Even Meng Junqiao was startled for a moment, Tang Rao, number 5000?

What a joke!

This guy must be courting death again...

Don't you know that your status determines Zeng Yan's status?

Zeng Yan betrayed his original power and switched allegiance to the Meng Family. Many in the Meng Family were extremely hostile and dissatisfied with him. To secure his position, Zeng Yan could only rely on Tang Rao.

Yes, the Nine-Headed King Hall values the genius among the young the most.

Because they possess endless possibilities.

"Is it because he arrived late?" An elderly woman beside Meng Junqiao asked slowly.

"No, it's not that, he arrived at the gathering place two days early like everyone else," Zeng Yan responded without concealment, stating it as it was.

Besides, what could a mere number signify?

If a sequence of arrival could decide strength and weakness, there would be no need for the subsequent competitions.

"So it is, then he did indeed arrive a bit late," the elderly woman said with a chuckle, though it was unclear what she found amusing.

Meng Junqiao glanced at Zeng Yan.

Zeng Yan shook his head, signaling Meng Junqiao not to say more.

Many things must be seen to be believed.

Even if he and Meng Junqiao praised Tang Rao to the heavens, it would be useless without a true display; these people wouldn't believe it.

"Zeng Yan, is this the person you value?" A middle-aged man about the same age as Zeng Yan asked with a laugh from the front row, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Yes," Zeng Yan nodded in affirmation.

"I really don't get it, how do you serve as an Inspector? What, you see our Meng Family as a trash dump? Allowing anyone to come in?" The middle-aged man spoke rudely, belittling Zeng Yan and insulting Tang Rao.

Meng Junqiao gave the middle-aged man a glance and snorted lightly.

It's fortunate Tang Rao isn't here; if he were, he would beat you to tears.

That brute even fought Gai Jianchan to a standstill; what's more to say about you, a mere peak of the Enlightenment Phase?

To be precise, Tang Rao's strength is already sufficient to stand atop the high tower, not merely to participate in the Battle of the Nine Heads.

That fellow's ferocity has long surpassed the scale of the Battle of the Nine Heads.

The Battle of the Nine Heads restricts participants to those under thirty years old, and as far as Meng Junqiao knows, the strongest young talent is also only in the late Enlightenment Phase. Late Enlightenment Phase, could they even withstand two or three moves against Tang Rao?

"Mr. Guanglin, being arbitrary is not a good thing," Zeng Yan looked at the middle-aged man, his expression indifferent.

Meng Guanglin, at the peak of Enlightenment Phase, if it weren't for his Meng surname, wouldn't even qualify to speak to him.

"Zeng Yan, remember your place!" Meng Guanglin's eyes turned vicious.

"I am a Fusion Phase Cultivator, one of the thirty-six Inspectors of the Nine-Headed King Hall, with the right to enter and leave the Nine-Headed King Hall," Zeng Yan spoke slowly, "As for Mr. Guanglin, it seems, that's merely due to your surname, isn't it?"

Zeng Yan's retort was unapologetically sharp. After all, he was a Fusion Phase Cultivator; not just anyone could insult him.

"How audacious!"

"Shut up!" An elderly man, about seventy or eighty years old, next to Meng Guanglin, bellowed.

"Father?" Meng Guanglin looked at the old man, puzzled.

"Are you in a position to lecture an Inspector? Only when you reach Fusion Phase can you act arrogantly," the old man glared at Meng Guanglin and said.

The old man's meaning was clear, you can look down on Zeng Yan, but your strength must be on par with his.

Meng Guanglin didn't speak again, but his eyes were filled with malice.

Isn't he just a servant with a mixed surname? Is it necessary to show him respect?

"Alright, let's watch the competition, and refrain from speaking too much," the elderly woman in front slowly stated.

The group fell silent.

No one dared to go against the elderly person before them.

...

"Tang Rao, the first match is a ten-person battle, be careful." In the crowd, Hassen cautioned, "Try to avoid confrontation as much as possible, don't rush to take action at the start, conserve your Spiritual Energy."

"Got it." Tang Rao nodded, looking very receptive to the advice.

"The groups are out." Bo Ya stretched out her hand, pointing to a huge screen.

On the screen, a series of numbers appeared, five hundred groups in total, ten people per group.

Tang Rao glanced over... he was in the first group.

The others in his group were 0002, 0007, 0010, 0021, 0029, 0057, 0061, 0099, 0100.

Yes, aside from Tang Rao, the other nine, their participant numbers were all within the first hundred.

A single 5000, truly an eye-popping spectacle.

"Whoosh!" The announcement of the first group instantly caused an uproar at the scene.

Nobody expected that the first group would consist of nine participants numbered within the top hundred.

Even though a participant number doesn't necessarily represent strength, to a certain extent, it does suggest something.

"The group of death! The true group of death!"

"Didn't expect the first match to be so epic!"

"Speaking of which, that number 5000 guy, so pitiful."

"Hahaha, why does it feel so amusing!"

Everyone started discussing, marveling at the nine top hundred contestants while feeling sorry for number 5000.

Such a pitiful guy, he already had the last number and then ran into nine top hundred players.

He must be on the verge of tears now.

"Tang Rao... this... this... I don't even know what to say, you... you take care," Hassen said, his face blank, speaking with some difficulty.

What a despairing group.

"Tang Rao, you are unlucky." Oli shook her head, expressing helplessness.

"That... good luck." Jessica thought for a moment, and still decided to give Tang Rao an encouraging look, even though she knew it was of no use at all.

As for Bo Ya, she looked at Tang Rao, then slowly opened her arms, moved a few steps forward, and hugged Tang Rao.

Yes, this was her way of comforting Tang Rao.

And Tang Rao almost burst a blood vessel...

Even after Bo Ya let go, Tang Rao was still in a daze.

Too brutal! Too brutal!

"First group, please come up to the combat platform!" A thunderous voice echoed through the large square.

"Tang Rao, go on, I'll comfort you again when you get back," Bo Ya winked at Tang Rao, her beautiful enchanting eyes looking explosively gorgeous.

Ten people went up onto the platform in turn.

Each had a participant badge hanging at their waist. Seeing the 5000 number on Tang Rao's waist, the other nine people all rolled their eyes.

The first group was certainly an odd one: nine top hundred contestants, plus one with the number 5000.

The moment the ten contestants stepped onto the battlefield, the battle had already begun.

Tang Rao blinked, wondering if he should just take down these nine people straight away.

But that seemed a bit too high-profile, better to keep it low-key for now. Being too disrespectful would mean offending them, better to take it easy.

"Number 5000, just step down on your own," suddenly, number 0002 spoke up, addressing Tang Rao.

At this point, the surrounding spectators also started shouting.

"Step down!"

"Don't embarrass yourself!"

"Young man, just showing your face is good enough, don't take it seriously."

Tang Rao: "..."

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