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Some people were stuck in the ground, while others were stuck in the dome of the arena.

Everyone was rendered immobile in a comical manner.

The vibration that spread from that location in an instant seemed to make the entire audience feel a tingling sensation on their skin.

"Beep beep beep beep beep...!!!"

The large screen displaying the contestants' photos and names was almost entirely filled with red.

A bunch of people's avatars were crossed out with a glaring "x" almost at the same time.

This means being disqualified from continuing the competition.

The broadcast system that used to announce the names of eliminated contestants at such times is now so indistinct that the announcements are overlapping and impossible to understand.

The vegetable knight raised his head, sensing the aura while confirming the remaining contestants on the screen—the remaining ones seemed to be ordinary contestants who weren't coming for him, perhaps still engaged in their own battles.

There's no need to eliminate them all at once; at least confirm their intention to fight after they come looking for us.

Of course, if they choose to surrender from afar, then there's nothing that can be done.

No matter how much they pleaded, those people couldn't be as aggressive as the previous group, who jumped right in their faces. Only after realizing they were not to be trifled with did they surrender.

The arena fell silent for the second time.

The commentator was dumbfounded, while the audience was completely bewildered as to what had just happened.

In the quiet moment, Tomat walked toward a nearby knight whose legs had gone limp and who dared not move.

He was the "lucky one" who surrendered before Tomat even realized what he was doing.

"Consider yourself lucky. Get lost. But if we run into you in the next match, don't expect to have the same good luck as today."

He then looked at the camera drone that was approaching to capture a close-up of the knight's face.

"If you don't want to fight me, then don't challenge me in the first place."

Thomas pointed a finger at the camera and arrogantly declared:

"If you do that, and don't show enough fighting spirit, I will destroy everything you have."

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Fifty-One: The Great Figure

The remainder of the match ended very quickly because of a situation that left Tomat feeling quite disappointed.

—The remaining contestants all withdrew.

Thus, the match created three explosive moments.

First and foremost is Tomat's performance in the match; in terms of sheer brilliance and impact, it far surpasses even the performance at the Howling Arena.

However, this controversial figure disappeared after the competition, and it's a mystery how he managed to evade his crazy fans—in just three days, people spontaneously formed a support club, and the number of members has already exceeded ten thousand.

But clearly even the guy who called himself the club's president couldn't get a word in with the rookie knight.

The second is the poor knight who sat down and cried after being "threatened." It seems that even the novice knight only realized from the other party's voice and the way she sat with her legs spread that this lucky person was actually a woman.

Scare someone to tears on the field, especially if the other person is a woman, and that's something some gossipy media outlets would love to write about.

As for the third... it's the only conversation recorded by the media outlet that was lucky enough to interview Tomat after he left the field:

"Rookie Knight! You achieved an amazing result this time, no less than in your first battle. What's your secret to victory?"

"Is there a secret hidden in your armor? Or have your combat skills been honed to an unimaginable level?"

"I think everyone is curious about this secret, please tell us, Sir Rookie Knight!"

The questions were so silly that the other interviewees who couldn't get to the front felt they were wasting a great opportunity.

That's not what the audience is interested in; they're more concerned with the background, true identity, or other gossip worth revealing about the Rookie Knight.

She's just strong, that's all. Did anyone care why the Black Knight, who won three consecutive championships, was so strong?

The only person who would talk at length about things that make people sleepy, like strength and beliefs, during a once-in-a-lifetime interview opportunity is probably that exiled Radiant Knight.

Besides, once you ask, are you willing to reveal the truth?

But the novice knight, contrary to his usual behavior, moved closer to the microphone, cleared his throat, and said earnestly:

"My armor is nothing special, you can judge for yourselves by my strength."

He covered his mouth with his hand, looking mysterious in front of everyone, and continued:

"As for why they are so strong, it's probably because they drink more milk to replenish their energy during the competition, while those people waste their time looting equipment."

A worthless question yielded a nonsensical answer.

It sounds like a humorous yet somewhat awkward product placement.

When some people were shocked and even laughed at this answer, they discovered that the novice knight who had been standing in front of them had suddenly disappeared.

Not many people took his answer before he disappeared too seriously.

But some people still secretly keep it in mind.

"Oh, boss? How can I help you?"

"...Having dinner? With a very important person? No...Why did they want to see me...Ah...Okay, I understand, I'll be right there..."

"A suit? Hmm... I should still have some. You want me to wear it? I understand."

Markowitz, a corporate employee who was busy searching for the contact information and meeting opportunity of Maria, the sister of the Cavaliers' rookie and the Shining Cavaliers, put down his work in confusion and fear after hanging up the phone.

