

“I’m curious as to whether everyone is supporting the relatively weaker Specter King, or our cool and domineering Golden Dragon King? Please vote to show your support through our numerous methods. Every vote only costs one Federation Coin.”

Two images formed from two pillars of light appeared simultaneously on the screen and also the area above the competition stage. The yellow pillar was labeled with number thirty-three while the blue one was labeled one hundred and forty-four. Both parties’ light pillars ascended together.

Tang Wulin and Number One Hundred and Forty-two could hear the commentator’s voice. They could sense every disruption that could possibly occur during the finals.

Both of them raised their heads in unison and looked toward the light pillars in the sky. Tang Wulin cursed inwardly at how the Federation was a little too good at exploiting this event.

It appeared as if one vote would only cost one Federation Coin, but there was no limit as to how many votes a single person could cast! It was highly possible that a rich man would spend as much as he wanted. Moreover, the Federation had such a large population and there were many people watching the competition. One could only wonder how much money the Federation was making from this.

The two pillars of light rose rapidly and were evenly matched at first, but soon, Tang Wulin’s yellow pillar ascended straight into the air, swiftly surpassing Number One Hundred and Forty-two Specter King’s. Moreover, Tang Wulin’s light pillar doubled in height very quickly. There was no doubt that there were far more spectators supporting the domineering Golden Dragon King, shimmering with a dazzling golden color clad in his Dragon Moon battle armor, than the Specter King.

The referee took a glance at both of them before shouting aloud, “Begin!”

Tang Wulin did not attack at once as his eyes were shining with radiance when he looked toward the opponent.

Contestant Number One Hundred and Forty-two also known as the Specter King seemed to become invisible. His entire body appeared transparent while speckles of light were glowing on him as faint blue battle armor covered his figure.

The blue armor appeared transparent just like his body while the folded wings on his back did not look very large either. It was as if his entire person was an illusion.

Tang Wulin heard the commentator’s remarks about the opponent earlier. ‘Is this his immunity against physical attacks? Is it similar to the Possession Demon which I encountered recently?’

Could it be that the Specter King was so powerful that he could rival the Possession Demon? It was a terrifying creature that could even possess Tang Wulin’s soul skill.

The Specter was still a ghost after all, so it was leaning toward the darker side. Even though Tang Wulin did not have the light attribute, the specter was still incapable of resisting his ultimate Yang and ultimate indomitable bloodline aura anyhow. As for how far the fight could proceed, they would only find out after they confronted each other.