The Green-Black Tongue

"Then I'll bet 10,000 hell coins. Hurry up and start—I still need to find somewhere to rest," Suye said.

"Right away."

Batora took the 10,000 hell coins and used Flame Shuttle to quickly head to the other side.

No one knew what he had said, but the Six-Armed Snake Demons began cursing one after another.

Suye surveyed the arena. This place was practically a monster concentration camp. Nearly every famous monster from the Infinite Plane was here.

A wicked black dragon lay in the audience, swaying its tail and taking up twenty or thirty meters of space.

Groups of chain devils headed to their seats. Their entire bodies were wrapped in magic chains, and the huge chains dragged across the ground with a clattering sound that grated on the nerves.

One Hell Giant after another stood with their arms crossed over their chests, proudly gazing down below. Their bodies were covered in cracks, but what showed through was not flesh and blood—it was even sturdier, gleaming black metal.

A squad of Headless Knights rode Skeleton Horses in orderly ranks. No one knew what they used to watch the match.

Within thirty meters of a Void Bug Demon, only two fire demons stood. No other monster dared approach the mountainous creature composed of countless black maggots.

Thousands of Hell Dwarves chattered noisily while holding ale, shouting and singing at the top of their lungs. The surrounding monsters cursed them angrily but did not dare attack. After all, Hell Dwarves were numerous and savage—and, more importantly, they were the providers of weapons and equipment whom no one could afford to offend.

The emptiest space around them belonged neither to the skin-crawling Void Bug Demon, nor to the filthy mud giants, nor to the Rotten Tomb King that constantly reeked, nor even to