Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

Moore didn't even glance at his opponent who had already entered the arena.

He went straight back to the rest area.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

He was not the first contestant to win.

Several people had already won the game before him.

They were already waiting in the rest area.

The previous matches were played consecutively.

Of all the contestants, the winner will wait in the rest area to showcase their skills.

The losing player will be taken off the field.

"Moore, what incredible luck did you have?"

"They actually advanced!"

A troll wearing a silver steel ring around its neck saw Moore arrive.

His eyes were full of disdain.

He turned to Nikki and said.

“Young Master Nikki, the Massa family’s son is also a good-for-nothing.”

"They lost so quickly."

Nikki did not speak.

The way he looked at Moore was chillingly cold.

In the audience, the beastmen began to discuss among themselves.

"Shouldn't the young master of the Massa family be a level 5, fifth-tier cultivator? How come he can't even beat Moore, who's not even a level 5 cultivator?"

"Yeah, they couldn't even last one round!"

"Luckily, those betting odds didn't include Moore's game. Otherwise, we would have definitely lost badly."

“Moore definitely got there by luck. Look at Nikki, Naya, and that Sachi.”

"Their opponents all surrendered immediately!"

Moore paid no attention to these comments.

I sat alone on the outermost edge of the rest area.

Keep far away from others.

He just wanted some peace and quiet.

"Hey, you're Moore, the candidate?"

A crisp voice sounded.

Moore opened his eyes.

Walking towards him was the contestant who had entered the venue with him after hearing the bell.

"Hey, we arrived at the stadium at the same time, no matter what."

Why aren't you saying a word?

Naya rarely initiates conversations with strangers.

It's rare for me to be the first to speak today.

The other party completely ignored him.

This infuriated her.

His fighting spirit suddenly erupted.

A strong gust of wind blew Moore's hair into a frenzy.

"Oh, this is going to be interesting."

“He dares to ignore Naya when she tries to talk to him. This kid really is an idiot.”

Sachi said gleefully.

Nikki, who was standing nearby, also looked over with great interest.

He didn't care about Moore.

Instead, they wanted to see Naya's strength.

Just how strong is his biggest competitor now?

Their opponents all gave up immediately.

and so.

Naya, whom I haven't seen for three years.

How strong is he now?

Nikki had no information at all.

That idiot Moore dared to mess with Naya.

He was just unlucky.

in the audience.

Wanwan gripped the wine glass in her hand tightly.

"Boss, how did Moore offend Naya?"

"That's a fighter who can directly threaten Nikki."

"What if we offend her and she goes all out during the match?"

Yang Wu also glanced at the rest area, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"No need to wait for the match. That girl wants to make her move now."

"Why are orc women so violent?"

He just finished speaking.

The Taiwanese woman's malicious gaze swept over.

"Lord Yang, what do you mean by that? Does your lady also have a tigress in mind?"

"It's not just about mothers..."

Yang Wu subconsciously swallowed back the words that were about to come out.

"My wife is doing very well."

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Haha."

Taiwanese girl covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"Since your wife is so kind, you must introduce me to her next time."

"No."

Yang Wu shook his head and refused.

"If she sees you, there will be chaos."

Seeing Yang Wu's reaction, Wanwan laughed even more happily.

Chen Xian smiled knowingly.

Yang Wu is good in every way.

He's just too afraid of his wife.

This is completely out of character for a legendary master.

"Let's fight then. We'll meet in the competition eventually anyway."

"It's the same whether we fight sooner or later."

Chen Xian seemed uninterested in what was happening on the field.

His eyes kept lingering on the audience.

Upon hearing this, Wanwan fell silent.

She wasn't as calm inside as she appeared.

According to Chen Xian's instructions.

It was as if Moore was certain to make it to the finals.

Kona was already at the sixth rank three years ago.

They've been cultivating on the snow-capped mountains for so long.

The opponents all conceded defeat immediately.

Such strength.

Is Moore, who was only at level four a month ago, capable of dealing with this?

She stared at the rest area with a puzzled look on her face.

At this moment, Naya's momentum continued to rise.

Even Sachi and Nikki, who were watching the show in the rest area, were there.

Their faces all showed a solemn expression.

Naya is stronger than before.

But Moore seemed completely oblivious.

He remained silent with his eyes closed.

"Fine, you asked for it!"

Naya clenched her teeth.

As he spoke, he threw a punch at Moore's forehead.

"stop!"

"Any act of violence outside the competition venue will result in immediate disqualification!"

Elder Gray's voice suddenly rang out.

Naya's fist stopped a full centimeter above Moore's head.

The powerful force blew Moore's hair aside.

"You just wait. I'll deal with you on the field later!"

Naya threw down a harsh remark.

Only then did Moore slowly open his eyes.

He saw the apology in Elder Gray's eyes.

After a slight smile.

He then closed his eyes again to rest.

Elder Gray looked on in astonishment.

This kid is surprisingly calm and collected.

This is extremely rare among the younger generation of Orcs.

No wonder he's someone who can make deals with human merchant guilds.

only……

Elder Gray looked at his granddaughter Naya, who was not far away.

She was sitting there, looking quite angry.

He would glare at Moore every now and then.

"What's wrong with Naya?"

"I've never been this willful before."

"Could it be that his personality has changed after these past few years of training in the snowy mountains?"

"Regardless of the outcome of the competition, we must never let her return to the snow-capped mountains again."

"It's good to find someone to settle down with."

Gray muttered to himself.

He looked around at the contestants present.

Finally, the gaze returned to Moore.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"It wouldn't be bad if Naya could be with this kid."

"However, we'll have to wait and see his final results before making a decision."

Soon, all the matches were over.

Fifty advanced participants have been selected.

To be frank, this first round of selection was all about luck.

Most of the players were aware of each other's abilities.

People will only give it their all if they feel they have a chance to win.

If there's no chance of winning.

It's basically just a few simple rounds.

As long as it's acceptable on the surface.

They might even admit defeat outright.

Admitting defeat is also a way of showing goodwill to the opponent.

Most of those who voluntarily conceded defeat were those who had a chance to break into the top ten.

We'll lose sooner or later anyway.

It's better to admit defeat proactively, so as not to waste the opponent's fighting spirit.

It can also leave a good impression.

When the other party receives preferential treatment in the future.

Perhaps I can even get a promotion.

This has been a common occurrence in the Green family's games throughout history.

Throughout the entire battle, only one pair of fighters fought to the bitter end.

They are evenly matched.

There were also conflicts over the family business.

Therefore, they went all out in the match.

They wouldn't stop until one of them couldn't get up anymore.

The winning side also suffered significant injuries.

After all the matches have concluded.

Elder Gray stepped onto the drawing platform.

"Next, we will draw lots for the second round of the competition."

"There are a total of 25 groups of contestants in this round."

Those who draw the same number will be paired up for a match.

After that, all the contestants went up on stage to choose their numbers.

Naya opened her number.

It's the number 8.

She held the number and waved it at Moore.

"If you draw number 8."

"We're doomed!"

Moore hasn't reacted yet.

The troll who heard this sat down on the ground with a thud.

What he was holding was number 8.

Soon, all twenty-four groups of contestants were assigned.

On the drawing table, only Moore remained.

Everyone was puzzled.

How come one person is missing?

At this moment, Elder Gray stepped forward again.

"Contestant number 24 has withdrawn from the competition due to severe injuries."

"Therefore, the contestant who drew number 24 will advance directly to the next round."

Elder Gray picked up the number from Moore's hand and showed it to everyone.

It was number 24.

"This kid's luck is just too good!"

"They advanced again!"