Not Even Enough Strength to Hit Someone? Is That It? Is That It?

"No way, this guy is actually going to take part in this kind of Douluo Battle trial? I don't know if he's crazy or just stupid!"

"I've never seen him before. He must be a newcomer."

"A newcomer still dares to act like this? He probably has no idea how terrifying the City of Slaughter is!"

None of the participants thought highly of Rota. Never mind whether any of the City of Slaughter's Slaughter Gods had accomplished such a feat—even a newcomer dared to be this arrogant. It was simply lawless.

What they did not know was that this insane Douluo Battle was proposed by the newcomer standing before them. Naturally, Rota could not be bothered with such comments.

The Slaughter Envoy asked the audience once more, "Is anyone else joining?"

The audience fell silent. In their eyes, anyone with a remotely sound mind would never participate in a Douluo Battle trial that meant certain death.

It was not that the odds of winning such a trial were low. There was simply no possibility of victory at all. They certainly would not make such a losing deal.

"Since no one else is joining, the Slaughter Douluo Battle shall now begin. Your opponents are people exiled to the outskirts by the City of Slaughter. If you win, you will naturally earn the right to seek an audience with the King of Slaughter. Otherwise, you will die here. Even your three-day protection period will be useless."

Rota had thought the Slaughter Envoy would give him some useful advice. In the end, she was merely talking about the newcomer protection period.

Whether he had that protection period or not made little difference to Rota. His strength did not require protection.

"One more thing. If you lose, these exiles will gain the right to