"Marquis Fuluo, the Slaughter Realm is quite a famous Middle Realm in the surrounding area. The Great Chieftain who rules it is exceptionally powerful, comparable to us marquises. What do you say? Shall we make a wager? Whoever kills him, the other pays a manor as compensation."
"Marquis Buda, did you come prepared? You know my methods specialize in killing beasts like this, yet you still dare make such a wager with me."
The two marquises standing in the Colosseum's spectator stands began placing bets on today's hunt with great interest, treating the possibility of the host being killed by their target as nothing more than pre-show entertainment.
"What is there to fear? The only question is whether Marquis Fuluo dares accept."
"Hmph. Watch me take this man's life directly. The manor you own on Blood Seven Street will be mine."
This Marquis Fuluo was powerfully built. As soon as the wager was settled, he produced two serrated longswords and charged first toward the "Great Chieftain" standing in the center of the Colosseum. The corpulent Marquis Buda followed behind him, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Seeing the two marquises make their move, numerous barons and viscounts in the stands also leaped into the inner arena one after another, exuding frenzied bloody auras as they rushed toward the prey.
When Marquis Fuluo was the first to arrive before the Great Chieftain, who had just absorbed the host, he had not even had time to swing his two serrated longswords before something abnormal happened to his body. Under the Great Chieftain's gaze, Fuluo felt that his body no longer belonged to him.
Fuluo was naturally not the only one affected. Marquis Buda behind him, along with the barons and viscounts who had surged forward, all suffered the same fate, their bodies