Three days later, Arena Zone, Legion Arena.
It was an extremely peculiar building. Though it was an arena, it was actually a towering structure. Perhaps because battles in the Arena Zone were not real combat, there was no need for much space.
Xiao Ran wore a mask. Behind him followed Cruze, Basak, Luo, Yuzes, and other S-class Pilots whose identities were already set to be exposed. There were twelve of them in total as they entered the lobby of the arena tower.
At this time, the lobby was already packed with people from various legions. From the first-ranked to the fiftieth-ranked legions, and even lower-ranked ones, all had sent representatives. They had no way of knowing the course of this "exercise" battle between the two legions, but they could immediately confirm the result. A legion with a rating sufficient to challenge the fourth-ranked legion had suddenly emerged. If it could still win this battle, that would more or less reveal the Burning Legion's true strength.
Furthermore, after the battle, they could observe both sides' expressions. Whether relaxed, furious, or grave, they could glean something from them. Whether someone felt stifled, had fought smoothly, or showed something else entirely could all reveal the gap in strength.
At the same time, there was another important matter: putting faces to names. They wanted to see what the experts of the Burning Legion, a legion that had always been shrouded in mystery before suddenly stepping forward, actually looked like. Once they recognized them, they could return and tell their legion members to run whenever they encountered these people.
They also wanted to see the Burning Legion and the current fourth-ranked legion, to observe both sides' attitudes before and after the battle. They wanted to know whether a genuine conflict might erupt in the future