Purgatory Demon King Sokla

Suye glanced at the arena. According to Gig, even its size did not rank among the top twenty in Burning Skull City.

But it was already comparable to the largest arena in Sparta.

The inner arena had a diameter of over three kilometers. Even for a battle between Legends, it was more than enough.

"Have you taken bets?"

"Of course. However, you can only bet on yourself to win," Battola said.

"Good." Suye had no interest in listening to the long-winded Flame Demon Battola ramble. Most of the time, he was either controlling his clones or studying those divine arrays.

"As long as the Snake Scale Tribe agrees, I can spread the word everywhere. By then, countless spectators will be willing to fight tooth and nail to get in and watch. Tsk, tsk. A top-level battle between a Hell giant and an Abyss giant—a Purgatory Demon King challenging the entire Six-Armed Snake Demon Tribe. Just hearing about it makes my blood burn. I have a feeling that you'll become my Lucky Star. Would you be interested in signing a contract with me and becoming the exclusive gladiator of the Demon's Intestines?"

"You're sure you want to sign a contract with a devil?" Suye asked.

Battola froze for a moment before saying, "It seems no one can stand on equal footing with devils in a contract. You can even deceive gods. Hmm... How about this? I won't sign a contract with you. I'll only give you my word. Starting tomorrow, whenever you participate in a duel, I'll pay you one to five percent of the revenue—gross revenue, not net revenue. How about it?"

"If some blind fool challenges me to a duel, I'll try to choose this place. But I didn't come to the Deep Prison Plain for gladiatorial combat," Suye