Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 73 The Grand Finals Opening Ceremony: Sikong's Name Awes the World!

The next morning.

Sikong Zhen finished his cultivation, opened his eyes, and a flash of lightning passed through them. A deep humming sound emanated from his body.

The roar of tigers and leopards was thunderous, their muscles and bones resounding.

He has been practicing the Thunder Body Tempering Technique for many years, and has also been tempered by immortal herbs and the Crimson Thunder Heavenly Tribulation.

This has made Sikong Zhen's physical body and blood energy reach an inhuman level, making him stronger than many titled Douluo.

"The lightning element in this area is indeed much more concentrated than in ordinary places."

Sikong Zhen stood up, suppressed his aura, and smiled: "In just one night, you have actually made some progress. This is much faster than your previous cultivation speed."

If he could continue to cultivate in such an environment, his breakthrough time would be greatly shortened.

To know,
Those who possess the ultimate martial soul will have a much slower cultivation speed than normal soul masters during the soul power level from level 30 to 70.

This is especially true for those at the Soul Emperor realm!
however,
Sikong Zhen's current cultivation speed is even faster than those geniuses with innate full soul power!
"It's a pity. If only we could have a high-concentration lightning element field without time restrictions."

Sikong Zhen shook his head and chuckled, not taking it too seriously.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate.

This is his current mindset; he doesn't force these things.

"Dong dong!"

Just then, Yu Feng stood in front of Sikong Zhen's door and knocked: "Boss, come and have breakfast!"

The door opened in response.

Sikong Zhen was dressed in a blue-black outfit with silver-white light armor draped over his shoulders. His sharpness was understated yet commanded respect.

He nodded to Yu Feng: "Let's go."

in the living room.

Yu Yuanzhen and Dugu Bo sat in the main seats, chatting and laughing.

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, and other members of the Tiandou Royal Team were already seated around the long table. When they saw Sikong Zhen enter, they all stood up.

"team leader!"

"Boss!"

Sikong Zhen waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to sit down: "Have you all finished eating?"

"Boss, we've been waiting for you."

Yu Tianheng smiled and pushed a plate of steaming meat buns over. "Grandpa specially prepared these buns, saying they can replenish lightning attribute soul power."

"Thank you."

Sikong Zhen smiled and nodded, then picked one up and took a bite.

Instantly, he felt a warm current slide down his throat into his stomach, which then transformed into wisps of lightning elemental soul power that merged into his meridians.

Sikong Zhen looked at Yu Yuanzhen in surprise: "Grandpa Yu, what is this?"

Yu Yuanzhen stroked his beard smugly: "This is an eight-thousand-year-old Thunderous Bull that I hunted earlier. Combined with a few medicinal herbs, it will greatly benefit Thunder-attribute Soul Masters."

Dugu Bo also laughed and said, "I have also contributed a few rare medicinal herbs."

Hearing this,

Sikong Zhen looked grateful and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Grandpa Yu and Grandpa Dugu."

Of the eight members of the Heaven Dou Royal Team, only Sikong Zhen and Yu Tianheng are lightning-attribute soul masters; the others are not fortunate enough to possess them.

This made Dugu Yan and the others envious.

"Come on this,"

Dugu Bo waved his hand with a smile, "Hurry up and finish eating before we leave, today is the opening ceremony."

……

A quarter of an hour later.

After everyone was fully dressed, they left the hotel.

The city of Wuhun was shrouded in a thin mist in the early morning, and the air was still filled with strong fluctuations of lightning element.

There were already many Soul Master teams on the street, heading towards the central square.

There are also countless residents of Wuhun City.

"Look, that's the Heavenly Dou Royal Team!"

"That's Sikong Zhen? He actually attracted a heavenly calamity yesterday..."

"Shh, keep your voice down"

Whispers could be heard along the way, but Sikong Zhen remained calm and walked steadily at the front of the group.

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, and the others stood tall and proud, exuding an imposing aura. As for Yu Yuanzhen and Dugu Bo...

These two titled Douluo, however, did not display any imposing aura and calmly followed behind, but no one dared to underestimate them.

When they arrived at the central square, the place was already bustling with people.

In the center of the square is a circular arena with a diameter of 100 meters, surrounded by tiered stands.

The teams from the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire were positioned on opposite sides of the arena, while the Spirit Hall team was prominently displayed on the high platform to the north.

"What a grand display," Yu Feng exclaimed.

Indeed, all seven members of the Spirit Hall team wore battle robes with gold patterns and the standard Spirit Hall emblem embroidered on their chests.

Leading the group were Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan, whose momentum was overwhelming.

Yan, in particular, seems to look down on everyone.

"Hmph, all pretentious." Oslo curled his lip in disdain.

at the same time.

Members of teams such as the Spirit Hall team, Shrek Academy, and Star Luo Royal team all noticed Sikong Zhen and his group.

"Sikong Zhen!"

"Damn it, if we let Sikong Zhen play, aren't we doomed to lose?"

There were voices of discussion.

Most of the participants looked at Sikong Zhen with awe.

Tang San, Dai Mubai, Yan, and a few others stared at Sikong Zhen with resentment, even hatred, but none of them dared to make a move.

was saying,

A solemn bugle call sounded, and the entire stadium fell silent.

From the direction of the Papal Palace, Ghostly Spirit and Moon Pass, along with four bishops dressed in red robes, slowly approached, with Pope Bibidon leading the way.

"quiet!"

A cardinal said in a deep voice.

Bibidon wore a purple-gold crown, held a papal scepter inlaid with jewels, and walked in a magnificent papal robe that trailed on the ground.

She slowly ascended the high platform.

His gaze swept across the entire room, lingering briefly on Sikong Zhen before moving away.

"The final of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is now beginning."

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly: "I hope all teams will abide by the competition rules and showcase the spirit of Soul Masters."

After a brief opening speech, a cardinal stepped forward and began to read out the rules of the competition.

Sikong Zhen noticed that the bishop's gaze frequently drifted in his direction, his eyes carrying a somewhat inexplicable meaning.

"...One team will receive a bye in the first round of the competition, which will be determined by drawing lots."

The cardinal said, taking a crystal ball from a box held by his attendant, "Now we shall begin the drawing of lots."

……

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy vs. Star Luo Empire Purple Star Academy"

"Wuhun Hall Academy receives a bye"

"The first match is between Heaven Dou Royal Academy and Purple Star Academy. Please bring your teams to the stage!"

Sikong Zhen stood up, and the six team members behind him stood up in unison.

The stone mill remained in place.

The two brothers took turns performing, and this time it was the older brother, Shi Mo's turn.

Just as they were about to go on stage, the teacher in charge of the Purple Star Academy suddenly shouted, "We surrender!"

There was an uproar.

The teacher wiped the sweat from his brow and said with a wry smile, "Facing Young Master Sikong, we choose to conserve our strength."

The cardinal turned to Bibi Dong, who nodded slightly, and announced, "Since Purple Star Academy has voluntarily conceded, Heaven Dou Royal Academy will directly advance to the next round!"

A chorus of boos erupted from the stands, but there were many more voices of understanding.

The other participating teams all nodded in agreement.

After all, no one wants to face Sikong Zhen in the first round.

It can be said,
Sikong Zhen alone overwhelmed all the participating teams, making them unable to lift their heads.

One man's name can awe all.

(End of this chapter)