A slaughter bout was exactly this sort of wildly mismatched beast fight, staged solely to indulge the depraved tastes of a small minority.
The body’s original owner, for example, would often throw one of her herbivore consorts into the arena, pay an S-rank beastman his appearance fee, and have them fight—just so she could watch the disobedient consort cling to life and listen to her terrified screams.
“It was supposed to be. But who would have guessed that this human, without a trace of spirit arts, would survive the first half against the Lion God? I remember...
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