Ning Fengzhi’s statent had barely left his lips.
The loudspeakers carried his voice throughout the entire venue, and a hundred thousand spectators heard him clearly.
For a mont, the audience was stunned.
Then with a bang, a noisy wave of discussion abruptly erupted, reaching for the skies, and boiling over with energy.
"What’s going on?"
"They haven’t even competed yet, and we already know who’s first?"
"Everyone’s competing for second place? Then who’s first?"
"Can’t be true, right? Is there so kind of fix in this competition, with first place decided in advance?"
"Cut it out, with such a big competition and so many top forces participating, who would dare pre-determine the winner?"
"Which power would dare to rig the outco, without being blasted by other major powers joining hands?"
No wonder the entire venue was abuzz with shock and discussion.
It wasn’t just the onlookers who were surprised; Ning Fengzhi’s words were truly shocking.
The master of ceremonies had been stunned and was slow to recover his composure.
The Platinum Bishop and the Snow Night Emperor sat there dumbfounded, their eyes wide with disbelief as they looked at Ning Fengzhi.
In both of their minds, Ning Fengzhi had always been the image of refined detachnt, never one for boasting.
How did it co to be that, in his words, all supre young talents had beco contenders for second place?
"Ahem!"
The Snow Night Emperor, seeing the narrator as dumb as a wooden chicken, showed dissatisfaction in his eyes and cleared his throat softly with a bit of Soul Power.
The master of ceremonies imdiately shivered and quickly adjusted his state of mind.
He made a shushing gesture.
The spectators promptly fell silent and turned their gazes towards Ning Fengzhi, curious about what was really going on.
The MC swallowed hard and said with a dry laugh,
"If Sect Master Ning can state what he just did with such certainty,"
"he must certainly have a team in mind that he believes will win the championship."
"I wonder if you could give us a preview."
Ning Fengzhi shook his head.
"To tell the truth, it’s not that I favor a particular team, but that I favor a single person."
"Ah??" The MC was taken aback.
The spectators grew even more curious, itching with anticipation like a cat being scratched.
They all wanted to know who this once-in-a-lifeti talent was, the one that even the Sect Master of the upper three families held in high esteem.
They silently cursed Ning Fengzhi for not finishing his point in one go - too excessive!
Among the teams below, the competing participants also turned curious glances.
Wanting to know who Ning Fengzhi really wanted to talk about.
Feng Xiaotian flashed a relaxed smile toward his teammates from Divine Wind College.
"Brothers, did you leak the information about my self-created soul skill, letting Sect Master Ning know?"
"No way." The teammates shook their heads in unison.
"That’s strange then." Feng Xiaotian propped his chin and exclaid softly, "Since none of you leaked it, how did Sect Master Ning co to know about my strength, which is enough to crush other teams?"
One of the teammates hesitated, "Captain, could it be possible that Sect Master Ning was talking about soone else?"
Feng Xiaotian waved his hand dismissively.
"Do you think, among all the people here, anyone has the talent of Innate full soul power?"
"Who else could create their own soul skill at my age?"
"The Seven Treasures Glaze Sect’s intelligence system is unparalleled. Surely Sect Master Ning learned of my information, and therefore he made that statent."
"Makes sense! That sounds reasonable, Boss!!" The team’s eyes lit up, fixed on the stage in anticipation.
On the other hand, Tang San made a sound of surprise.
"Strange."
"Could it be that Ning Fengzhi has so thod to gauge one’s strength?"
"Has he discovered my strength?"
"Given the many here, forgive my bluntness, most are trash, apart from , who else dares claim they have the power to rival an entire team?"
Tang San’s lips curved upwards, looking forward to what Ning Fengzhi would say next.
On Shrek Academy’s side, Zhu Zhuqing and the other girls all turned their gaze toward Ning Rongrong.
Xiaowu said, "Rongrong, what dicine is your dad selling in his gourd?"
Ning Rongrong shook her head and shrugged.
"I’ve got no idea either."
Zhu Zhuyun’s eyes twinkled, and she pursed her lips, "With this montum, your dad wouldn’t be about to expose Brother Yu, would he?"
At Tianshui Academy, Luo Yu’s face was lined with frustration, feeling sowhat speechless.
