Chapter 41: Start from the bottom 1

The Sky Arena has 251 floors and a height of 991 meters. It is the fourth tallest building in the world. Standing at the lower end of the arena and looking at the top, there is an illusion that you can't see your head.
You know, the tallest building on earth in the present world is the Burj Khalifa, with a height of 828 meters, but the Sky Arena is still above it, and it is the fourth tallest building.
However, when Fang Lang really saw the Sky Arena, he immediately felt a subtle sense of sight. This tower is so similar to Burj Khalifa, as if it were from the same design team.
But these are not important. The Sky Arena is located in the Republic of Batokia, the highest fighting arena in the world, and it is also the holy place for all fighters and martial artists in the world.
The tower is full of fighting arenas, and the entire sky arena until the 200th floor is based on the tenth floor. Only those who win can advance to the upper level.
And the audience from all over the world exceeds one billion every year, and more than four thousand challengers line up at the registration desk every day.
When Fang Lang got off the airship, he didn't even need to buy a city map. He just looked up and he could see the sky arena.
Because he was so shy and couldn't even get a car, he had to walk there.
When he came to the sky arena, he could see the registered teams forming a long queue from a distance, and in desperation, Fang Lang had no choice but to start lining up.
You can imagine that every year more than 1 billion people come to the arena from all over the world, so 360 days a year, nearly 2.8 million people come every day.
This is still a newcomer, excluding the audience who came here and stayed before, just guess that the audience who enters and exits the Sky Arena every day will exceed 5 million.
5 million people, what is this concept? The total population of some cities is not as large as the audience here.
Feeling domineering casually, the perception is dense, belonging to human aura.
This is a very prosperous city.
With emotion, before not knowing it, it was Fang Lang's turn.
"Welcome to the Sky Arena." Sitting behind the registration window was a beautiful lady, smiling while the other wave handed out the registration form, "Sir, please fill in this form."
Fang Lang picked up the pen on one side and glanced at the form casually.
Name, gender, age, contact information, whether you have participated, etc., there are a lot of things to fill in.
Fang Lang frowned, and then saw a row of small prints below, all of which were optional except for required items.
There are only four required fields, name, gender, age, and contact information.
"Here." Fang Lang quickly filled out the application form and handed it to the other party.
"Thank you for your cooperation." The registration lady kept smiling, glanced at Fang Lang's form, entered the content into the computer, and then gave Fang Lang a contest number, "Mr. Fang Lang, your number is 2014. Please go to the venue next door and wait for the game."
"Thank you." Fang Lang replied from the top hat, picked up the number card, and turned to leave.
This is the first floor of the Sky Arena. There is only one place for the game, which is about the same size as a football stadium.
Fang Lang walked to the auditorium and sat down, watching the game below.
The competition venue is divided into sixteen arenas, and the game adopts a three-minute judging system. The judges will use the performance of the game within three minutes to decide which floor each participant should be assigned to. Of course, the better the performance, the higher the number of layers assigned.
In other words, if you lose in the competition here, there is no problem. Contestants will still be allocated floors, but it may be the 10th or 20th floor, this kind of low-end floor.
"I'm here to find a master to fight and practice my ability. To do this, I need to climb at least 200 floors. It seems that I have to perform well."
Just thinking about it, there was a game ending below, and a voice came to mind on the broadcast.
"Contestant No. 2014, Contestant No. 2015, please go to venue 16. Repeat, please..."
Hearing this, Fang Lang immediately got up and walked down slowly.
When he boarded the ring, Fang Lang saw his opponent, a fat man in his twenties, who was 1.8 meters tall, so he looked very burly.
"Please show your best strength within three minutes." The judge glanced at Fang Lang and waved his hands, and said, "Go!"
At the beginning of the game, the burly fat man rushed towards Fang Lang like a meat mountain chariot, seemingly ready to take advantage of his body to crush Fang Lang.
"Ah."
Seeing this, Fang Lang couldn't help but chuckle, and withdrew his left hand from his trouser pocket, bending his into a fingerstyle pose.
The fat man rushed in, ignoring this little finger.
"Insane, let me kill you!"
He mocked and said, the next moment, he didn't even understand what had happened, and the whole person flew upside down, flew out of the field directly, and flew to the 15th ring.
Rao has seen a lot of judges, and can't help being trimmed by this scene, and it took a long time to say loudly: "Winner, the red side!"
After speaking, he entered Fang Lang's number on his handheld computer, and then handed a ticket to Fang Lang, saying: "You are very strong, please go to the 50th floor."
"Thank you." Fang Lang took the ticket, thanked him, and turned away.
Generally speaking, for the first-level qualification challenge, those who can be assigned to the 150th floor and above are all players who have re-climbed after the 200th floor. In addition, the judges believe that this person is strong enough to climb the 200th floor. Will give 150-level qualifications at the beginning.
No matter what, this saved Fang Lang a little time.
Below 200 levels, let alone domineering, he doesn't even need to use his immature mind ability.
With just one finger, you can hit it without pressure.
After leaving the competition venue on the first floor, Fang Lang directly took the elevator, preparing to go to the 150th floor.
However, in the elevator, Fang Lang saw a little blond girl with a ponytail.
"Hello," Fang Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, "lovely girl."
"Thank you." The little girl seemed to respond shyly.
"Where have we met?" Fang Lang said in a deep voice.
"Big brother, this kind of approach is already very old-fashioned!" The blond little girl said with a smile.
Fang Lang couldn't help his mouth twitching. He really felt familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. ..
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