There was once a deity who said: "Humans are meaningless except for the power of faith they provide."

  He didn't realize that the collapse of many facets centered on Aocheng Continent had given Aocheng Continent, as the core of this multiverse, more free energy.

  This is the reason why many adventurers burst forth to become high-ranking adventurers after the turbulent years began. It was a terrible era, and it was also an era where heroes emerged.

  However, the vast majority of people are not aware of this.

  Or perhaps they just didn't realize what heights they could reach.

  In the Dueling Gorge of the Mocha Empire, there is the largest arena in the empire. In the martially-inclined Mocha Empire, apart from joining the military and earning merits, gaining the favor of a big shot in the arena was one of the best ways for a commoner to rise to prominence.

  The Seven Great Empire Martial Arts Tournament isn't that kind of open competition. To show off one's strength on such a grand stage, only the strongest commoners can obtain the limited wild card qualifications through the gladiatorial arena's martial arts competitions.

  There are also some people who dare not be interested in martial arts gatherings because they are overage or have poor physical appearance and other reasons, they will never be chosen by the noble masters.

  That kind of striving for excellence also gradually disappears with age, or is it the pursuit of excitement, or simply making a living by selling one's life.

  On this day, several gladiators were suddenly informed that a noble was interested in them.

  Alfa Yang was one of them, he was twenty-five years old, just the age when a warrior reaches his peak, with ample experience and robust physical strength. He was at the pinnacle of the White Silver rank, and if he had that one opportunity, he could enter the Golden rank.

  This gave him the opportunity to get a good job in the hands of the noble lord.

  The knight's collar was not his wish. The noble gentlemen did not say it out loud, but in fact, most of them were lifelong members of the Association of Appearance. This kind of old uncle face, plus the long knife scar from the left forehead to the left mouth corner, made him give up that path.

  Moreover, he lacked a good set of equipment, and his thin iron armor, which was as fragile as paper, often forced him to make evasive maneuvers like a vagabond, greatly limiting his performance. Even newly formed adventurer teams were unwilling to accept him, because new teams usually brought their own equipment, and no one wanted a brittle warrior who couldn't withstand monsters.

  One day, when Alfa was least expecting it, his luck changed.

  In the parlor where aristocrats select their servants, Alfa saw the gladiatorial arena owner who normally looked down his nose at everyone fawning over three extremely beautiful little girls.

  "Ah! It's actually Feng Wu Zhan Ji! And there are three of them!"

  Upon seeing that dazzling golden peacock tail skirt, a familiar gladiator beside him let out a low cry of surprise.

  "Ryner, what is the Phoenix Dance War Princess?" Alfa asked in a low voice.

  "The special vocation of the Church of Love and Goodness, capable of fighting, working and being pleasing to the eye, across the entire continent, there are at most thirty who can successfully graduate in a year." The burly barbarian gladiator replied.

  "Is there anything special?"

  "Special? The word 'special' is not enough to describe them! Even the gods are fighting over them. Not even an emperor of a empire can assemble a small team like this. To be able to send Feng Wu as a servant to invite us, he must be a super big shot. We're in luck!" Luntuo's eyes were filled with indescribable excitement.

  It should be like this, Alpha saw the reactions of friends and the owner of the arena, and immediately defined the background of these three Phoenix Dancers as super-noble in cognition.

  The owner of the arena flattered Karin, saying: "Actually, Miss Karin, our arena has many other good gladiators. No need to focus on this group...of ordinary guys."

  "Never mind!" Karin waved her hand grandly from her seat of honor: "I'll take these few."

  Behind Karin, two contemporaries who were on good terms with her curiously looked at everything in front of them. They came purely to help Karin save face. Firstly, Karin was their big sister head, and secondly, Karin directly used Raven's money to buy them several sets of expensive clothes. Their family circumstances were not particularly good, and cultivating the Phoenix Dance Warrior was especially costly.

  Originally, Houou no Miko was not allowed to do anything for anyone before graduation, but with Karin, the chosen one of Shunie, leading the way, they also came along boldly.

  "Cough—" Karin cleared her throat: "My family's Lord Cloudfield, the divine Earl, has taken a liking to you. If you join the Cloudfield family, everything you want will be yours!"

  At this time, a triangular-eyed golden-haired wanderer who was standing closest to Karin suddenly sneered: "Cloudfield? Sorry, I've traveled the entire continent and never heard of that surname. Are you trying to deceive me? Or is this some newly risen small family? Will I get what I want? If I want you... Heh heh! Although you're just a little girl who hasn't grown up yet, you're quite substantial!"

  As he spoke, the guy actually reached out and touched Karin's chest.

  For a moment, everyone's heart was gripped by a tense giant hand.

