Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

Even in Terra, where racial differences are vast, it's not a common occurrence for flesh and blood to block swords.

Last time it was Winter, this time it's Gohan. It's quite incredible for her to see two people who can do this in a row.

"That operator? Which one are you referring to?"

The anaconda countered with a question.

"Who else could it be?"

Maria responded with an attitude of taking it for granted.

"So many people can do that, how am I supposed to know which one you're talking about..."

The anaconda's subsequent reply made the atmosphere extremely awkward.

"Huh?"

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Sixty: What's Wrong with My Title?

[Let me hear your shouts! Named after the unyielding white cedar trees standing tall on the Sami Snowfield, the White Cedar Knights welcome their newest members!]

This noble knightly order, with its long history of competitive sports, never allows those lacking in skill to tarnish its reputation!

[Please welcome the eldest son of the Narda family from the cold northern winds, the rookie knight who has racked up a lot of points in his first three games as a knight!!]

【'Young Master' Felix Narda!!!】

As Mob's introduction ended, the Originium Ice Crystals and spell units at the player entrance began to operate, generating and spreading large amounts of snowflakes and cold air.

"Young master! Young master! Young master!!"

The spectators in the stands shouted and cheered for the tall man who walked gracefully out of the snow.

His body was encased in highly advanced armor, and his weapon was a single-handed noble sword adorned with numerous decorative patterns.

He stood proudly upright facing the audience in the arena, blowing kisses to them one by one through his helmet.

These are the members of the "formidable White Shirt Knights" that Martin mentioned before.

It's hard to tell how strong they are, but knights who are willing to spend money on special effects when they appear are usually not poor.

"Why would they use that kind of toy to create an atmosphere? It looks silly."

Froststar frowned. She knew that the cold of Sami was no less severe than the ice plains of Ursus, but to use this level of snowstorm as a gimmick seemed rather ridiculous to her.

"In one-on-one duels, the audience values ​​the contestants' 'performance' more than their skills. A good entrance can attract a lot of attention."

Zofia, who was very familiar with knightly competitions, explained, her tone full of disdain as she spoke.

"Sometimes, even if someone is defeated, the loser who performs more impressively may receive more offers from companies and better treatment after the competition. In such cases, who really wins and who loses?"

As Zofia said those words, the veteran knight Wald, who had come to watch the game with her, also snorted disdainfully.

"Hmph! Knights should earn their glory and dignity through their own strength, but now they have to act like jesters, entertaining merchants and knights who have become big capitalists, trying to squeeze some scraps out of them."

He seemed to have become accustomed to this situation.

This is also why he didn't come to watch Maria compete before.

Although the other party was the granddaughter of his former comrade, and he should take good care of her, his disgust with the current state of the Knights' Games meant that he could only watch the live broadcast on TV at most, and he was absolutely unwilling to go to the stadium in person and immerse himself in the corrupt atmosphere of the game.

"But your friend probably wouldn't let something so pointless happen, would they?"

The old knight looked at Tomat—Tomat's previous words and actions on the field had convinced the old knight that the other party was the kind of person with a pure fighting spirit and who would not be manipulated by the commercial league because of his own principles.

The old knight greatly admired his refusal to follow the trend and his ability to become a headache for those merchants who trampled on the spirit of chivalry.

After all, he had the means to do so, unlike how he viewed Maria, worrying that she might not be able to protect herself while not following the crowd.

So what about his partner? Is he also a young person with the ability and ambition to break down this hypocritical competition?

"Something boring?"

Thomas seemed to remember something, and then said in a vague and ambiguous way:

"Ah... well, that depends on how you define 'bored'."

Alright! Let's welcome the next contestant, the nameless independent knight who calls himself the 'Saiyan Knight'!

"Oh, it's Gohan's turn. Bardock, why don't you take a look too?"

The next installment of Mob the Big Mouth's introduction is about to begin.

The gate at the other end opened, and Gohan, dressed in a Saiyan costume, leaped out, curling up in the air and spinning rapidly, his fiery red cape billowing into a ball that looked like a burning flame.

Immediately afterwards, Gohan landed lightly on his feet, assumed a horse stance, and raised his right hand, pointing one finger to the sky.

"Perfect!"

Gohan thought to himself.

Although having only one arm limits his ability to perform many movements, he still looks pretty good!

I might as well get a prosthetic leg, even if it's just for style. I never thought of that before!

