Today, the most anticipated presence was not the warriors in constant readiness, but the Emperor of Xiaofudao, who had arrived.
A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted: "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!..."
The people offered their respects in a kneeling bow. Foreigners were exempt, but they were not permitted to move freely, as it would be considered a violation of the law. The Emperor would interpret it as defiance, and in severe cases, Xiaofudao had the right to impose immediate sanctions.
Mingzhi Tian spotted Miya and the other two in the crowd and nodded at them, signaling a greeting.
There were many foreigners, all elites from various nations, who were arranged in the VIP section.
After the ceremonies concluded, the Emperor naturally took his seat on the high throne, surveying all below. Beside him sat the Empress and their youngest daughter, Gushima Sakurako.
Tianhai Daxiong, exuding confidence, sat there and, like the Emperor, looked down upon everything, as if the subjects below were all his own.
As the atmosphere of the arena grew more lively, the Swan Country, ranked first globally in economy, stood at the top of the stage as the representative of the International Association Chairman, as was customary.
He addressed the crowd in a universally understood language: "Good everyone, I am Michaelen Jenalusi Jackson, Chairman of the International Association. I will be the referee for this quinquennial international warrior finals. The rules are simple: stepping out of the arena or falling means defeat. However, it will be a point-stop match. I declare, the competition begins!"
As Jackson waved the red and white flags he held from top to bottom!
The scene erupted in cheers. Jackson pointed to the large screen on the advertisement board: "Please abide by the rules and enter the arena in the order of your names!"
Following this, the audience's gazes focused on the large screen, where two names appeared: "Ferrari Zhongtubowa vs. Sato Hao Gou."
A white man with tanned skin leaped onto the stage, while from the Emperor's side, a short man ascended.
Without a word, the two engaged in combat!
Ferrari launched a rapid kick, and Sato clenched his fists, blocking with the strength of a bull.
After several exchanges, Sato emerged victorious!
The local residents of Xiaofudao erupted in a frenzy! "Sugoi! Ganbare! Ganbare! Sato! Sato!"
Next was "Smith Jaweer vs. Takahashi Yamasan."
The two were evenly matched, resulting in a draw.
Following this was "Garcia Shupuloli vs. Jin Zhengang."
Garcia dominated and won. "Ivanov vs. Gonzales... Maden vs. Smith..."
It was evident that these were all early-stage Little Zhou Tian cultivators. Mingzhi Tian lost interest and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
Then, a man from Xiaofudao named Suzuki lost to a burly man from Yingliedao named Jones. The residents of Xiaofudao booed. Chairman Jackson admonished them: "Quiet!"
It was now time for Mad Wolf's appearance. This was the main event, and the audience eagerly anticipated a high-level confrontation.
The large screen changed: [Huaxia Mad Wolf vs. Xiaofudao Watanabe Musashi!]
Xiaofudao had "Ganbare," while Huaxia had "Oli ge!" Wang Guo patted Mad Wolf's shoulder: "Mad Wolf, Oli ge, you are excellent. Fight for national glory."
Mad Wolf nodded indifferently, glancing at Mingzhi Tian, who was still feigning sleep. "Leave it to me. I will protect Huaxia's honor."
With a flash, Mad Wolf appeared at the edge of the arena and stood still, as if a gust of wind could blow him off and force him to concede.
At this moment, Mingzhi Tian opened his eyes and slowly turned his gaze towards the arena.
Watanabe Musashi, arrogant and dismissive, strode onto the stage step by step, believing he could crush his opponent with sheer presence, without even exerting any effort.