Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was the opening day of the All-Continent Soul Master Competition.
As one of the organizers, the eight great clans behind the Dou Hun Arena, which funded the battleground, had the venue ready within a month.
Moreover, Heaven Dou City was still continuously flooded with people, hoping to buy tickets that had been resold at exorbitant prices.
It could be said that in this world, where entertainment resources were scarce, Dou Hun was a form of entertainment enjoyed by everyone, from nobles to common Soul Masters.
The entrance to the Grand Dou Hun Arena in Heaven Dou City was now swarming with people, forming long queues, and there were even serious stampedes.
Royal Guards in golden armor constantly directed ordinary soldiers to maintain order and patrol the vicinity.
After all, the Tiandou Royal Team was too weak; it wouldn't be good if an assassin were to assassinate the emperor.
"Please queue up to enter, no pushing."
Looking at the endless crowd, the doorman felt immense pressure; he couldn't stop them, simply couldn't.
Finally, a Soul King stepped forward and directly suppressed the restless crowd, barely managing to maintain order.
The noble passage, on the other hand, was much better, with a red carpet laid out. Some nobles dismounted from their carriages and entered the Dou Hun Arena in an orderly fashion.
They raised their proud heads, casually glanced at the crowded passage not far away, sneered disdainfully, and then swayed their hips as they walked in.
Because every Soul Master Competition held significant meaning, for these nobles and clans, it was also an opportunity to recruit outstanding disciples.
No matter how high a noble's status, they still needed protection, didn't they? Those who could participate in the competition were all young talents. If recruited, it would benefit the safety of their clan.
Moreover, such good talent indicated that their Martial Soul wouldn't be bad. If they took a liking to someone from their clan, they would be very willing to marry off their younger female relatives.
This would not only allow the Martial Soul to be passed down within their clan and be used by them but also make their relationship more intimate.
So, even if they themselves didn't have time, they would send trusted confidantes from their clan to win over suitable disciples.
As the competing teams emerged, thousands of soldiers instantly moved to maintain order, preventing any daring individuals from rushing into the teams and causing trouble.
There were also some illegal vendors who would push into the crowds and inadvertently pull out hair or other items from the contestants to sell.
To ensure the contestants' mood and performance were not affected, thousands of soldiers were dispatched to separate the surrounding crowd.
As one dazzling team after another appeared, deafening cheers immediately erupted.
The Tian Dou Royal Team, led by Dugu Yan, appeared, with everyone wearing white team uniforms with gold thread patterns, looking noble and eye-catching.
When the Tian Dou Royal Team appeared, the entire venue cheered, as they were the representatives of the Tiandou Empire's younger generation.
Because the Tian Dou Royal Team at this time was almost entirely composed of women, and each one was of first-class appearance, they attracted even more attention from those around them.
But Dugu Yan and her team did not linger; they merely swept a glance around before coolly departing.
This aloof demeanor made the surrounding crowd cheer even more, and some girls, seeing Dugu Yan's heroic and dashing appearance, were instantly 'bent' on the spot.
"Dad, I want to marry the captain of the Tian Dou Royal Team!"
Some noblewomen even openly declared their desire to be with Dugu Yan, but their family elders covered their mouths. Others could say what they wanted, but who in Heaven Dou City didn't know who was behind Dugu Yan?
That was the notorious Poison Douluo.
As the Tian Dou Royal Team left, the atmosphere in the arena grew even more intense.
Until a team wearing sh*t-green school uniforms, appearing to be six males and one female, but actually seven males, slowly walked out.
The arena instantly fell silent, and even some of the hype crew forgot to drum up excitement, turning their gaze to this team that had captured everyone's attention.
As the team approached, people even noticed that there was an empty space on the back of their sh*t-green uniforms.
It read, "Shrek Academy warmly seeking business partners."
"No way? Which advanced academy is this? Why do they look like hooligans?"
As soon as the first person voiced this question, the arena erupted in laughter. Someone pointed laughingly at Ma Hongjun, who was the most eye-catching.
"Look at that one-eyed Fat Man. If he weren't wearing clothes, I'd think it was someone's pig that had wandered in, and a blind one at that. I'm dying of laughter."
"Look at what you're saying, that Fat Man is much fatter than my pig."
However, someone at this point analyzed rather insightfully:
"Hey, don't even say it. That one-eyed Fat Man in sh*t-green, look how he's stretching his clothes. It feels like one person's uniform could fit three advertisements."
"I'm dying of laughter, I think he could fit five advertisements."
"Brother, don't be so loud, that one-eyed Fat Man is looking over. Aren't you afraid he'll come looking for trouble later?"
As he spoke, the person looked up and saw the One-Eyed Fire Chicken, Ma Hongjun, looking at him with murderous intent, and he immediately shivered.
Seeing this, the person immediately said, "Hahaha, I suddenly remembered I didn't put away the quilts at home. You guys keep watching, I'm heading back first, hahaha."
After speaking, he squeezed into the crowd and disappeared without a trace.
At this moment, no one in Shrek Academy cared about Ma Hongjun's feelings. They kept their heads down, not daring to look up; it was too embarrassing!
Even Tang God King, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, could not bear such a blow again; it simply damaged his dignity as a God King.
The others were pretty much the same, lowering their heads, afraid of being seen, and feeling somewhat fortunate that Ma Hongjun had attracted all the attention for them.
Almost everyone was looking at Ma Hongjun, this one-eyed Fat Man who looked more like a pig than a pig.
"Damn Flander, I told him not to use these uniforms, but he still can't forget about that money. He's practically courting death."
Tang San said with a grim expression, his pace quickening as he wanted to leave this troublesome place quickly.
Upon entering the Dou Hun Arena, Tang San and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were finally in.
"Damn it, if I ever meet those people, I, this Fat Man, will make sure they know the power of my Evil Fire Phoenix."
Ma Hongjun was utterly humiliated today. Thousands of people pointed at him and called him a fat pig. Do you know how much harm telling a pig the truth does to a pig?
He was just a bit lustful, a bit bad-tempered, and loved to stir up trouble for no reason, wasn't he?
Today, being inexplicably slandered by others, made him instantly furious.
"Fat Man, calm down."
Seeing the Fat Man's rough and reckless appearance, Tang San advised, then said with a firm and confident tone:
"Let those people see the strength of our Shrek Academy with their own eyes, and use our fists to shut those useless people up!"
Upon hearing this, a trace of panic flashed in Ma Hongjun's eyes, because a few days ago, his Evil Fire suddenly relapsed.
And his cultivation had suddenly dropped from level forty-eight to level forty-seven.
He thought it was due to the reappearance of his Evil Fire, and to avoid being discovered, he chose to conceal it.