"I don't know. He's so weak, yet he actually dares to take part in the gladiator tournament. If he runs into us humans or the Dwarves, that'd be fine. As long as he's willing to surrender, his life won't be in danger!"
"But if he runs into the Dark Demon God or the demon race, he'll be dead for sure!"
"Exactly. And he was even tempted by the rewards. To think he could say such big words—if he runs into the Dark Demon God, he'll fall one hundred percent!"
"Still, even Main God Oke Degu knows him. Do you think he might have some sort of background, that he really has a few tricks up his sleeve?"
At once, low discussions sounded throughout the venue.
Aside from being curious about Nalant's identity, everyone was naturally overwhelmingly pessimistic about him.
Those who could come to take part in the gladiator tournament were all outstanding gods from various worlds, proud and arrogant existences.
Hearing Nalant speak in such a casual tone, while coveting the champion's reward, yet happening to show no real strength, it was hard to say that anyone could have a good impression of him.
Main God Oke Degu also heard these discussions and carefully observed Nalant's expression.
Finding that Nalant was not affected in the slightest, his eyes and expression still calm and composed, he could not help but nod.
Immediately, Main God Oke Degu said loudly, "You may not have heard Nalant's name before, and you may also feel that his strength is very weak."
"But I want to tell you that just a few months ago, Nalant took part in an absolutely abnormal match, and the opponent he faced was the demon race's Flame-Eating Demon."
"Ah, the demon race's Flame-Eating Demon. Its strength seems quite formidable. Since