"On... one hit!"
"That was too strong! He took down that slave with seven consecutive wins in a single kick!"
"Big Brother Dio!"
The Celestial Dragon brat who had said he would acknowledge Dimon as his big brother if Dimon won actually kept his word and did so on the spot.
Everyone came here to pit crick... pit slaves against each other. No one had ever entered the ring personally before, yet now a fierce warrior had descended from the heavens. These brats practically worshipped him.
Their eyes sparkled like stars as they looked at him as if he were an idol.
Dimon smiled faintly and provocatively looked at Malledez.
"Is that all?"
"..."
Malledez was dumbfounded. This was the strongest slave he had begged his mother for ages to buy, yet someone else had taken him down with one kick.
"Damn it, Leitner, you useless trash!"
"Forget whether he's useless or not. What other slaves do you have?"
Malledez opened his mouth but could not say anything. Where had this brat named Dio come from? How was he so strong?
Seeing Dimon walk toward him, Malledez jumped in fright.
"What are you doing? I don't want to fight you! This is a slave game. What kind of game is it if you enter the ring yourself? More importantly, which family are you from?"
With the match lost, he could only bring up his family background.
Dimon grinned, walked up to Malledez, pressed down on his mushroom-cut hair, and patted it.
"Brat, you have to call me Big Brother too."
"Impossible! I'm the noble Manmai—"
Before he could finish, Dimon gave the little brat a rapid, crackling beating.
He deliberately held back his strength, afraid of accidentally beating him to death.
"Stop, stop hitting me! Big Brother, stop! At least