Douluo Jueshi: I can only explode the ring, all I can do is operate.

Chapter 288 Sichuan-faced Beibei
Registration for the competition is at a fixed time, which is from the morning of the day before the competition starts until 2 a.m. At this time, participants need to register and undergo some simple physical tests.

A few days later, in the afternoon, Ning Wuque, holding Ning Tian's left hand and Wu Feng's right hand, followed the group to the competition venue to register.

Three days ago, the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile School team arrived in Mingdu and met up with everyone. Because of their relationship, they agreed to go to the registration venue together to register.

When everyone arrived at the scene, it was still crowded with people. Sects, academies, and even family forces stopped to watch each other. Even those who had already registered would deliberately leave one or two people on the periphery to do intelligence work.

Especially when Shrek and his group arrived, everyone's eyes were practically glued to them, wanting to get a complete grasp of their information.

There's no other reason than that a person's reputation precedes them. Whether it's Shrek Academy's own fame or Ning Wuque's exceptionally brilliant performance in the previous competition, it all indicates that the strongest enemy they will encounter in this competition is very likely to be Shrek Academy!
But when they saw that Ning Wuque was still a reserve team member and wasn't even wearing the inner academy's uniform, their expressions changed drastically. Their minds raced with wild speculations, and they whispered amongst themselves and their companions.
"If I remember correctly, that guy was the one from last year's championship team who was the one who fought a six-ring opponent with a two-ring, right? Why didn't he make it into Shrek Academy's inner court? Could it be that they have some other experts this year?!"

"Idiot! I asked you to investigate intelligence and you came without doing any research. The husband of the rightful next sect master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School could have a million reasons not to enter Shrek Academy's inner court. This time he's probably just here to play along."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me, senior brother. But why is this kid surrounded by women? Isn't the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School supposed to be very traditional?"

"Tradition is the rule, but the rule is dead... But this kid is really capable. He actually managed to get his wife to agree to have a harem. He's quite capable."

As he spoke, he stroked his chin and clicked his tongue in amazement, watching as the two groups of people stepped into the registration hall together.

After everyone had gone inside, he took out a simple soul-guided communication device and sent a message to an information broker in the venue. Then he patted his junior brother on the shoulder and left.

Many others did the same thing; they left disappointed after seeing the last known strong team enter the arena.

As for the rest?
It's not that I look down on you, it's that I'm not inferior to you! Apart from a few who are too famous and attract too much attention, most of the geniuses from the sects here don't look down on themselves.

Only after a fight can we know who is stronger and who is weaker.

.........

The group entered the venue, which was quite spacious, similar to the stadium in Ning Wuque's previous life. Compared to the huge crowds outside, there were far fewer people inside.

Apart from information brokers who came in with "sincere intentions" to work as cleaners, there were only a few people who had just registered or were waiting to register still inside.

"The air here is much worse than outside. Is it caused by some new type of soul tool? I've never seen it before."

As soon as he entered the venue, Wu Feng sensed that the temperature difference in the surrounding air was not right. Soul Masters of the fire and ice categories, whether they are beast spirits or weapon spirits, are very sensitive to the air. They can often sense a difference of a fraction of a degree through their skin.

The temperature difference between the inside and outside of the venue was a full five degrees Celsius. Not to mention her, everyone in the group, especially the Shrek Academy members, looked doubtful.

Before anyone could speak, Ning Tian's third brother, Ning Buchu, from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School's accompanying group, explained that he had been sent out to trade since he was sixteen, and had spent some time in Mingdu with his eldest brother:
"I think this thing is called an air-conditioning soul tool. It's a pretty powerful civilian soul tool that's powered by a large baby bottle. My brother originally planned to buy a batch to install in the sect, but back then it wasn't available for sale to the public."

Everyone nodded in agreement. They had witnessed the capital's "progress" quite a bit during this time; the soul tool technology here was simply too advanced. Compared to the capital, they actually felt looked down upon. It was like a knight in full armor looking down on farmers in coarse linen clothes—no, that's not quite right; it would be more accurate to say they were savages who had not yet entered civilization.

Moreover, they had heard that, in order to make it easier for the public to witness their heroic spirit battles, the Sun and Moon Royal Family had invested heavily in building several giant screen soul guide devices for real-time broadcasting, placing the audience seats outside the competition venue. Inside, the only audience members were those participants who were resting and waiting.

There were no cheers, no applause, only a fierce and relentless battle of fighting spirit.

In comparison, Ning Wuque still preferred the competitive atmosphere of Xingluo. However, when he thought about how the aftershocks of his fight with Long Aotian would be difficult to stop, he gave up the idea of ​​treating the audience as bloodthirsty NPCs whose magnetic fields refreshed at regular intervals.

"Beibei, what's wrong?"

Shortly after everyone entered the venue, Bei Bei, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped. He didn't move forward, and the people behind him also stopped. Zhang Lexuan, who was to his left, looked at him in confusion.

At that moment, Beibei stared wide-eyed into the distance, an expression of disbelief flashing across her face, followed by confusion and bewilderment, then excitement and exhilaration, before finally calming down as if she had thought of something.

In just three or four seconds, his facial expression changed three or four times, making the people around him scratch their heads and follow his gaze.

Ahead, at the registration desk, a group of people of varying heights and builds, dressed in black cloaks, were registering under the guidance of a slender girl wearing a black gauze hat. Beside her was a robust and tall middle-aged man. Even from a distance, several members of Shrek's group could sense a lingering fear emanating from him.

At the same time, this feeling was unusually familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. Not only him, but the Shrek members also had a sense of familiarity with those people wearing black hooded clothes.

"Evil Soul Master!"

When the term came out of Zhang Lexuan's mouth, everyone finally understood why they had felt that way. It turned out to be an evil spirit master.

Wait! A demonic spirit master?!
Why are evil spirit masters participating in the competition? Are they actually organized?
"Xiao...Xiaoya..."

The name reached everyone's ears from Beibei's soft murmur, along with his words of advice:

"Everyone, I need to confirm something first. Please wait a moment."

"Wait, Beibei, let's go together."

"Yeah, you're our captain, let's go together."

"Even though I don't know what happened, let's go together."

(End of this chapter)