It was precisely because of all this chaos that Esdeath had lost interest in the arena before her and had not paid any attention to it.
"Match start!"
"Swish!" A cold gleam flashed past, graceful as a startled swan, swift as a soaring dragon!
The opponent standing before Chen Luo was killed with a single strike... by an umbrella.
"W-winner, Luo." The referee was dumbfounded as he looked at the vicious-looking, heavily built butcher who had fallen after just one second.
Yet after winning, Chen Luo did not immediately leave the stage. Instead, he glanced at the two people seated in the arena—the peaks of military might not only in the Empire, but in this entire world: Esdeath and General Budoh.
"Hey, get off the stage. It's time for the next pair," the referee said, patting Chen Luo on the shoulder.
Although the rules stated that killing was to be avoided in the arena before the Emperor, and that one could not relentlessly pursue a defeated opponent—
Chen Luo had killed him instantly.
Since the man was already dead, there was nothing to be done.
"In a moment." Chen Luo nodded, but still did not leave.
Then... Chen Luo slowly opened the oil-paper umbrella he had just used as a sword.
A light drizzle suddenly began falling from the sky.
Rainy nights were good for killing.
Chen Luo had once considered a question. Since this umbrella's effect, once opened, was to use all kinds of circumstances to dispose of corpses and erase any traces that could expose his or his companions' identities—
Then... what if everyone in the country saw it? Or rather, what if those standing at the peak of this world saw it?
The man who had caused the Soul Lantern to react so violently was undoubtedly a