To the sound of cheerful drums and gongs, the matches in the six arenas finally began. First, a group of prettily dressed female Slaves in short skirts entered to perform and warm up the crowd.
The collars around their necks killed Smoker's interest at once. He folded his arms and smoked in sullen silence.
The Dragon People in the stands, meanwhile, chatted away in high spirits.
"That one's got a nice figure. Look at that ass."
"I still prefer the redhead. Look at her face, those rosy lips, that soft skin. I bet you could squeeze water out of it. She'd be much more fun to play with."
The Dragon People buzzed like flies, setting Smoker and the others on edge. They wished they could leave right then.
Each Dragon Person was more depraved than the last. One old man stared at the dancing Slaves with drool running down his chin. At his age, he still couldn't behave himself!
Sengoku and Kong remained fairly composed. Garp simply leaned back on the sofa and fell asleep. His thunderous snores made several nearby Dragon People frown and move away in disgust, as though being seen with these marines who couldn't appreciate the show was an embarrassment.
After about ten minutes, the matches finally began. Fighters dueled in all six Arenas at once, and the crowd's excitement flared.
The moment the fighters entered, they pulled out every trick they had to stay alive. Before long, one fighter in Arena Six lifted his opponent around the waist and slammed him down onto his raised knee. Crack! His opponent's spine snapped in two.
"Nice! Demon Dragon Bond from that district really lives up to his name. What a rush! That move might even rival Ye Chen's Monkey Steals the Peach."
The fighters in the other