Someone's Entering? I'll Eat It on the Spot... Farewell

Rota was not overly disappointed by the Slaughter Envoy's answer. He had only mentioned it casually and had never truly intended to meet the King of Slaughter this way.

Someone must have discovered such common sense long ago. Before him, plenty of people had surely asked the same question. The helpless expression on the Slaughter Envoy's face made that obvious.

"I was just joking. Since that won't work, then please arrange opponents for me to challenge the difficulty of a hundred matches at once!"

The Slaughter Envoy looked at Rota steadily and warned him, "First of all, your proposal is unprecedented. In the City of Slaughter, surviving is the foundation of everything. No one has ever treated their own life as lightly as you do."

In the Slaughter Envoy's eyes, Rota was a complete newcomer. Though he appeared rather seasoned, he was still far too immature and arrogant.

"Unprecedented? Then you've seen it today. Hurry and arrange it for me. If that really won't work, arrange a hundred consecutive matches for me instead."

The Slaughter Envoy said nothing more, merely reminding him quietly, "I will seek the King of Slaughter's approval. Don't wander around during this time. If anything happens, I won't be responsible."

Rota did not take the Slaughter Envoy's warning to heart. With his strength, there would be no real problem for him in the City of Slaughter.

Under Rota's curious gaze, the Slaughter Envoy's figure turned into a cloud of blood mist and vanished. She had presumably gone to seek an audience with the King of Slaughter.

Rota even tested it specially. The instant the Slaughter Envoy left, he spread out his Observation Haki to locate her, but unfortunately, the City of Slaughter was somewhat peculiar. Even Rota could not accurately pinpoint her whereabouts.

"Such a simple