Fish-Man

How dare he say that?

Saint Ecowina stared fixedly at Aiven Lindsey's smiling face.

How could he say that!!!

He, Saint Ecowina, had inherited the sacred bloodline of the Celestial Dragons from the moment of his birth.

From beginning to end, Saint Ecowina's "sense of superiority" had always been extraordinary.

Compared to other Celestial Dragons, Saint Ecowina was actually far too kind to the lowly commoners around him.

Not to mention casually slaughtering slaves—when he was in a good mood, he would even buy out an entire slave market and release all the slaves on a whim!

So, was Saint Ecowina a good person?

It didn't seem that way either.

Everything Saint Ecowina did stemmed from his own unparalleled "sense of superiority"!

What he possessed, others did not.

Thus, Saint Ecowina rejoiced in this, because he always stood on a higher plane than others!

But today...

But today!

Saint Ecowina stared fixedly at the man in the arena.

Aiven Lindsey.

That should be the name on the participant list, right?

This Lord, a Celestial Dragon, has already remembered your name—shouldn't that be enough to make you weep with gratitude and kneel in thanks?!

Yet instead of showing any gratitude, Aiven Lindsey laughed and questioned This Lord!

In an instant, Saint Ecowina's so-called "sense of superiority" was trampled to pieces by Lindsey.

Especially Lindsey's final words:

"These benefits you speak of—I can achieve them right now!"

In that moment, Saint Ecowina flew into a rage, his face darkening as he growled, "Kill him, kill him... wait!"

"Hm?"

Hearing this, the two CP Guards who were about to act suddenly halted, waiting to see what would happen.

"This Lord will make him regret it, make him realize he was wrong!"

Saint Ecowina's ears still echoed with Lindsey's words.

"Didn't he say that without This Lord's permission, he could destroy this arena on his own? This Lord will prove him wrong!"

"Someone, go bring This Lord's precious Fish-Man over!"

"..."

"Yes."

One of the suited men nodded and turned to carry out the order.

Before long, the announcer, who had already fled for his life, was dragged back and forcibly shoved into the commentary seat.

The announcer had no choice but to steel himself and shout, "Ah... well, due to a sudden incident, the schedule for this competition has changed slightly. Everyone, please remain calm!"

Remain calm?!

At those words, the noble Lords who had been halfway to escaping almost cursed out loud.

Do you even see what you're saying?

The tiger's corpse was still on the viewing platform, its blood flowing like a small waterfall, cascading down the steps of the spectator stands.

The stench of blood, combined with that ferocious "monster" in the arena...

Under these circumstances, you want us to go back and watch the match? You might as well just kill us!

But the next second, the announcer added, "This match is sponsored by Lord Saint Ecowina!"

Everyone: "..."

After a moment's thought, they returned to the spectator seats and sat down one by one.

Rather than offend a Celestial Dragon, they really would rather die.

Besides, with a Celestial Dragon overseeing things, nothing should go wrong... right?

Before long.

The audience had all taken their seats again.

Aiven Lindsey and Saint Ecowina remained standing where they were, staring at each other.

Saint Ecowina grew increasingly furious.

Because from Aiven Lindsey's gaze, he could detect not a trace of adoration or smug relief!

For Saint Ecowina, people always went out of their way to curry favor with him.

At times like this, as long as he showed a sliver of mercy, they would worship him, their eyes brimming with the smug relief of having narrowly escaped death.

Saint Ecowina reveled in this feeling of manipulating others' emotions.

Even so-called "resentment," "fear," and "anger" were all stirred up by him—this absolute sense of superiority was beyond compare.

But Aiven Lindsey's gaze was something Saint Ecowina had rarely, very rarely seen.

Just... ordinary?

Saint Ecowina couldn't comprehend that feeling.

Even the other Celestial Dragons on Holy Land Mary Geoise, or the rarely seen "Divine Knights," never looked at him with such eyes!

Aiven Lindsey's expression toward Saint Ecowina was like looking at a completely ordinary person!

This gaze thoroughly enraged Saint Ecowina.

"I'll just have to see how you die today!"

Saint Ecowina roared, "Where's the fish-man? My fish-man, send him here now!"

As he spoke, the door on the other side of the arena opened once more.

A burly figure, dragging over a dozen iron chains, stepped out with heavy, deliberate strides.

He had crimson-red skin, an extremely robust and towering build, long curly hair, and a wide mouth full of sharp fangs.

And the most crucial point—he was a "fish-man."

Lindsey narrowed his eyes, then curved them into crescents, smiling happily.

The one approaching was none other than the future [Fish-Man Hero], Fisher Tiger!

Fisher Tiger.

He was an adventurer from Fish-Man Island, but was unfortunately captured by slave traders and became a slave.

In the near future, Fisher Tiger would break free from his bonds, regain his freedom, and then trigger the world-shaking "Mary Geoise Raid Incident," liberating countless slaves!

The future [Empress] Boa Hancock, or [Golden Emperor] Gild Tesoro—all of them would gain their freedom because of this great event.

Fisher Tiger truly deserved the title of [Fish-Man Hero]!

Back to the present.

At this moment, Tiger was likely in the dire straits of being a "slave," biding his time for an opportunity to escape.

"Humans..."

Tiger muttered.

Imprisoned as a slave for many years, Tiger had seen the darkest side of humanity on Mary Geoise, and thus his heart was filled with rage.

Saint Ecowina didn't mind this at all; in fact, he was quite pleased.

The anger in Tiger's heart was stirred up by him—wasn't that just another part of displaying his superiority?

So from the stands, Saint Ecowina shouted loudly, "Hey, fish-man, do you want to regain your freedom? I'll give you that chance!"

"Huh?"

Tiger's eyes widened, bloodshot.

Saint Ecowina pressed on, "See that human in front of you? Kill him, and I'll grant you freedom!"

"Tch, bastard..."

Tiger didn't want to follow Saint Ecowina's orders.

But what Saint Ecowina said wasn't false—this Celestial Dragon's twisted taste was exactly like this, and his words actually had a chance of being fulfilled.

Besides, Tiger was only dealing with a "human" right now.

So, after only a brief hesitation, Tiger flexed his arms, tore apart the iron chains binding him, and stepped forward.

Whoosh!

With a heavy stomp of his foot, Tiger swung his fist, smashing it straight toward Lindsey's face.

"Human, fall down for me!"

Bang!

Lindsey's face met Tiger's heavy punch, but the former's expression barely changed—only his pupils shifted into the form of the "Kun Trigram."

Earth Demon Form!

"Ah ha!"

Lindsey laughed excitedly, letting Fisher Tiger's fist grind against his skin as he savored the strange strength of the Fish-Man Race—twenty times that of an ordinary person—finding it all especially amusing.

"This is my first time seeing a Fish-Man..."

He slightly felt the force behind the fist.

"I can take it. Hit me harder!"

Lindsey's voice gradually grew hoarse and twisted, as he growled low:

"Use everything you've got. Again!"

He wanted to test another idea of his...