From this, it was clear that winning a match in the Hell Slaughter Arena was no simple matter.
However, this punishment meant nothing to Unrivaled Thief.
"Whether it's simple or not, you'll find out soon enough." He turned and headed toward the entrance of the Hell Slaughter Arena, his voice as soft as a whisper. "I'll show you with my actions that the King of Slaughter's so-called punishment is nothing but a joke!"
"Arrogant bastard! You'd better pray you die in the Hell Slaughter Arena. If you fail to complete your punishment within the allotted time and choose to cling to life in the outer city, I'll skin you alive, tear out your tendons, and use you as a human lantern!"
The Black Veil Maiden gritted her pearly teeth, trembling with rage.
It was the first time she had seen someone so arrogant in Slaughter City.
Unrivaled Thief entered the Hell Slaughter Arena directly and went to the registration desk, where he tossed his identity token to a short old man standing there.
The short old man took the token and looked Unrivaled Thief up and down with his cloudy eyes.
"9527, newcomer. Including you, there are seven now. We'll begin once we have ten."
He tapped the rusted iron table and reminded him, "No fighting while you wait. Break the rules, and you can wait to die!"
Unrivaled Thief nodded casually, found a corner to sit in, and assessed the strength of the others.
After all, knowing oneself and one's enemy was the key to winning every battle!
He could be arrogant, but he could not be brainless.
His gaze slowly swept over the other six contestants, his scrutiny completely undisguised.
Sitting opposite him was a bald, burly man whose scalp was covered in centipede-like scars. He was currently