Prepare to act according to the instructions of a powerful figure who would never normally speak a word to a subordinate like yourself.

That person was the CEO of Swoma Foods. Even if he wasn't the president, he had the right to assign work to employees at all levels and even dispose of them at will.

But that was someone he would never have any interaction with, because even if he made a mistake or had work to do, it would only be carried out by a team leader or someone at that level, and it would be impossible to contact them directly.

Moreover, Mark genuinely doesn't remember doing anything wrong.

Could it be that he became arrogant after winning a big prize from betting on the rookie knight and offended someone?

But I only used that money to pay off the debts I owed when my company went bankrupt!

I don't have enough money to squander; at most, I'm just in a better mood and not as gloomy in front of others!

Mark, who couldn't figure out the reason no matter how hard he tried, had no choice but to rummage through his belongings in his rented room and find the suit he wore when he started his business. Then, he steeled himself and went to the meeting place as ordered by the executive.

—Golden Glory Avenue. A high-end restaurant—

Mark, looking terrified, sat in a VIP room that seemed incongruous with his status and financial situation, wearing a wrinkled, cheap suit.

Opposite him sat a "big shot" whom he was meeting for the first time, yet he knew that the world he lived in was completely different from his own.

For Mark, the executive officer was already an unattainable figure, and the fact that she referred to her as a "big shot" made him dare not even think about what kind of identity she might have.

“Mr. Markowitz, is this our first meeting? — Please don’t be so nervous. The aperitif here is imported from Victoria. Please have a taste.”

Sitting across from him was the spokesperson, Ciarne.

His expression remained the same ambiguous smile he usually wore at work.

But these words and expressions did not alleviate Mark's unease.

He had just picked up the wine glass when he lost his balance and it slipped from his hand, crashing to the ground and turning into a pile of shards mixed with the aroma of red wine.

"Ah! No, I'm sorry, I... I'll find a way to make it up to you!"

"Waiter, please clean this up quickly."

However, the two people reacted very differently.

The former, seeing the expensive cup shatter, looked like he was about to cry and promised to compensate, while the latter casually called a waiter to clean it up.

Incidentally, as if nothing had happened, he brought over a new cup.

"It's just a cup; it can be replaced anytime."

Charné smiled and looked at Mark, who didn't dare touch the cup at all this time, and continued:

"Don't worry, I invited you here without permission, so I will cover the expenses. However, I can also use my position as the spokesperson to spend whatever I want here."

The spokesperson—Mark certainly knew the weight of that word. Even though he was at the lowest level, Mark, who had once been a corporate manager, understood why this person deserved to be called a "big shot" by the executives.

"I...I don't understand, why would someone as important as you come looking for me..."

Mark was afraid of saying the wrong word, so he carefully considered his words before slowly revealing his biggest confusion.

"Oh, 'big shot,' hahaha, when you were recruiting those independent knights, did they say something similar?"

"The renowned Swoma Foods Company actually took a liking to a newcomer like me?"

“Just as you recognize the value of knights and recruit them, I have come to you because I see your value. Now, I am the one who ‘makes a request,’ so Mr. Mark, please don’t be too polite, after all, everything requires your approval.”

Charnet swirled the red wine in his glass, his sincere tone making Mark so nervous he felt a stomach cramp.

"...Me? What do you want from me? Is it valuable to the business alliance? Someone like me?"

Cowardice, denial, self-deprecation.

Even after paying off his debts, Mark felt as if a new mountain was pressing down on his shoulders.

What's even more terrifying is that he didn't know how heavy the mountain was.

"Oh, no need to hide it like that. I know you have some connection with the recent super rookie, 'Rookie Knight,' right?"

If Mark hadn't been trying his best to hold back, he would have already started gagging from the pressure of Charnet's next words.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament: Debate Chapter 52 Your Life, My Choice

"I think everyone at your Swoma company should know that you placed a bet on the rookie knight in the preliminary round a few days ago, and the result was a huge upset, winning you more money than you could earn in several years."

"Then you immediately pay off all your debts and prepare to use your remaining savings to rent a house in a better neighborhood, right?"

Charné actually exaggerated.

Even though Mark was very happy about winning a lot of money, he didn't make a big fuss about it. He only told a small number of his colleagues, and it was far from being known by the "whole company".

Not to mention that he has paid off his debts and is preparing to rent a new house.

But Mark didn't dare ask why the other person knew these trivial details, nor did he dare to inquire further.

He just wanted to know why Charné was saying all this.