When Ye Feng reached the middle of the Arena, he immediately forgot about Saikeer. All he could see was the enormous competition venue before him.
The circular Arena was brimming with technology, its lights flashing, as though he had stepped into a futuristic technological world.
Huge screens surrounded the venue, displaying various moving images and data to provide competitors and spectators with real-time match information.
The circular fighting floor was made of high-tech materials with excellent elasticity and traction, ensuring the competitors had the best possible experience during their matches.
At the center stood a brightly lit circular stage. Beneath the spotlights, competitors were already standing on it, displaying their skills and strength like interstellar warriors.
Technology permeated the air of the Arena, with intelligent refereeing systems and timing equipment precisely recording every movement and moment.
Seated in comfortable chairs, the spectators watched the competitors' spectacular performances up close through high-definition virtual screens. They could also feel the waves of cool air wafting down from above the venue, as though they were inside a space capsule.
The entire Arena had such a futuristic feel that even Ye Feng could not help feeling his blood stir.
Just then, Saikeer patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said:
"Staring yourself silly? What's so interesting about a lousy Arena? Come on, the competition's about to start, and I haven't registered yet."
Only then did Ye Feng come back to his senses. Feeling a little embarrassed, he hurried after Saikeer and left.
Saikeer then took the four competitors to register, while Ye Feng and Frey went ahead to Makarov's exclusive spectator area.
At that moment, Frey suddenly spoke:
"The Hartell Family may be a lousy bunch, but they really did build a fine Arena. Looks like they spared no expense! Just one of those