"What a rush!"
After the battle, Roger felt exhilarated from head to toe.
He climbed the stairs beneath the arena and returned to his seat in the stands.
The second match would begin in half an hour.
Anyone who was hungry could leave, eat on a lower level of the Sky Arena, and come back.
They might miss part of an exciting duel, but there was no way around it.
Great Pirates and other important guests had it easier. The Pluton Pirates would bring food straight to their seats.
Once these battles to decide the final eight began, they would not stop.
Of course, anyone with money could pay for membership services at the Sky Arena.
The Sky Arena issued members a special card. They could load money onto it and pay by swiping it through a card reader.
All they had to do was call the Sky Arena's customer service staff, and someone would buy whatever they wanted to eat and deliver it to them.
Even in the packed crowd, the staff could find them. Each membership card contained a tracking device.
Traveling between levels took quite a while. The Sky Arena was enormous.
The service was popular with wealthy patrons and nobles, who felt it set them apart.
They did not have to run up and down like everyone else.
Some of the smarter spectators had brought food in advance, having learned from the previous battles.
What outsiders did not know was that the Sky Arena had eighty thousand service workers.
Forty thousand were permanent staff. The other forty thousand were hired specially—or rather, reassigned from other workplaces on Paros Island.
The entire island belonged to the Kronos Kingdom, along with every business on it.
The second match began.
Under countless expectant gazes, Zoffy and "Yuan Hong" stepped