Arena A: Tsukasa Kadoya, Mrs. Hidari, and two unnamed participants.
Arena B: Gu Ruoli, a certain white-clad minister, and two unnamed participants.
Arena C: Gabriel, Vignette, and two unnamed participants.
Arena D: Rimuru, Milim, and two unnamed participants.
"Hiss."
This lineup… is impressive!
However, it's truly a difficult choice to make.
Observing the luxurious lineup in his perception, Wu Tong couldn't help but inhale sharply. This lineup could indeed be described as extravagant. After all, these were internal battles from four different worlds!
But after the initial shock, Wu Tong found himself in a dilemma.
"Which match should I watch? This is so hard to decide!
The love-hate saga between Tsukasa Kadoya and Lady Hidari; the glorious moment of Tyrant Song's Gaze; the battle between the Lazy Angel and the Holy Demon; the showdown between the two adorable—no, terrifying—monster kings.
It's really too hard to choose!"
After some deliberation, Wu Tong decided to watch the match involving the group leader first.
After all, this match featured the radiant moment of Tyrant Song's Gaze, and he absolutely had to witness it firsthand.
If he missed it, those who had seen the white-clad minister's matches before would likely surrender immediately when facing him again—no one wanted to experience the "greatness of maternal love" firsthand.
But what if future opponents surrendered outright? Wu Tong might never get to see that spectacle again, and that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
After careful consideration, Wu Tong decided to prioritize the match in Arena B.
As for the other three matches, Wu Tong estimated that none of them would end quickly.
Whether it was Tsukasa Kadoya and Mrs. Hidari, Rimuru and Milim, or Gabriel and Vignette…
Well, except for the last one, the other two matches were almost evenly matched and unlikely to conclude anytime soon.
With that in mind, Wu Tong figured he could watch the other matches after finishing with the group leader's.
Having made his decision, Wu Tong didn't hesitate any longer and strode toward Arena B.
Arena B, Spectator Stands.
By the time Wu Tong leisurely arrived at the viewing area, all the participants below had already taken their positions.
"So this is the spectator's perspective? Not bad at all."
Looking down at Gu Ruoli, the white-clad minister, and the two unnamed participants, Wu Tong felt a sense of novelty.
Due to external threats in the past, Wu Tong had always been focused on improving himself and never had the time to watch matches—he hadn't even visited a Spirit Arena before.
Later, after resolving those threats, his schedule became too busy to spare the time.
Now that he thought about it, this was his first time watching such a match from a spectator's perspective.
As Wu Tong glanced around, his gaze fell on a small group of people in a corner.
"Huh? Feng Xingtong, Feng Shayan, and Feng Zhenghao? Why are they hanging out with Zhang Chulan again? As far as I remember, they shouldn't know each other yet, right?"
Meanwhile, as Wu Tong surveyed the surroundings, Zhang Chulan was also idly observing the crowd.
There was no helping it—a seasoned fox like Feng Zhenghao was far beyond his ability to handle.
Even though Zhang Chulan was no slouch in the intelligence department, Feng Zhenghao's cunning was on a whole other level.
Moreover, Feng Zhenghao had far more experience and knowledge than Zhang Chulan. While the old fox might not harbor any ill intentions, Zhang Chulan still found himself wanting to keep his distance.
Originally, Zhang Chulan had planned to exchange a few pleasantries and leave, but Feng Zhenghao's overly friendly demeanor and constant interruptions made it impossible for him to excuse himself.
So, knowing full well that the old fox had ulterior motives, Zhang Chulan could only try to steer the conversation elsewhere or respond half-heartedly.
Just as Zhang Chulan was looking around aimlessly, a familiar figure caught his eye.
"Brother Tong! Over here!"
The moment he saw Wu Tong, Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up, and he immediately waved enthusiastically.
Thank goodness, a lifeline has arrived!
Hearing Zhang Chulan's call, Wu Tong thought for a moment and decided not to refuse. He walked over directly.
"Yo, Chulan, Xingtong, you two here to watch the match too?"
With Wu Tong's arrival, Zhang Chulan seemed to regain his composure. His previously tense nerves relaxed, and his usual lively personality resurfaced.
"Of course! It's the group leader's match, after all. Plus, I'm curious about that minister guy's abilities. Hehehe…"
As he answered Wu Tong's question, Zhang Chulan chuckled mischievously, as if recalling something amusing.
Group leader?
What group?
A chat group? Or some other kind of group…
From their conversation, this so-called "group" seemed to be an organization.
And Zhang Chulan was a member?
Not only that, but this "Wu Tong" also appeared to be part of it.
Feng Zhenghao, who had been silent since Wu Tong's arrival, subtly reacted to these words. His round glasses obscured his eyes, but a faint glint reflected off the lenses, making his thoughts unreadable.
"Yeah, Brother Tong, I didn't expect you to come either. I only tagged along because Chulan said this match would be interesting, so I brought my dad and older sister with me," Feng Xingtong explained with a smile.
"Chulan, Xingtong, aren't you going to introduce me to this young friend?"
Feng Zhenghao, who had been quietly observing, suddenly interjected.
His tone was warm, but his mind was racing. Although he didn't know what kind of organization this "group" was, his years of experience told him one thing:
The "group" mentioned by Zhang Chulan and Wu Tong was anything but ordinary.
There was undoubtedly a tremendous opportunity here. If he could seize it, not only would the so-called enemy Wang Family be insignificant, but the Feng Family might even soar to unprecedented heights.
'It seems I'll need to plan carefully. But Zhang Chulan doesn't seem interested in Shayan… What about this Wu Tong?'
"Ah! Right, Dad, Sis, I forgot to introduce you. This is Brother Wu Tong—the one known as [Wuchang], who single-handedly wiped out over thirty waves of Quanxing attacks a month ago.
Brother Wu Tong's reputation on the Outcast forums has been skyrocketing ever since!"
Feng Xingtong was momentarily taken aback by Feng Zhenghao's question. Although he didn't understand why his father, who clearly knew about Wu Tong, would ask for an introduction, he complied nonetheless.
(End of Chapter)