Who are you looking down on? What's the big deal about this anyway?!
It's not like this is the only place to train and gain experience.
At worst, in the future, there will just be more life-and-death fights out there in the wild.
As for now, it's obviously more important to stay by Luke's side.
Yes, Nobunaga had found a good excuse for himself.
After Uvogin and the others registered, they received their numbered plates and headed to the waiting room.
They were about to face their very first battle in the outside world.
Thousands of people registered in the Heavens Arena every day.
Since everyone came to register, they would basically be automatically matched with an opponent within a few minutes after finishing the process.
All fighters had to test their skills on the first floor, so besides the waiting room, the first floor was filled with battle rings.
The first contestant was Feitan.
And his opponent…
"Hahaha, how come I was matched with such a shorty!"
In front of Feitan, the tall, skinny fighter was ecstatic, even laughing arrogantly with his hands on his hips.
"This guy is hopeless."
On the spectator seats, Luke sighed the moment he heard that.
Nobunaga, behind him, opened his mouth, then simply nodded and closed it again.
Well, there's really not much to say about a dying guy.
"This guy is doomed."
In the waiting room, Uvogin and Phinks, seeing this, immediately sentenced the tall, skinny fighter to death.
"What the hell, this guy is so lucky!"
In the waiting room, the other fighters waiting for their matches watched this scene, filled with envy and jealousy.
Some even beat their chests and stamped their feet, lamenting that Feitan's opponent had really struck gold.
Uvogin and Phinks both glanced over at them at the same time.
If they wanted to face Feitan so badly, then fine, they both silently hoped those guys would win their current rounds, so they could meet Feitan next.
And it wasn't just in the waiting room; the reactions were the same up in the spectator stands.
"What? Isn't the gap too big?"
"The outcome of the match is obvious at a glance. It's completely pointless."
"I'm saying, isn't there something wrong with the recent fighters?! How can fighters of this caliber even compete?!"
"It can't be helped. After all, Heavens Arena's reputation is that anyone who signs up and pursues fighting competition will be given the opportunity."
"But they shouldn't let fighters like that compete!"
"What the hell are you guys complaining about?! If you want better, more intense fights, then go upstairs, go beyond the 100th floor, pay money to watch! You can even see the floor masters if you're willing to pay. What's the point of whining here?!"
"I'll complain if I want, what the hell does it have to do with you!"
"Shut it! I fucking hate you freeloaders, you're already lucky enough to have something to watch for free, and yet you're still picky..."
The audience was already starting to squabble.
Some even cheered for the tall skinny guy below: "Be gentle! Don't hurt the kid!"
"You're really lucky, you little one!"
Even the tall skinny guy himself thought so: "Hahahaha, I'm so lucky! I never thought Lady Luck would be so kind to me!"
The tall, skinny fighter rubbed his hands together, completely dismissing Feitan.
"Little dwarf..."
A sinister grin crossed his face. "I'll love you well."
"And make you regret coming into this world..."
Whoosh!
Before he could finish his words, his vision blurred, and the little dwarf, whom he had thought was already in his grasp, disappeared.
Immediately afterward, a sound of something breaking through the air echoed.
And then…
Crack!
A burst of cracking noises followed.
"...!!"
The tall, skinny fighter clearly heard the sound of his own bones breaking.
Then came the splitting, piercing agony that stabbed into his consciousness in an instant.
"I..."
He instinctively opened his mouth, unable to suppress a howl of pain.
But… his howl had barely begun when it abruptly stopped.
Crack, crack, crack…
Even the audience stopped arguing.
Horror filled their wide eyes as the scene on the stage became crystal clear.
They saw Feitan land a punch right into his opponent's throat, making him cough blood, unable to utter a sound again.
At the same time, he reached out and knocked out the tall skinny guy's teeth one by one.
"I really hate your pig-like voice."
Feitan's voice was as calm as water.
But he didn't stop there.
Under the horrified gazes of the spectators, Feitan picked up the opponent's broken teeth and, while the opponent trembled in pain, forcibly pried open his mouth.
Then, using the sharp ends of his teeth, he vigorously chopped his opponent's tongue!
Until the opponent's mouth was covered in blood and his body was twitching, unable to move.
Then finally, Feitan pulled his hand out of his opponent's mouth.
Then, with a look of disdain, he shook off the severe tongue he had taken with him.
"You got lucky this time."
Feitan took one last glance at his opponent, who lay on the ground like a dead dog, barely breathing in but unable to exhale.
"If it weren't for the rules of this Heavens Arena prohibiting killing, your head would have already fallen to the ground."
He said this calmly, not even sparing him another glance.
Well, when it comes to following the rules of the game, Feitan hasn't evolved to the point where he'll resort to any means necessary to complete his goal.
At least he still has a bit of youthful spirit.
Then, he turned and looked at the referee, who stood there in silence.
"Here's a suggestion for you..."
Feitan spoke in a faint, low voice: "Actually, in the first round of battles, it's best if we can carry weapons."
"We don't need anything too extreme, just something small will do."
"Otherwise, if I have to slice up my opponent's tongue with their own teeth every time, it'll be a little troublesome."
"And they will also suffer a lot more..."
Feitan was genuinely giving a friendly reminder: "I think you should consider this suggestion."