Battle, So Satisfying!

The Devil Race's reputation in the Chaos Sea...

How should I put it?

It couldn't exactly be called infamous.

It was more accurate to say their reputation was utterly rotten.

It wasn't that they went around committing every evil under the sun.

Doing evil was merely something they did on the side.

Their biggest flaw was that they were warlike!

This entire race seemed to have only one thing in their heads.

Battle, so satisfying!

Even Devil Race babies who had just emerged from the womb would wave their tiny fists and bare their teeth as they attacked their own biological parents.

Brawling, fighting, battling to the death.

To them, battle seemed to be like this author to all his esteemed readers.

Indispensable!

It was their daily food and water, their spiritual stimulant, the thought that supported them in staying alive. (Crossed out.)

These fellows loved fighting to an absurd degree. Even when they saw a passing dog, they had to make a few moves at it.

Therefore, whenever cultivators in the Chaos Sea encountered someone from the Devil Race, they wouldn't even think about it. They would immediately take a detour.

In the waters at the edge of the Chaos Sea, in the middle region between the Nine Heavens Ten Earths, and on those continents that no one cared about, the figures of Devil Race warriors could all be seen battling.

As long as it was a place where civilization gathered, seeing a member of the Devil Race appear was enough to give everyone a splitting headache.

Many places had even tried putting up signs: dogs and cats allowed in, but Devil Race members forbidden.

Of course, those places eventually welcomed Devil Race experts, who leveled the entire area to the ground.

Annoying, but strong!

For such a battle-loving