At dawn, Yin Shiqi went straight to the arena.

The Battle for the Holy Scapular will be held there.

As we get closer to the arena, there are more and more pedestrians on the road.

Most of them are trainee fighters who plan to go to the arena to watch the excitement.

They did not ignite the small universe, and were not even qualified to wear the holy clothes. They could only go to the arena to watch the battles between reserve fighters to feast their eyes.

The real contenders for the Holy Clothes are reserve fighters like Yin Shiqi who ignited the small universe.

Each of their punches and kicks can reach or even exceed the speed of sound, and can easily smash boulders and tear the earth apart.

The trainee fighters who have not ignited their small universe are like young children in front of them, with no possibility of competing.

Although there are not many reserve fighters, the total number still exceeds the number of holy clothes. Not everyone can obtain a holy clothes.

For the sake of fairness, the Holy Domain has formulated a distribution plan for the Holy Cloths - a battle for victory.

Through fighting, the strongest person in the end can obtain the Holy Cloth. In this way, the loser will not have too many complaints.

However, the battle for the Holy Cloth only applies to the Holy Domain.

There are also some holy robes left outside due to various special reasons, and the Holy Domain has lost its ability to govern them.

For example, the Holy Cloth of Draco in Mount Lu.

Tong Hu, the Golden Saint who guards the Wulao Peak in Mount Lu, has direct control over the Holy Cloth of Draco, and the Pope has no control over it.

Tong Hu will give it to anyone he likes. If he is not happy, no one will get it.

After walking for nearly five minutes, Yin Shiqi arrived at the arena.

It was a circular arena surrounded by layers of auditoriums in the center, very similar to the Colosseum in ancient Rome.

However, in a sacred place like the Sanctuary, such cruel performances as fighting beasts are impossible to occur, and can only be regarded as a venue for competition between fighters.

There were a lot of people watching, and seven to eight out of ten seats in the auditorium were occupied.

Although many trainee fighters have very tight training time, they are still willing to squeeze out a day to appreciate the style of reserve fighters.

After all, a reserve warrior only needs one holy garment to become a real saint.

To a certain extent, the battle between reserve fighters is no different from the battle between real saints.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the Pope in the white robe and golden helmet finally arrived at the arena.

He pointed to a holy robe box next to him and shouted loudly: "Fighters of Athena! It's time to fight for the holy robe again!"

"Come on, if you want to get this 'Hydragon Seat' Holy Cloth, let's fight!"

As soon as he finished speaking, waves of small cosmic auras began to burn in the audience, sending out probing signals towards the holy robe box.

Many reserve fighters are confirming whether the Holy Cloth of Hydra is compatible with their own small universe.

"That guy really got it right. The Holy Cloth of the Nine-Headed Dragon Seat really has no chance with me!" In the audience, Yin Shiqi, who was also burning with the temptation of the small universe, shook his head.

Facing his small universe temptation, the Holy Cloth of Hydra was like a dead stone, showing no response at all.

You must know that the holy clothes made by alchemists from the Mu continent are no longer just simple armors.

They can not only protect the fighter's body, but also resonate with the fighter's microcosm, allowing it to exert greater power.

More importantly, they also have a certain sense of life and can choose their users independently.

Therefore, they will instinctively reject those small universes that are not suitable for them.

Even if you put it on by force, you will not get any help from the holy clothes. It is just a heavy armor.

Now, without getting a response from the Holy Cloth of the Nine-Headed Dragon Seat, the answer is already very obvious.

The Nine-Headed Dragon Sacred Cloth rejected Yin Shiqi's small universe.

But he was not the only reserve fighter present, there were hundreds of them.

Among so many people, there are always some people whose small cosmic power is compatible with the Holy Cloth of the Hydra.

Immediately, a dozen figures in the audience rushed out and landed steadily in the arena.

Eight men and five women, a total of thirteen people, all of them are reserve fighters who have been spotted by the Holy Cloth of the Nine-Headed Dragon Seat.

One of them was a very tall man, more than two meters tall. Looking at the entire sanctuary, there was probably no one else who could compare with him.

At this moment, a rough shout came from the stands, suppressing the noisy voices of the rest of the audience.

"Brother, you have to work hard! Don't let those outsiders get the holy clothes!"

Yin Shiqi looked for the sound and soon found the source of the sound in the audience.

It was also an extremely tall man, and there was a petite female Saint sitting next to him.

"Sharna Ophiuchus?"

Fortunately, he listened to her lectures, and Yin Shiqi recognized the identity of the female saint at a glance.

"So, the guy next to her is Cassios?" Yin Shiqi immediately recognized the man's identity.

Because the saints in the sanctuary rarely stay with the trainee warriors.

If so, it's probably a master-disciple relationship.

Cassios is one of the few lucky ones in the training camp. He was accepted as a disciple by Silver Saint Sharna and personally guided his training. He is happier than most trainee fighters.

"Don't worry, my dear brother, the Holy Cloth of the Nine-Headed Dragon Seat will only belong to me, and no one of them can take it away!"

In the arena, the burly reserve fighter smiled arrogantly, causing the other people to look displeased.

Noticing that the other person's eyes were on Cassios, Yin Shiqi immediately understood that the two were brothers. No wonder they were both so tall.

It turns out they are related by blood.

"So, the guy in the arena must be Douglas?" Because of Cassios' relationship, Yin Shiqi also recognized the other person's identity.

Douglas and Cassios are both local residents of Greece, and they are very xenophobic.

He could completely foresee the scene where Douglas would ruthlessly kill his opponent and shock the other competitors.

Seeing that there were no backup fighters to continue, the Pope loudly said to the participants: "In the name of Athena, I bear witness to the fairness and justice of this battle!"

"You will be divided into groups of two, and the winner will continue to the next round of fighting. The final winner will get this Holy Cloth of the Nine-Headed Dragon!"

"Do you have any objections?"

As he spoke, he cast inquiring glances at all the combatants.

"Um... Your Majesty the Pope, there are thirteen of us. Two people don't seem to be enough!" Douglas asked, raising his hands in a polite manner.

Although he is arrogant, he is not a fool.

If you offend the Pope, you may not be able to stay in the sanctuary.

"If there is one more, you will get a bye and directly participate in the next round of battle!" The Pope said unhurriedly.

"But Your Majesty the Pope, wouldn't this be unfair?" Below, a reserve fighter participating in the battle asked tentatively.

"fair?"

The Pope's sneering voice came from under the mask.

"You just think that the one who has a bye will play one less game and save energy."

"I tell you, a truly strong person will not be bothered by such boring questions at all!"

"Even if he consumes more physical energy than his opponent, he can still win the final victory!"

"Only the weak would care about such boring questions!"

"Is such a person still qualified to wear this sacred battle suit?"

The Pope's words were resounding, and all the participants were speechless. Only bursts of excited cheers erupted from the audience.
Chapter completed!