Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

As for their responses, they were quite obvious.

"Ha, I've heard that lady say the same thing countless times yesterday!"

"What can a guy who finds fun in children's fights do to me?"

Perhaps due to a fundamental difference in their perspectives on the world, Meteor couldn't immediately offer any words of persuasion to the two. After a long silence, she finally uttered:

"Then...then at least buy tickets to get in, okay?"

After the sloping path ends, there is a straight corridor.

The dim lights flickered, and the road split into several intersections at the end.

It was obvious that the ticket booth was divided into two.

One was a ticket booth converted from a fast food truck brought from there, while the other was a much cleaner-looking VIP ticket sales point with a VIP sign hanging on it.

Even in a dilapidated stadium, they managed to pull off these ingenious tactics.

"Three regular coupons."

The two Saiyans naturally didn't bring any money. After Meteor helped them buy tickets, they entered the entrance passage—as soon as they passed through the not-so-wide gate, they smelled a bloody stench that had accumulated over the years.

There are also some more complex smells.

The passageway is flanked by reinforced iron fences.

Behind the fence were cages of all sizes.

Clawed Beasts, Rock Crabs, Originium Bugs, Sand Beasts, Giant Ants... and a motionless humanoid object huddled inside.

Like a curious display case, it showcases the highlights of this place, which calls itself the "Knights' Arena," to passing guests.

Incidentally, they are alive and react when people pass by.

"stinky."

The Saiyan, with his keen sense of smell, complained.

They then entered the noisy main venue together.

A blinding spotlight shone on the very center of the rough, sandy ground.

Several figures, almost entirely unarmored and covered in black crystals, were fighting under the spotlight.

The circular arena, with its birdcage-like railings, had an unexpectedly large number of people in the stands.

They cheered for every splatter of blood and every scream captured by the microphone, while simultaneously hurling vulgar and indiscriminate insults.

These people look very happy.

Even if what they are looking at has almost nothing to do with the "Knights' Arena" that they are promoting to the outside world.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Thirty: Then I'm Going to Kick Your Butt Hard!

The three of them bought tickets only to get in; they didn't intend to sit down.

"The players on the field right now are all adults."

The arena is located deep underground, and its internal scale cannot be discerned at a glance like the buildings on the outside.

However, judging from the atmosphere, there are still many people deeper inside.

Since we might not be able to find the two outside, let's search deeper inside.

The act of walking back and forth in the aisle and constantly looking around was naturally protested by the spectators who were enjoying the "knightly duel" in the arena.

The men pointed and cursed at the three people who were walking by and blocking their view—they were then shrunk back by a glare from Tomat and Badak.

There is also a passageway around this arena.

It was done in a rather discreet manner, and there were quite a few people guarding it in the passageway.

Led by Tomat, the three followed the scent and arrived here, convinced that this was a passage to a special place.

It seems that even the Infected Arena won't make a big show of what Meteor mentioned by arranging it in a place that's immediately visible upon entering.

Immediately afterwards, several people who looked like staff members, but were actually just guys dressed in uniform and with thuggish looks, blocked the way for the three.

The men were dressed in lightweight knight's armor, an attire that suggested they might take action at any time, in this place that didn't seem to be very safe.

For example, disobedient infected individuals, or "guests" like them who appear in places they shouldn't be.

"...The three of you, this is the inner area. If you want to see more, please buy VIP tickets outside!"

The staff member tried to persuade the three uninvited guests in an unfriendly tone.

Although the guests were dressed smartly and did not appear to be infected, the VIPs who actually bought tickets had already gone directly into the venue through the passageway at the ticket window.

This is a path used only by staff to pass through or to transport "garbage" out of the inner area; it is not prepared for guests.

Tomat raised his hand to stop Bardock from stepping forward, took a step forward, and asked:

What's inside?

The staff members looked at each other, and then one of them said in a teasing tone:

"Why don't you buy a ticket and go in to see for yourself? Then you'll know everything."

Then someone else impatiently chased them away:

"If you're not buying, hurry up and leave! I bet there are family members inside who want to visit!"

Thomas moved a little closer, chuckling as he reached inside his shirt as if to pull something out.

"Don't say that. We're not here to watch the game, we're actually looking for someone... If you buy a ticket to watch the game, you can only sit in your seat, right? Do you think these are enough?"

This mysterious demeanor initially put the staff on their guard, but they quickly understood what Tomat meant.

So that's how it is. I'll pay you a favor?

Fine, I'll take your money and then kick you out.

"This makes things difficult for us too."

Despite verbally refusing, several staff members, who had already mentally planned what to do next as usual, gathered around.

They weren't worried about whether the person on the other end was a large corporation or someone with a powerful background.

Because such people wouldn't go out of their way to spend money to get in through connections to visit infected individuals.

They were nothing more than ordinary people who didn't even dare to tell others that "one of their own families had been infected."

Thomas pulled his hand out of his clothes.

They didn't pull out anything, just a hard fist.

"—One punch per person, is that enough?"

These were the last words the staff heard. The next moment, they collapsed to the ground like puppets with broken strings.

Some had a dent in their belly armor, while others had their chins crooked.

The noise of that moment was insignificant compared to the clamor within the arena.

"This is really troublesome."

Bardak stepped over the bodies of those people and complained to Tomat.

"We need to get closer to figure out how weak these guys' auras are, and then we can control the force just enough to knock them out. There's no need to kill them."

It's still unclear whether the two are inside; killing them indiscriminately would only create unnecessary trouble.

After all, it would be quite troublesome to uproot the whole tree.

Thomas followed closely behind, nodding to Meteor behind him to signal her to catch up.

"I was already planning to buy tickets, but you went up and talked to them... You really thought there was a way to bribe them, but you were all... knocked out? Anyway, forcibly breaking in means there will be other troubles, hopefully we won't run into any more problems."

Meteor glanced at the staff lying haphazardly on the ground.

The sniper operator's eyesight failed to detect Tomat's movement at that moment.

He is capable and reliable, but his way of doing things can be troublesome—and even such a person is stopping Bardock from taking action.

This only shows that the latter is more likely to cause a lot of headaches when it comes to taking action.

"The people who should be worried about trouble are them; they should pray that they haven't done the bad things we've imagined."

Tomat reminded the meteor behind him, but Bardock immediately replied coldly:

"You're wrong. They'll be in big trouble as soon as there's even the slightest sign."

At the end of the passage was a reinforced iron gate.

Despite the overall dilapidated appearance of the arena, the door had an unexpectedly high-tech feel.

They seem to be particularly serious about protection and encryption.

"I'll do it..."

Bardock was about to raise his fist when Tomat stopped him again.

"There are many faint breaths behind the door... They don't seem to be audience members or other security personnel... They're probably infected people."

The option of forced destruction was rejected by Tomat's speculation.

Meteor, who was about to turn back to search the staff for keys, was stopped by Tomat.

"I'll do it."

Tomat stretched out his hand, gathered his breath in his palm, and pressed it against the surface of the door.

Soon the energy gathered covered his palm, and then high temperature was generated—the gate began to melt around Tomat's palm, eventually creating a hole that was easy to pass through.

"You still have so many strange tricks up your sleeve."

"...It's better to use cupping on you than to apply it to your body, what good is it?"

In response to Bardock's criticism, Tomat simply waved his hand and gave a nonchalant reply.

The shooting star behind him had no intention of asking any further questions.

The room was dimly lit, but you could hear rustling sounds and hoarse breathing.

Thomas went in first, conjuring a ball of light for illumination in his hand, which then floated up.