The referee on the stage: "..."
His eyelids twitched.
And Nobunaga, in the audience, showed a look of deep approval.
He sincerely supported Feitan's point with both hands and feet.
First, he glanced at the tall, skinny, fighter-like dead dog on the ground, then at Feitan in front of him, who was short and looked like a child, but possessed strength beyond ordinary…
"Go to the 100th floor!"
The referee was silent for a moment, then immediately raised his hand and announced loudly.
Within three minutes, the referee would decide, based on each contestant's performance in battle, which floor they should be sent to.
Of course, the better the performance, the higher the floor.
In fact, generally speaking, there were unspoken rules in the referees' decisions.
For example, those who hadn't demonstrated Nen would only be sent to the 50th floor at most.
But if, during the battle, they revealed that they had mastered Nen, they would be sent directly to the 100th floor.
After all, floors below the 100th were already meaningless to such people; they were simply child's play.
Just now, in his anger, Feitan had unleashed his Nen without hesitation, enchaining his speed.
And there was no doubt that this referee also knew Nen.
After seeing Feitan's true strength, he never once stepped in to stop Feitan's cruel actions.
On the one hand, to stop someone venting revenge in such a way would obviously mean standing against a Nen user, someone who might even become a future floor master; there was no need to risk offending him.
On the other hand, the other party was simply mocking Feitan with his rude words, clearly touching upon Feitan's most sensitive spot.
If someone sought beating on their own, then as long as it stayed within the rules and posed no risk of death, the referee would tacitly allow it.
Everyone must pay the price for their actions.
And so, Feitan successfully ascended to the hundredth floor.
After reaching the hundredth floor, one would have a private room.
But if one lost a battle and fell below the hundredth floor, their private room would be taken away.
And after reaching the hundredth floor, every battle was likely a life-or-death battle.
A single moment of carelessness could result in death.
As for the legality of killing in the Heavens Arena, Uvogin and Phinks were actually quite supportive.
"Great, I'm next!"
After watching Feitan ascend, Uvogin's excited shout echoed from the waiting room.
Just now, his name had been called over the announcement.
"Me too."
Phinks stood up and stretched his shoulders.
His name had also been called almost at the same time, though unfortunately not in the same match as Uvogin.
"I was really looking forward to fighting you in the first match."
Phinks looked at Uvogin, with his signature smirk on his face. "I thought so too..."
Uvogin scoffed. "Then it seems I'll have to postpone the day I tear your head off."
"That should be my words!"
The two glared at each other, their murderous gazes colliding with aggression, neither willing to back down.
Back in Meteor City, ever since that sticky rice cake-snatching incident, they had already been enemies.
If it weren't for Luke's presence, tying them together, they would have been at loggerheads again.
Of course, it was mainly because they both knew their limits and what to do and what not to do.
But if the opportunity arose, they wouldn't mind taking advantage of it to settle their scores.
Well, it wasn't too late now. The Heavens Arena certainly provided them with a very good stage to perform on.
The two of them stared at each other, while their opponents, whose names were called on the announcement, grew restless.
"Hello..."
Phinks' opponent approached him and politely asked: "Are you Mr. Phinks?"
"The announcement has already been made twice, asking us to go on stage."
"Huh?!"
Hearing this, Phinks finally turned around.
He looked at the man who had reminded him. He wore round glasses, looked friendly, and dressed in a white shirt, giving him a scholarly appearance.
This must be his opponent, right?
He didn't look particularly impressive, and...
Phinks glanced at the corner of the man's shirt sticking out messily from his waist, which gave off an unkempt vibe.
Especially with his messy hair, he looked even more sloppy.
"You are my opponent in this match. Your name is... Uh, Wang something?"
"Hello, my name is Wing. I'm looking forward to your guidance, Mr. Phinks."
The unkempt young man named Wing also smiled politely.
"Only 152 Jenny..."
Back in the waiting room, Feitan opened the envelope he received and poured out the coins inside.
This was his winning prize, the basic amount for winning the first round.
In the Heavens Arena, every win earns a certain amount of money.
The higher you climb, the bigger the prize.
On the first floor, whether you win or lose, you receive a bonus of 152 Jenny.
Winning on the fiftieth floor earns you fifty thousand Jenny.
Winning on the hundredth floor or higher earns you a million Jenny.
This is a truly excellent incentive for cash-strapped martial artists who specialize in fighting.
And it's also incredibly compelling.
The more capable you were, the higher the floors you could climb, the bigger the prize money you could earn, and the more money you could rack up.
This is the perfect place to transform your skills and abilities into wealth!
Feitan wasn't interested in the prize money; he simply enjoyed the experience and fun of exploring the dungeons.
Especially during this time, you'll encounter a variety of opponents.
For example… There are Nen users in this place.
Feitan casually shoved the coins into the nearby vending machine.
Then he pulled out a can of juice and drank it while watching the big screen: "Uvogin and Phinks battle."
There's nothing much to say about Uvogin; his opponent looks just so-so.
Although he was covered in muscles, it was just for show. Uvogin had him pinned to the ground, and he was beaten to tears, and if the referee hadn't intervened in time, the guy would have been beaten to death by Uvogin.