Following the queue, Matthew and his companions passed through a passage that was ten meters wide and twenty meters high.
At this moment, they were stunned by the scene that spread out before them.
Hundreds of competition platforms had been set up inside the spacious stadium, and some people were already having friendly matches on the competition platforms.
A large group of people were standing below the platforms to watch these matches, either out of pure curiosity or to observe the strength of their competition.
On the other side, long lines stretched out from hundreds of registration points.
The scene was very lively indeed.
"Come on, Easton. Why don't we have a little warm-up exercise on the competition platform?"
Thanks to the surrounding atmosphere, Roland immediately became excited.
He immediately wanted to drag Easton toward the platform for some training.
However, Easton knew that he was no match for him. So, he hurriedly shook his head in refusal.
"No, no. I'll only be abused if I step onto the platform. I'm not going."
Roland was forced to give up on Easton at his resolute attitude. Then, he turned his attention to the others.
Salazar was too powerful; he could not win, so he immediately abandoned the idea.
Matthew… He did not dare to challenge, so he also abandoned the idea.
In the end, Shawn was the only suitable candidate.
Whenever they practiced with each other, their strengths were generally well-matched. Therefore, now was a good time for them to enjoy a good experience on the competition platform.
Before Roland could speak, Shawn took the initiative to refuse.
"Don't. I'm not that stupid. If I compete with you now, won't my skills be completely exposed? Get lost."
He was different from Roland and Easton after all. Those two were here only to join in the fun.
On the other hand, he was here for the opportunity to obtain a decent ranking. Otherwise, his mother would surely punish him severely when he returned to the South.
Roland smacked his lips in frustration and could only sulk as he followed Matthew to the registration point.
The registration method was very simple. They only needed to swing their fist at the dynamometer. If their strength complied with the standards, then they could register their identity and obtain an entry number.
Matthew and his companions queued and waited for nearly half an hour before they finally reached their turns.
As the weakest among the four, Easton was naturally pushed to the front so that he could demonstrate for the rest of them.
"It is not the time to expose your strength."
Those two were here to play, so they could mess around as they pleased. But Shawn was different. He was aiming for the top rankings.
Therefore, he immediately restrained his emotions before walking forward and casually throwing a punch upon hearing Matthew's reminder.
The result was a mere '682 pounds'.
Naturally, Roland's mocking laughter followed soon after.
Shawn simply smiled dismissively and thought to himself, Just wait until we return to Renew Pharmaceuticals. You're dead the moment I get serious!
When the other three finished the test and successfully registered their names, Matthew finally stepped forward.
He exhaled deeply, desperately suppressing his strength. Once he felt that he had reached his limit, he finally punched out.
The result was frighteningly low—he only achieved '586 pounds', which was a number at the bottom.
When Easton and Roland saw the result, they were extremely disappointed.
They had planned to see the precise power Matthew could exert in a single punch, but he was evidently hiding his strength.
Matthew was about to fill in his information for the registration when several strangers walked over.
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