Instantly Challenging the Three Moons

"Just need to take the three of you down, don't I?" Stark smiled as he moved forward, his steps calm and deliberate, as if the chaos erupting around him meant nothing.

The other participants were locked in place, wondering what the hell that kid doing.

But Stark ignored them, his gaze fixed solely on the trio of moons floating ominously in the crimson sky.

Each one of them pulsed with malevolent energy, their single pupils watching over the trial like gods observing the struggles of ants.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"Is he... trying to fight the moons?"

"Is he insane?"

Voices from the crowd of participants echoed around Stark, disbelief and confusion lacing their words.

They had all heard the announcement: the moons were level 600 entities, ranked "Immortal".

To even think of challenging them was madness. And yet, Stark kept walking.

"Maybe he wants to get himself killed," one participant scoffed, shaking his head.