  "My body is not something that your filthy paws can touch." A fierce aura suddenly emerged from Karin's back.

  Everyone instinctively felt something was wrong.

  That vagrant immediately used 【Shadow Jump】to try and escape.

  His movements were quick, but Karin's movements were even quicker. In the blink of an eye, a long and smooth beautiful leg had already kicked the wanderer in the back, and with one kick, he was sent flying from the temporary opening of the shadowy portal. Immediately following that, a magnificent downward kick struck the wanderer's shoulder with her heel.

  In the next instant, everyone saw that the wandering man's outstretched hand had already flown out. Carlin's long legs stepped on the wanderer's head, and his wrists and ankles were completely nailed by flying knives that appeared at some unknown time.

  The whole audience was in an uproar!

  "My hand!" The vagrant wailed.

  "Shut up!" Karin shifted her leg slightly and exerted some force, instantly shattering someone's jaw.

  Everyone gasped in unison.

  "Miss Karin, this isn't according to the rules." The owner of the arena had barely spoken when a bag of gold coins was thrown over his mouth.

  Karin brought out Raven's family crest, while a contemporary behind her placed a bag of gold coins on the table, opening the tie and revealing the divine gold coins inside.

  "Wow——" This big move made the gladiators' eyes all blurry.

  "Master Raven * Cloudfield of my household can give you hope, but also despair! Those who agree to join our family will receive 10,000 Continental Gold Coins each and a ten-year contract. Sign the Soul Contract and payment will be made."

  A large sum of cash, a god-given earl title recognized by the gods, plus the golden signboard of Feng Wu Zhan Ji, a group of future legendary masters were swindled onto the pirate ship for 10,000 gold coins.

  They have no idea that their nominal master Raven is now just a figurehead, with hardly anyone under him... Alright, blonde loli trash god of calculation.

  "What... about him?" The arena owner pointed at the half-dead Golden Rank wanderer under Karin's feet.

  "Anyway, my family's master has plenty of money and ways to collect it." And so, the guy was sold off in a muddle.

  That night, he was also miserably pierced by Raven with the "Conqueror's Sword" more than a dozen times, and every time he was about to die, he would be poured with life-saving holy water.

  The next day, Alfa and the others saw this scarred man fawn over the young half-elf boy in front of him like a dog.

  Although it seems like something is off, the benefits obtained are indeed real. For example, Alfa gained a set of golden-grade heavy steel armor and a +2 golden-grade two-handed greatsword. Just this equipment alone would cost at least several tens of thousands of gold coins in market value.

  "You few will participate in the Seven Empire Martial Arts Tournament as representatives of the Kingdom of Gorrein." Raven instructed.

  On September 8th of the year 1314 in the Orochi calendar, Raven and his entourage finally arrived at the imperial capital of the Mosa Empire, Mosha City.

  The formal official welcoming ceremony was scheduled for the evening, and Raven's party had to report to the martial arena first.

  The Mosha Empire's martial arena, in fact, is the usual gladiatorial arena. This gladiatorial arena located outside the imperial capital was specially started on the same day as the founding of the city by Mosha I to maintain the empire's military spirit.

  After several centuries of expansion and improvement, it has become a imperial capital's garrison. Behind the 15-meter-high terrifying high wall, there are nine arenas, one large and eight small. Even the smallest arena is larger than the football field Raven crossed before.

  Central Colosseum, this magnificent building with an outer wall of over 50 meters high is a gigantic arena that can accommodate 100,000 spectators. Inside, it has a terrifying defensive magic array that can withstand the full force of any strong opponent below the Sacred Realm, as well as a solidified maze lock that can amplify images and sounds.

  In the gigantic dueling arena, the bottom is an extremely hard diamond floor, and on top of it is a three-meter thick layer of black soil. In fact, this was originally yellow soil, but after centuries of prolonged slaughter, the fresh blood had dyed the land black.

  Not to mention standing on it, even approaching the field can smell that thick and substantial bloody smell.

  Some timid people may even faint directly.

  Without anyone following him, Raven stood quietly in the contestant passageway, gazing at this magnificent building, feeling a surge of emotions.

  "A strange and impulsive voice suddenly entered Raven's ears: 'If you don't have the awareness of sacrifice, then quickly roll back under your mother's skirt and hide well. A half-breed like you will only spill your own blood on the black soil.'"

  Leiwen turned his head and stared at the tall and majestic spirit wanderer in front of him, as if he wanted to carve a flower on his face.

  It wasn't difficult for him to recognize the currently unknown, but future guardian deity of the sailing years, Corillon* Larassin's former god, Valis* Storm.

  Headache! This guy is an extreme pure-blood supremacist!(.)