At the arena,
When the two Acolyte Knights who had already been granted Tumor Armor entered the arena, the audience first fell silent, then erupted into thunderous cheers.
Many of them were regulars, yet this was their first time seeing the Tumor Knights enter an underground competition like this. Although only Acolyte Knights had entered, it was already shocking enough. This time, the ticket price had been completely worth it.
As for the nobles seated in the "hanging basket boxes," they were not happy at all.
Although they had carefully prepared, spending enormous amounts of money and connections to purchase powerful slaves—and had even hidden famous experts disguised as slaves among them—they were still far inferior to personnel recognized by the Knight Order.
However, none of them left.
After a round of complaints, they still watched the match with great interest. The bets meant nothing to them. The only thing they cared about was their reputation.
But if the Tumor Knights killed all the participants, everyone would be equal.
Many people had already abandoned the betting and completely immersed themselves in the role of spectators, carefully savoring this special gladiatorial battle.
Inside the arena,
With the appearance of the two Acolyte Knights, some participants who had been trapped in hunger temporarily regained consciousness through biological instinct. After all, the body's fear of death was stronger than hunger.
Yet there was no fear in their eyes. The participants who could stand here were either powerful individuals selected by nobles or special individuals invited by the organizers. All of them had completed Open Source, and their Roots of Disease had long since stabilized.
They themselves also wanted to see what level of Cancer Cells qualified to become Tumor Knights, and whether their own strength was sufficient.
Moreover,
Since Acolyte Knights had appeared