Matthew's eyes glowed softly.
"I completely agree with you. That's exactly why I've started traveling in search of opportunities."
"Hahaha, you've come to the right place, young sir," he said, pointing to the nearby wall. "The 950,350th Martial Arts Tournament, held once a year for nearly a million years, will begin in a week. Registration is open, and you only need to pass a small test against the beasts of the Great Golden Ape Forest. If you are looking to strengthen your body, there is no better place to go." He suggested.
Matthew looked at the poster stuck to the wall. It was also open to foreign registrations.
'A tournament where power must be sealed inside the body solely for protection and where high-level weapons and drugs of any kind are not allowed,' he thought.
It was a martial arts tournament in its purest form. Swords and spears were allowed, but only those stipulated by the organization. It sought to promote good martial arts and physical strength.
