Bart burst out laughing and pointed at the center of the Gladiator Arena. "Haha, you admitted it. You things that aren't even human?"
These Modified Humans hadn't provided any skills.
Only then did everyone notice something unusual about the remains left by the person who had exploded and burned in the center of the Gladiator Arena.
When ordinary Superpower Users were blasted apart and set ablaze, they usually left behind nothing more than a little ash.
But this person had left behind some sulfur-like residue after burning.
Bart spread his hands and asked the nobles in the stands, "Do you all think I'll lose money doing this?"
"These out-of-town scum disrespect us nobles. They deserved to die."
"Exactly! They're fucking arrogant!"
"Bart, they're provoking you. Kill them! Blast them apart!"
"Bart, fuck them up!"
"Bart, kill these out-of-towners!"
The nobles in the stands all began shouting.
"See that? You things that aren't even human don't understand that when you come somewhere, you follow that place's rules." Bart grinned at the Silver-haired Middle-aged Man who had risen to his feet.
"Haha, Viscount Bart, you look down on us Modified Humans so much? Then I, a Modified Human, challenge you. Do you dare accept?"
"Don't tell me you nobles were scared senseless by the Alliance Cleaner? Haha! You nobles only dare to fight among yourselves. When you face outsiders, you turn into complete idiots!" The Silver-haired Middle-aged Man laughed loudly.
"Bullshit!"
"Bastard!"
"Where the hell did this out-of-town dog who doesn't know the rules come from?" The nobles in the stands erupted into curses.
Yet none of them showed any intention of stepping forward. Instead, they all looked at Bart.
The nobles present also realized that someone was targeting Bart.
These nobles would have loved nothing more than to see Bart killed.