The three Tumor Knights had come in person. They did not dislike underground venues like this—in fact, they rather enjoyed them.
All three had been born at the bottom, supporting one another as they climbed step by step to their current positions.
During their ascent, they had all used underground contests like this as stepping stones to earn money, fame, and attention. If not for the championship titles awarded by the arena, they probably would have taken several more decades of detours.
One of them had even won five consecutive championships and had become good friends with the Boss here. Even now, they would occasionally arrange to meet and sample some "Good Things" together.
During a recent dinner, the Boss had invited them to a gladiatorial match on a whim. The memories of the past had surged back, and since he could not participate himself, he had passed the news to the "new recruits." They had immediately received a flood of responses.
To ensure they would not suffer an upset in an underground match like this and disgrace the Knight Order,
the three of them had carefully selected two exceptionally capable recruits from among those who had responded—two people most suited to form a team.
Tear and Chew—Marcelino, ranked No. 9 in the direct-subordinate new recruit camp of the Tumor Knights
Blood Mantis—Figley, ranked No. 6 in the direct-subordinate new recruit camp of the Tumor Knights
Their level far surpassed that of an underground match like this. Even the expensive slaves borrowed by nobles, or former champions disguised as slaves, could not compare.
However, the Tumor Knight who had brought them here had reminded them beforehand to hold back appropriately during the match. If possible, they were to extend the gladiatorial bout and add a certain degree of showmanship.
But