Bergamo's Request

As the last dazzling white light gradually faded away.

The eighty competing warriors from eight universes.

At this moment, all had gathered upon the enormous arena.

The atmosphere at the scene was oppressive to the extreme.

The air was filled with an incomparably heavy killing intent.

Seeing that everyone had finally arrived.

The Grand Minister on the high platform slowly stepped forward.

Though his voice was not raised, it carried an irresistible divine authority, reaching the ears of everyone present with absolute clarity.

"Warriors and gods from the various universes."

"Welcome to the Tournament of Power."

"This tournament."

"Was proposed by Mr. Sun Wuxiu and myself, and jointly planned by us."

"And was ultimately authorized by Lord Zeno."

"Before the competition officially begins."

"Please allow Lord Zeno to say a few words to everyone."

As soon as the Grand Minister finished speaking.

The two Zenos seated in the highest seats on the platform exchanged excited looks.

Then they happily shouted.

"Welcome to the Tournament of Power!"

"Make sure you have fun!"

Just one exceedingly simple sentence from each of them.

And Zeno's opening remarks came to a direct end.

Such a brief and childlike opening truly suited Zeno's personality.

The Grand Minister had long grown accustomed to it.

He smiled faintly and smoothly resumed speaking.

"Next."

"I will go over the rules once more."

"The use of flight abilities is strictly forbidden within the arena."

"Those born with the natural ability to fly are exempt."

"Any contestant who falls outside the arena will be directly teleported to the spectator stands behind it."

"And deemed eliminated."

"The competition will last a total of one hundred Tak. During that time, aside from the prohibition against killing, there are no other restrictions."

After explaining the rules, the Grand Minister's profound gaze slowly swept