Dragon Rises, Scorpion's Tail Sweep, Tornado Destroys Parking Lot

Even so, do you still want to participate in this so-called Championship Tournament?

"Why not?"

Beckett replied without turning his head.

Nothing else matters; as long as the Grandmaster has the remains of a deity in his hands, that's enough.

His purpose in participating in this Championship Tournament was simply to see the Grandmaster as quickly as possible.

As the organizer of this competition, he will definitely be present in the arena on the day the competition begins.

Beckett believed that the Grandmaster thought the same thing.

Otherwise, he could have simply sat at home and waited for Beckett to come to him, instead of using the remains of a god as bait to lure him into participating in the competition.

"Or do you have a better way to get close to the Grandmaster?"

Beckett stopped and turned around to ask.

Upon hearing this, Hela paused, pursed her lips, and remained silent.

Aside from participating in the competition, she doesn't seem to have any other way to get closer to the Grandmaster.

After all, she didn't know where the Grandmaster's real residence was.

The location of the arena that Woz detected was simply the place where the Grandmaster frequented most often.

Instead of spending a lot of time and effort searching in complete darkness, it's better to go directly to the official meeting channel.

"Please do not crowd!"

"Good queuing order determines whether you can complete the registration process as quickly as possible!"

"Gentlemen, if you want to fight, please go somewhere else and wait in line after the winner is decided."

"Those arriving later, please go to the side and rear to collect your number!"

The Sakaar Arena, a relatively new arena, saw a surge in popularity after the Grandmaster's announcement.

When Beckett arrived at his destination following Woz's map, the two long lines of people made him frown.

"Your His Highness Beckett, leave the menial task of queuing and getting a number to me." The Other, who aspired to become Beckett's top henchman, immediately demonstrated his usefulness.

He bowed respectfully, then grabbed his scepter and trotted to the ticket window, where he menacingly took a number from a slave in the arena.

"404? Are there still that many people ahead of me?"

The Other frowned. He had a feeling this wasn't a lucky number, not to mention that it meant there were at least 404 people ahead of Beckett.

He didn't think His Highness Beckett was the kind of person who would have the patience to wait that long.

Having spent so much time together, The Other had already figured out his master's temperament pretty well.

"Hey, I'm asking you, is there a VIP lane?"

Holding the number plate, The Other glanced back furtively at Beckett, whose face was clearly showing signs of impatience. He then pressed his face against the window and asked menacingly.

"The kind where you can register directly."

Generally speaking, such competitions should have VIP channels exclusively for the strong or those with money.

"Yes, sir, but are you sure you want to use the fast lane?"

The woman on the other side of the window looked up upon hearing this.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you have it, hurry up and get it done."

Perhaps it was The Other's swearing and confident demeanor that intimidated the woman, who mumbled a few words into the communicator that The Other couldn't understand at all, before handing The Other a golden badge.

The badge had no number, only a gladiatorial arena symbol.

What's this?

The Other curiously pinched it, but couldn't make anything out of it.

"Someone is about to challenge the passage. Zola, come out and meet them, and tell Foras to get ready."

"Yes."

The woman on the other end of the communicator responded timidly, but when she appeared before The Other, her eyes widened instantly. "You, you're that lump of flesh from back then?!"

Zola still can't forget the scene when The Other was resurrected.

"It's you?"

What are you doing here?

The Other was clearly surprised to run into an acquaintance he had met once before in this unfamiliar place.

"Your His Highness Beckett." Bearing the badge and accompanied by Zola, The Other returned to Beckett.

"Zola? What are you doing here?"

Compared to The Other, who was completely unfamiliar with Zola, Beckett knew her to some extent, having spent a day or two together and even watched Ego's films together.

"Well, because of you, Mr. Beckett, I am unable to compensate the auction house for its property losses, so I have been banished to the arena."

When Zola saw Beckett again, she had clearly lost her initial liveliness.

His timid and respectful demeanor was evident in his words.

"Excuse me, are you four the ones who are going to participate in the Champion Challenge?" Zola clearly didn't want to talk about what happened to him after arriving at the arena.

Having been repeatedly taught a harsh lesson by reality, all she wanted to do at this moment was to quietly do her job well. Only in this way could she have the chance to continue living.

"No, only me," Beckett said after staring at Zola for a long time.

Hela is unnecessary, Jennifer cannot play, and as for The Other, he's just there to make up the numbers.

"I understand, please follow me." Zola nodded respectfully and turned to signal Beckett and the others to follow him.

"The Grandmaster prepared a test for everyone who felt they were strong."

"Whoever can defeat Foras, who guards the Challenge Passage, will become Seed Player, skipping the qualifiers and group stage, and directly advance to the Round of 16 main tournament."

"Since Mr. Beckett doesn't want to take the regular route, this is the only way."

"By the way, before you, thirty-six people have already died after failing the challenge."

The bodies of those people still hang on that old, crooked tree in front of the arena, a warning to those whose hearts are yearning for revenge.

"Therefore, please be very careful."

Perhaps because they had known each other before, Zola hesitated for a while after leading Beckett and his group into the arena before giving them a reminder.

"Foras, is that him?"

Beckett completely ignored Zola's warning and, as he entered the arena, he naturally saw the figure standing in the very center of the arena.

"Is there anyone in this universe with a weirder hairstyle than him?" Hela sat comfortably in the nearest VIP seat, watching the man in the room with his eyes closed in amusement.

A deep purple top, green training pants, a sharply defined face, and a hairstyle even more Saiyan than Beckett's.

Foras, the Sakaar Arena's strongest fighter under the Grandmaster's command!

"A new challenger?"

The man who had been resting with his eyes closed opened them and looked at Beckett, who had jumped down from the stands.

"Let me make this clear from the beginning,"

"I'm very strong!"

"Ha!"

With his bulging muscles flexing in his arms, the man named Foras didn't hesitate for a moment. After pointing at Beckett and delivering his pre-battle declaration, he kicked Beckett in the face!

"The Dragon Rises!"

Beckett frowned, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head slightly to the side, just as Foras's ankle brushed past him.

"Scorpion's Tail Sweep!"

When his first move failed, Foras used his right foot as a pivot point to turn around and sweep a roundhouse kick at Beckett's chest, but Beckett caught it firmly and Foras could not break free no matter how hard he tried.

"Lightning Poison Dragon Drill!!" Foras gave up struggling and turned his body to use his left foot as a fulcrum to drill into Beckett's abdomen.

"Tyrannosaurus Frenzied Blade Demon Seal Slash!"

"The Wind Eagle Dancing Sword Wind Piercing Stab!"

"Water Rhino Explosive Wild Waterfall Pierce!"

"The White Mastiff Fierce Thunder Shocking Slash!"

"Flying Tiger Connecting Sky Earth Splitting Chop!"

"Locust Ant Chopping Big Tree!"

"Tornado Destroyed—!"

"Fancy and gaudy."

Before he could finish speaking, an impatient Beckett punched Foras in the chest, shattering it!

Before he could even finish calling out the name of the move, Foras stared wide-eyed at the man in front of him, who was quite thin compared to him.

"How... could this be...?"

"Kill him, does that count as passing?" With his foot planted on Foras, whose chest had a hole in it, Beckett's face was cold as he turned his gaze to the dumbfounded Zola on the stage.

The latter, with a blank expression, nodded...

Working overtime, the next update will be quite late |ω)