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Mammoth! This individual was a powerhouse from the Mammoth Demon Clan.

Among the ranks of the great monsters, ranking seventh was the patriarch of this Race, the Golden Gleaming Mammoth Great Demon Emperor. Therefore, there was no doubt that this Elephant Demon before him was a true First Level Bloodline powerhouse.

The Mammoth Demon Clan\'s individual had a reserved and substantial aura, its large nose gently swinging, with eyes slightly closed, as if it were resting with meditation, completely ignoring the other contestants nearby who could be its opponents.

The other two contestants by its side, though not nearly as tall as the Mammoth Demon Clan member, were also one at three meters in height and another a bit over two meters. Right now, they didn\'t even notice Tang San who had just come in; instead, they focused all their attention on the Mammoth Demon Clan individual. Clearly, they were hoping that this Mammoth Demon wouldn\'t be their next opponent.

What number did the Mammoth Demon Clan have? That was what they were continuously calculating in their hearts. But no matter what, as long as they were in the same group, they would have to face it sooner or later. From their gloomy faces, it was clear they had no confidence against the Mammoth Demon Clan.

Tang San silently walked up near them, just quietly waiting. Being ignored by his opponents was good for him. He firmly believed that with his luck, his opponent in the upcoming match shouldn\'t be this Mammoth Demon Clan member. Of course, even if it were, it mattered little; there was still an empty slot for his Bloodline Brand. Should his opponent truly be this one, perhaps its bloodline would be quite suitable for him, especially since this Race was renowned for its extraordinary physical strength, which could greatly benefit the enhancement of his own physique. Besides, since he would have to face it sooner or later, facing it earlier didn\'t matter much.

"Group three, numbers three and four, please enter the field to compete," the staff called out just then.

The Mammoth Demon Clan individual suddenly opened its eyes, with a flicker of dark golden light in its gaze, while the other two contestants almost simultaneously checked their number cards to confirm their own numbers.

"I\'m number three," one contestant spoke, while the other did not hesitate to say, "I\'m number four."

The two contestants glanced at each other and each saw a glint of joy deep in the other\'s eyes. Yes, they were each other\'s opponents, not the formidable Mammoth Demon Clan member.

Meanwhile, a look of astonishment couldn\'t help but appear on Tang San\'s face at some distance away. What happened to my luck? Why is my opponent this Mammoth Demon Clan member? I\'m supposed to have Luck Enhancement, after all!

No, that\'s not right. I had used the Field of Fortune and Misfortune before, with fortune and misfortune both present? I had already enjoyed the good fortune of not drawing a partner, so could this be the inevitable misfortune from the Dual Pole Domain?

It seemed that while the Dual Pole Domain could indeed raise his luck to greater heights, the downside could also manifest, especially outside the battlefield, where misfortunes have no outlet to be released.

The corner of his mouth twitched as he indeed became more aware of his Domain\'s abilities, but at the same time, he paid a price for that knowledge. This was only the first match, and he was facing a First Level Bloodline opponent, one who was also a descendant of the world\'s Great Demon Emperors, which was certainly not good news.

Even among First Level Bloodlines, there were distinctions; a First Level Bloodline inherited from a living Great Demon Emperor was definitely stronger than those without an Emperor presiding over them. With a Great Demon Emperor above them, their resources and Bloodline intensity were surely of considerable help.

Just then, Tang San felt two burning gazes upon him, and he looked up only to see the much taller Mammoth Demon Clan individual staring at him intensely.

"You\'re number six?" It spoke with a boomingly deep voice.

"Yes," Tang San\'s mouth twitched again.

"Alright, I\'m number five. What race are you?" The Mammoth Demon Clan member didn\'t seem as domineering as its appearance suggested, but rather appeared somewhat simple and honest.

"Human." The match was about to start, and there was no need for secrecy.

"Human?" Upon hearing Tang San\'s words, the Mammoth Demon Clansman didn\'t show disdain or contempt. Instead, it looked at him with interest and said, "You\'re actually a human? If humans can also participate, then you must be very strong. Please go easy on me later!"

This time, it was Tang San\'s turn to be surprised. Looking at the Mammoth Demon in front of him, his first reaction was that this individual was definitely not a simple-minded, brawny being, or else it wouldn\'t have said something like that.

"You\'re too kind." Without much intent to engage in conversation, Tang San simply responded calmly.

"Group three, number five; group three, number six, please enter the arena for your match." It was at this moment that the announcement from the staff came once more.

The Mammoth Demon Clansman smiled naively and swung its big trunk, saying, "Look, it\'s our turn. Let\'s go."

While speaking, it also gestured for Tang San to go ahead.

Tang San nodded at it and, unceremoniously, walked ahead into the arena.

Guided by the staff, they were taken directly to the number three ring. Since they were opponents, their positions for entering the ring were different, each coming from opposite sides. This meant that at the start of the fight, they would be two hundred meters apart.

Both sides entered the ring. Tang San was still wearing a hood, so the audience couldn\'t tell what race he was from his appearance. However, when the Mammoth Demon Clansman entered the stage, it was different; the tens of thousands of spectators immediately erupted into cheers, especially those from the Elephant Demon Clan, which were as loud as a landslide and tsunami.

The Mammoth Demon Clan, also known as the Golden Mammoth, is the only Golden Family among all the Emperors to be selected. The Golden Gleaming Mammoth Great Demon Emperor has the title of the strongest defense in the world. The strength of this clan was imaginable.

Compared with the Mammoth Demon Clan, Tang San\'s figure seemed too slim.

At this time, Pretty Girl was in another waiting area, her mind filled with memories of the trials she had passed not long ago in the Land of Inheritance. But when she heard \'group three, number six,\' she subconsciously looked up and saw the two sides facing each other. Her waiting area was situated such that she could see the number three competition stage.

A powerful Mammoth Demon Clan opponent? Is this the kind of opponent Asura has to face? His luck seems a bit too bad.

The first day of the competition didn\'t even have a host to introduce the opponents. That\'s how rudimentary the Ancestral Court Elite Contest was. To the Ancestral Court, competitors who were eliminated right away weren\'t worth introducing. And for spectators, getting to know the participants through their performance in the matches was the most direct approach.

But when the Mammoth Demon Clansman stepped onto the stage, in the hearts of many spectators, it immediately became the favored contender to advance from group three. This was a truly strong race!

The Ancestral Court did have betting booths for the competition, but the bets on the first day mainly concerned the duration of the matches. Bets were placed on what time the overall competition would end, with ten-minute intervals starting from four hours up to eight hours. The return for the correct bet was tenfold.

Such odds meant that the Ancestral Court was sure to profit, but countless citizens and even many nobles were willing to participate in the bets. This timing guess was clearly fair since no one could bribe all the contestants at the same time. Public entrants who participated in the betting adored this fairness.

Tang San lifted his hood, took off his cloak, revealing a snug-fitting outfit underneath. His mask still covering his face, his piercing gaze fixed on the Mammoth Demon Clansman opposite him.