You Think You're Kakarot? (Thanks to Solimans for the 50,000-Coin Gift)

Of the Three Major Empires, the Pacification Empire had sent a Law Saint to hold the fort.

The other two empires had sent Title-Bearing Legendary Big Shots.

The Sunset Empire had sent two ancient Legendary Powerful Beings, both with an excellent chance of reaching the Saint Tier. One of them was Karl, the reincarnation of the God of Death, who had the blood of dozens of Legendary Powerful Beings on his hands.

He sat there in a black robe, not letting a trace of his aura escape, yet even his own people from the Sunset Empire dared not approach him.

That alone showed how terrifying the reputation of "Blood Tide" was.

Well, everyone else could only eat my dust, Karl thought.

The Frost Empire, meanwhile, had sent a newly risen Title-Bearing Legendary Powerful Being—a fierce man who had just slain a Legendary Orc.

Each side had shown off its might.

It had certainly startled the Epic-Class Professional contestants into caution. None dared get too full of themselves.

After all, they were clearly no match for those big shots.

Acaro could not help laughing. "The empires clearly know what it takes to keep us in line. With them here, who'd dare cause trouble?"

"Exactly." William raised an eyebrow. When Lancelot had left things unsaid before, William had thought the Dark Child intended to disrupt the tournament.

But looking at this lineup, if the Dark Child showed up, he probably would not be going home. The empires would surely treat him to some fine tea and hospitality before sending him into the laboratory of a Law Saint's Magic Tower. He would never need to come out again. He might even enjoy the benefits of eternal life.

There were already more than a dozen Legendary Big Shots in the arena.

Once the tournament