At this moment, Gohan remained in this position under everyone's watchful eyes, eagerly awaiting the commentator's next introduction.

And that was it.

People's impression of this commentator is that he is "eloquent" and "sharp-tongued," but the brevity of this introduction made the audience wonder if Mob's microphone was broken, causing the entire venue to fall silent temporarily.

The knight standing opposite seemed to be visibly confused, his body leaning back slightly as he stared intently at the rookie knight who had been arranged to earn him points for the Major...

Wait, is this really a knight?

Where are his armor and weapons?

Is he missing a hand?

And does he also have some serious mental problem?

Although the purpose was to earn points, the opponent was a newcomer who wouldn't get injured, but it still seemed too weak.

Defeating such an opponent would likely become negative news for you.

Gohan, having waited for the next line to be uttered for so long, stopped his pose and looked around, waiting for the voice to return.

"call out--"

But only a gust of wind swept up clumps of dry grass and carried them across the center of the field.

Alright! The match begins! Both sides, fight to your hearts' content! Don't forget to provide drone support for your chosen knight! Deciding their victory or defeat is the right of all of us!

"Hey!? That's it? No other introduction?!"

Gohan's voice could not be heard by Mob, who was far away at the commentary booth.

His expression of wanting to protest because of this differential treatment made the knight opposite him suddenly burst out laughing:

"How ridiculous! With this kind of attire and title, and this pretentious anonymous participation, how could the noble knightly arena tolerate a nobody like you?"

The knight's words made Gohan turn around and look at this guy who, even with armor and a helmet covering him, still exuded arrogance.

"And that ridiculous pose... never mind, defeating you would tarnish my reputation."

You can earn points back if you lose them.

But if someone who considers himself a nobleman is tainted by the fact that he bullies the disabled, it will ruin his knightly future.

Not everyone is shameless enough to use cruelty and scandals as a gimmick like Olmer.

He wasn't thinking about Gohan's sake, but rather weighing the benefits this match would bring him.

"Surrender, civilian. You don't want to lose another arm, do you?"

The knight reached out and pointed at Gohan.

"You can go back and be proud now, because your ridiculous performance really made me feel a little uncomfortable trying to hold back my laughter. I need to take a good rest when I get back."

But his fingers suddenly froze, followed by his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

A chill ran through him, and he felt even more intensely than when he was in the Sami ice storm—in fact, he had never been in such a harsh environment, but had only gleaned some partial overviews from other people's descriptions.

"Ah...wh...what's going on?"

The knight's teeth began to chatter, something that shouldn't happen inside the strictly temperature-controlled armor.

"That's strange...why does the air conditioner suddenly feel colder?"

Zofia, Maria, and the others in the stands subconsciously rubbed their palms together, but when they realized that even the old Ursus craftsman Koval felt cold, they knew something was wrong.

He's a pure Ursus man, his fur and fat must be at least 20 centimeters thick. How could someone like that suddenly feel cold?

"Hey."

In the arena, Gohan suddenly made a sound.

"What you just did."

He asked the knight in front of him, word by word, a question that had been mocking him just seconds before but was now unable to move.

"They're mocking my name..."

Gohan slowly raised his foot, and Tomat, Bardock, and the others in the stands frowned.

"And clothes and poses?"

Then, as if venting his anger at being mocked, he stomped hard on the solid ground.

[Main Text] Terra's World's Number One Martial Arts Tournament. Debate Chapter: Chapter Sixty-One: Let's Smile!

Ciarne frequently travels between different arenas and often faces the crisis of being replaced, but he never truly considers himself the same kind of person as those corporate employees.

So occasionally he would do something "refined" to remind himself of his identity and privileges as a spokesperson.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the arena, in the VIP lounge where you can enter at any time with your own access, you can work while enjoying top-quality natural coffee from the Sargon region.

—It is said that such a small bag of coffee beans in Letania could buy dozens of slaves in Sargon, but the local hand-pickers are only paid enough for bread to fill their stomachs.

Moreover, the taste wasn't particularly fragrant, but scarcity drives up the price. Nobles and wealthy merchants competed to buy it for the sake of prestige, which inevitably led to the soaring price of this non-essential commodity.

If Kazimierz were to hire a few more knights to endorse it and package it as a high-end luxury item that "if you don't buy it, you're a country bumpkin," it could bring in even greater profits.

When he can freely enjoy these sold-out goods based on his status, such privilege always gives him a sense of security.