What was Ning Fengzhi, this prospective father-in-law, up to?
After standing dumbfounded for a while, the MC finally ca back to his senses.
"I wonder which young standout is so esteed by Sect Master Ning?"
"Does he truly possess such terrifying strength?"
Ning Fengzhi waved his hand, his eyes sweeping over the crowd, corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he spoke lightly,
"There’s no need to doubt."
"In this competition, my son-in-law is destined to take the crown."
The host: "???"
The Snow Night Emperor and the Platinum Bishop exchanged glances with utter astonishnt.
When did Ning Fengzhi get a son-in-law, and how co they hadn’t heard a thing about it?
The entire audience was dumbfounded.
What’s going on?
Such a solemn occasion, and out of nowhere...
Why did Head Ning suddenly start boasting about his son-in-law?
The host, mind in disarray, stuttered, "Ning... Head Ning... may I ask who your son-in-law is?"
Ning Fengzhi lifted his head with a light laugh and said:
"My son-in-law probably wouldn’t like it if I revealed his identity in advance."
"So allow to keep it a secret for now."
"However, there is one thing I can share with everyone."
"What’s that?" the host asked instinctively.
Ning Fengzhi composed himself, his presence commanding, and enunciated every word:
"That is."
"My son-in-law is the number one in the world!"
"Wow!"
The crowd erupted in an instant, completely perplexed and unable to grasp what was happening.
They didn’t understand how the usually serene and detached Ning Fengzhi had suddenly changed his usual calm deanor to sing soone’s praises so unexpectedly.
The Snow Night Emperor and the Platinum Bishop were completely baffled, staring straight at Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi’s provocative declaration shattered the image they had always had of him in their minds.
The host was filled with regret, having assud Ning Fengzhi’s speech would be utterly reliable.
He had no idea it would turn out to be so bizarre.
Confident in his ability to handle any conversation smoothly in the Soul Power realm of Douluo, he believed himself to be at the pinnacle among hosts.
But now, he was truly taken aback, unsure how to respond to Ning Fengzhi’s words.
It was too unexpected.
How did it turn into inflated praise?
Feng Xiaotian was now standing there, stunned, his smile frozen stiff on his face.
He was flustered.
This wasn’t what he had expected at all.
The six team mbers behind him stayed silent, their eyes weirdly fixed on their boss.
On the other hand, Tang San stood still as a statue, rigid all over.
The proud smile on his face was fixed.
Quickly, the hundred thousand spectators turned their gaze to the field, embarking on a carpet-style search.
Eager to find out who Ning Fengzhi’s son-in-law really was!
At the Shrek Academy’s area.
Xiaowu looked at Zhu Zhuqing, and the girls looked back at her, and finally, they all turned their eyes to Ning Rongrong.
"Rongrong, your dad never used to talk like this, right?"
Ning Rongrong’s mouth fell open, her pretty face flushed red.
"I... I have no idea what’s going on," she said shyly, stomping her feet and scoffing repeatedly.
"What on earth is my dad doing???"
anwhile, at the Tianshui Academy’s side, Luo Yu’s mouth kept twitching, his forehead covered with black lines.
What was Ning Fengzhi up to?
Why was he publicly praising him?
At that mont, Ning Fengzhi had already returned to his seat, his face bearing a smile full of depth.
Watching the stir he had caused in the arena, he was quite pleased with the effect.
A crafty gleam, akin to that of a sly fox, passed through his eyes.
To others, it looked like he was mindlessly praising his son-in-law.
In reality, his move was operating on a whole other layer of the atmosphere.
First, after the competition, everyone in Soul Land would know that Luo Yu was his, Ning Fengzhi’s, son-in-law, which would certainly make them wary of the Seven Treasures Glaze Sect.
Second, as the Sect Master openly extolled his son-in-law, he was giving Luo Yu enormous face, sure to win Luo Yu’s favor.
Just having these two points was enough.
Ning Fengzhi secretly reveled in his own cleverness.
You laugh at for being a sycophant.
Little do you know that as long as you fawn over the right person, and do it well, you’ll get everything in the end.
Soon, all the spectators, competitors, and the host.
Progressed to the drawing of lots, still puzzled about who the son-in-law was.
The grand competition was about to begin!
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