At this moment, inside Luxurious Private Room Number 1,
A towering man three meters tall sat in a black Intelligent Chair. He wore a blood-red robe and had rugged features.
He looked relaxed as he swirled a Wine Glass in his hand, filled with wine as red as blood.
His body was densely covered in Secret Patterns. Some had appeared after his abilities awakened, while many others had been artificially carved onto him.
They gave off a bloody, ferocious aura.
Looking at Bantuluo, who had won the match, he revealed a Blazing gaze and sighed,
"This talent is truly impressive!"
"It is not much worse than mine in the past."
"I never expected such a genius to emerge from a small planet back then."
"Unfortunately, a genius like him should have become my disciple and inherited my legacy."
"But now, his heart is probably filled only with resentment toward me."
"He can no longer become my disciple."
"If he enters one of the Nine Supreme Powers and grows stronger, he will become far too dangerous to me."
"Either he dies, or he serves me."
"So the best choice is for him to become my slave."
"I will brand the mark of Terror Evil King into his Consciousness Space."
"And make him serve me forever."
At that thought, he revealed a fierce smile.
Then he rose to his feet and said,
"Now, it is time for us to find that little Arturo."
"When he sees me, he will surely be especially excited."
Beside him, a burly man in black robes whose body was likewise covered in markings flattered him eagerly,
"Being able to serve under you, Master, is the greatest honor he could have in his lifetime."
"He should be proud of it."
Terror Evil King immediately smiled after hearing that.