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Chapter 1173 The game begins

"Look at me, once I start talking, I can't stop, and I almost delayed the two players' match."

The Supreme Lord pretended to suddenly realize something, as if he had truly forgotten about the competition he had organized. However, everyone present knew that the competition could not begin without the Supreme Lord's presence.

After all, he is not only the organizer, but also the master of this world.

When Yang Le first arrived, he noticed that this place was not like a normal universe that seemed boundless.

This place is more like a small world. Although it is not large, the Supreme Lord has absolute control over it, which sounds like that of a dimensional demon god.

However, the Supreme Name's strength is definitely inferior to that of the Dimensional Demons. According to Yang Le's observation, a large part of the former's strength comes from the staff in his hand.

Losing the staff won't affect the Supreme Daimyo's ability to walk, but it will definitely make him less powerful.

In the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles universe, the strong seem to be mostly like this: the vast majority rely on the artifacts they control, and those who possess extraordinary power are only a minority.

The Supreme Lord had no idea what Yang Le was thinking. In order to make it to the scheduled start time, he once again raised his staff and struck the ground.

What happened next was the same as before: a cloud of smoke enveloped Yang Le and the others, and when the smoke dissipated, they had left the Japanese-style room and appeared on a spacious balcony.

No, the noisy crowd negated Yang Le's judgment. When he looked out onto the balcony, he saw a packed audience. It turned out that they had arrived at a private viewing box, and the most luxurious one at that.

After all, they are currently sharing a private room with the Supreme Lord.

Everyone in the private room was there except for Damian and Ben. Looking from the private room towards the center of the venue, it wasn't hard to spot them among the contestants.

"Welcome! Welcome everyone!" The Supreme Name opened his arms wide, his voice so loud it could be heard throughout the hall.

"After many days, the Multiverse Martial Arts Tournament, which has attracted much attention from all over the multiverse, has started again. This time, not only are there familiar faces, but also many new faces that we are looking forward to!"

"However, I believe that whether they are familiar faces or new faces, they will bring us a competition that we will never forget. I hope that all the audience will not hold back their cheers and will pass on your enthusiasm to each and every contestant. They are true warriors!"

"The same goes for all of you. You will be showcasing your skills to audiences from multiple universes, demonstrating the time and effort you've invested in a fair and complete manner!"

At this moment, two maids pushed a gong and drum forward, stopping just within the reach of the Supreme Emperor.

"Alright! Enough with the small talk, let's begin the competition!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the Supreme One finished speaking, he struck the gong and drum with his staff. Ripples of blue energy spread to every part of the arena with the sound, and the arena itself changed.

The ground beneath the athlete's feet began to tremble. Damian was slightly startled and was about to dodge when a voice reached his ears first.

"Don't be nervous, this is the Supreme Lord using magic to create a suitable arena for the competition." Damian turned around upon hearing this, but only managed to catch a glimpse of a pair of rabbit ears before the stone slab beneath his feet lifted him into the air.

Damian thought he would have to struggle to stand firm, but to his surprise, although the stone slab moved away from the opposite side, it did not affect his balance at all, and it carried him up into the air.

A moment later, the stone slab beneath Damian's feet came to a stop in mid-air, and opposite him was another contestant who looked like a cyclops. Their stone slabs joined together at that moment, forming a small but large stage for them to fight.

Damian glanced around out of the corner of his eye. There were people in the same situation as them all around him. It seemed that the Supreme Name had mixed them up and paired them up in pairs to avoid chaotic scenes of many fighting against few or maliciously forming teams.

Damian, who had deduced the Supreme Name's intention, looked at his opponent at this moment and said that calling him a Cyclops was absolutely correct.

The opponent's enormous eyeballs, located in the very center of his face, were staring intently at Damian, while his powerful hands were weighing a double-edged battle axe in his hands.

Just like a butcher pondering the meat on the chopping board, whether to finely chop it into minced meat or roughly chop it into chunks.

"Boy, it's not too late for you to surrender now," the giant said condescendingly. To him, Damian was just a tiny little thing, about the size of a newborn baby in his race.

The Titan, who sought a strong opponent, clearly had no interest in Damian; the Titan's insulting offer of surrender meant nothing to the latter.

This is because Damian is not a respectable warrior; he was trained as an assassin from a young age, and for an assassin, being looked down upon is the best thing ever.

Whether it's an insult or respect, it won't stop me from plunging a knife into your heart. In any case, you'll remember me forever then.

Damian remained silent, simply drawing his Soul Sword. He knew this was not an illusion; the sword seemed to be channeling power into him.

Damian had previously dismissed the feeling as an illusion, but after cutting down four guards from the preliminaries, the intense sensation made him realize it wasn't an illusion.

The more powerful beings this sword cuts down, the stronger Damian becomes when he wields it. While making full use of the sword, it also benefits him in return.

However, the previous four guards were not enough to make Damian strong enough to defeat the giant in front of him head-on; he still needed to outsmart him.

Fortunately, the Multiverse Martial Arts Tournament does not restrict the types of weapons. After all, those selected may not only be martial artists, but also assassins like him. As long as you don't use despicable methods like poisoning, you can do whatever you want.

So Damian pulled out his old friend once again, a smoke bomb.

The black bullet slipped from his fingers, exploded upon hitting the ground, and black smoke instantly enveloped Damian's half of the arena, gradually spreading towards the Cyclops's half.

The giant frowned. He hated opponents like Damian the most. He preferred hand-to-hand combat with martial artists to ninjas who used unorthodox methods.

However, no matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't say much. Even the Supreme Daimyo's son, the Supreme Ninja, liked these methods. Otherwise, the latter wouldn't have given himself such a title.

Even the authorities are using these 'unorthodox methods,' so what else can he say?

(End of this chapter)