After receiving their numbers, Moses led Menchi to the first floor of the Heavens Arena.
As a tower-shaped building, the first floor of the Heavens Arena has the largest area. It has 16 rings, and is surrounded by grandstands that can accommodate over 100,000 people.
Every day, fighters who come to register have their preliminary matches here.
Only by winning a battle can they advance to a higher floor.
At this time…
All 16 rings in this floor are hosting fierce battles.
There are many waiting contestants sitting in the surrounding stands.
While waiting, they are gradually ignited by the battles on the stage, and start cheering and shouting, injecting some enthusiasm into the somewhat empty stands.
Moses and Menchi randomly chose a seat in the stands.
'So weak, so many flaws, no offensive power at all."
Menchi glanced at the battles on the stage and couldn't help but commented.
Although she hadn't specifically trained in martial arts, she could still see the level of the participants on the stage.
Their fancy moves have no practicality or lethality at all.
Moses glanced at Menchi, but didn't say anything.
In his view, the strength of this group of participants is indeed very weak, but the martial arts skills they are displaying are not as terrible as Menchi said. On the contrary, there are some good aspects.
It's just that Menchi has been fighting in the wild for many years, so she naturally feels that these contestants' martial arts lack lethality and offense.
'But it's indeed not worth watching.'
After sweeping a glance around, Moses didn't find any contestants worth paying attention to.
There are so many people signing up every day, and it is normal for the strength to vary.
Perhaps these people can stand tall among ordinary people, but in places like the Heavens Arena, they are the most inconspicuous.
As time flows-
It's unknown if it's because they wrote down 20 and 30 years of combat experience, but the organizers haven't arranged battles for Moses and Menchi.
More and more contestants came to the first floor, and they soon noticed Moses and Menchi's presences.
Not only because of their age, but also because of the little fuss Menchi made when filling out the registration form.
"Contestants No. 3142 and No. 3079, please go to Ring C."
The voice of the person in charge came from the loudspeaker.
"Oh, that's my number."
Hearing the announcement, Menchi got up from her seat.
Her number is 3079.
Moses looked at Menchi and reminded: "You don't have to come back to the stands after the match, just wait for me outside."
"Okay."
Menchi replied and then walked along the aisle in the stands towards the ring.
Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of a large group of people.
In this kind of place, there are very few female contestants, let alone a girl who looks underage.
Menchi, who has these two attributes, is simply a magnet for attention in such a place.
On the Ring C.
Contestant No. 3142, who has a strong build and a muscular face, is already waiting inside the ring.
"I always said that my luck has always been good."
Contestant No. 3142 grinned at Menchi, who was walking slowly towards the ring, as if looking at a little white rabbit.
In the surrounding stands, many contestants cast envious glances at No. 3142.
Some people even clamored for No. 3142 not to show any mercy and knocked Menchi off the ring with a single punch.
Under the gaze of many, Menchi stepped onto the ring.
Contestant No. 3142 looked at Menchi and sneered: "I heard that you have 10 years of combat experience."
"…"
Menchi said nothing.
The referee looked at both parties and introduced as usual: "I will judge the level of the contestants based on the outcome of this match. Both of you, please show your strength as much as possible within three minutes. Then... begin!"
After the introduction, the referee announced the start of the match without any delay.
No. 3142 suddenly stepped forward and rushed straight towards Menchi.
'He's really like a bear.'
Menchi looked at contestant No. 3142 rushing towards her and suppressed the urge to kill him immediately.
For a moment, she almost treated him like a bear and was ready to deal with him.
Contestant No. 3142 naturally didn't know what Menchi was thinking. He arrived in front of Menchi, and swung his huge hand, aiming to hit Menchi on the cheek.
It seemed he was planning to slap Menchi out of the ring.
Menchi raised her left hand and easily blocked contestant No. 3142's slap.
"Huh?"
Contestant No. 3142 was stunned.
Before he could react, he was kicked by Menchi and flew into the audience seats.
Seeing this bizarre scene, the contestants who were still clamoring for No. 3142 to knock Menchi off the ring fell silent.
In the ring.
The referee looked at Menchi in surprise and said: "No. 3079, you can go to the 100th floor."
"Oh."
Menchi didn't know whether the 100th floor was considered high or low. She received the voucher from the referee that could be exchanged for a prize at the 100th floor, then waved to Moses in the audience seats.
Moses nodded at Menchi from the distance.
Menchi then followed Moses's instructions and left the arena instead of returning to the audience seats.
Moses watched Menchi leave.
The many eyes around him that were looking at him were gradually changing.
"No. 3080 and No. 3772, please go to Ring A."
At this time, the person in charge quickly arranged the next match.
Upon hearing his own number, Moses stood up and went to the Ring A.
His opponent is a lean man with a cold gaze.
The referee announced the start of the match without any delay.
The moment the referee's voice fell, contestant No. 3772 suddenly rushed towards Moses. His speed was not slow at all, indicating that he was quite skillful.
Facing the charge of contestant No. 3772, Moses just turned sideways to dodge the opponent's attack, and at the same time, stretched his legs to trip the opponent's lower body.
Bang!
Contestant No. 3772 flew out of the ring and fell heavily to the ground.
"…"
The referee was silent for a moment, then announced: "No. 3080, you can go to the 60th floor."
After saying that, he handed the receipt printed on the spot to Moses.
Moses silently took the slip of paper and then left.
In the audience seats.
Many contestants stared blankly at Moses as he left the arena.
They may not be able to remember many of the strong competitors, but they can certainly remember Moses and Menchi today.
Outside the first floor's arena.
As soon as Moses came out, he saw Menchi running over.
"Master, are you also going to the 100th floor?"
"60th floor."
"Huh? How come you're only going to the 60th floor?"
Menchi showed an incredulous expression.
Moses smiled and said: "Those referees probably judged based on power. Your referee probably thought you are very powerful, so he sent you straight to the 100th floor."
"I see."
Menchi immediately understood and directly regarded Moses's speculation as fact.
Moses raised the slip of paper in his hand and said, "I'm going to the 60th floor. Menchi, you should go straight to the 100th floor."
"Alright."
Hearing what Moses said, Menchi could only suppress her thoughts of accompanying him to the 60th floor.
After a while…
Moses came to the 60th floor alone. He first observed the surrounding environment, and then went to the prize exchange window.
At this time.
There were very few people in front of the window.
But shortly after, people began to come over one by one. They should all be contestants who had just reached this floor.
"Welcome, Mr. Illumi, please show your ticket."
In the window, the staff looked at Moses with a smile.
Not far away.
The ear of a silver-haired child who had just walked over from the elevator twitched.
"Illumi?!"