Demon Loren, Unrivaled Combat Power

A Silver Grade noble was going to fight a Gold Grade barbarian chieftain.

This immediately ignited the atmosphere.

The stout, overweight steward was going mad, his fat trembling as he roared for hundreds of guards to be dispatched.

He had originally planned to send even more, but after Fiana unleashed her Platinum expert aura, he finally felt a little relieved.

After repeatedly failing to dissuade Loren, he could only brace himself and have the soldiers open the cage.

At the same time, he had people nearby set up ballistae, ready to shoot the barbarian chieftain the moment he dared to act rashly.

Even though a Gold Grade warrior was powerful, they couldn't cause too much trouble against an army armed with ballistae. The only thing he worried about was Loren, who was fighting the chieftain head-on.

Under the scornful, mocking, or indifferent gazes of the crowd, the barbarian chieftain, built like a bull calf, stepped out of the iron cage with heavy strides.

The people surrounding the cages had already scattered, leaving a wide open space for the two of them.

After the barbarian chieftain emerged, everyone became more vigilant.

They were afraid the brute would go berserk.

The barbarian chieftain's beast-like muscles stood in stark contrast to Loren's slightly thin physique.

This made his originally tall frame seem somewhat small; the difference in their builds was too great.

A noble young master who grew up in a pampered environment was about to duel a barbarian chieftain who had fought magical beasts in the ice and snow.

Such a scene was a rarity, perhaps once in a century.

What was even more outrageous was that this noble young master was only Silver Beginner, while his opponent was Gold Beginner.

The gap in their strength was almost indescribable.

The young noble descendants around them were all flushed with excitement.

"Interesting, so interesting!"

"Hahaha, I wonder how many attacks this noble can withstand??"

"This is the first time I've seen someone so eager to court death!"

No one doubted the outcome of this battle; since someone was actively seeking death, they were happy to watch the show.

Fiana stared intently at the arena, her slender fingers gripping her sword hilt tightly. Her Platinum-grade aura emanated from her, and her body tensed to the extreme.

The moment any change occurred on the field, she would strike like lightning.

She didn't know why she had inexplicably agreed to Loren's request for a battle that was no different from courting death.

His determined eyes gave her a strange kind of strength, causing her to soften her attitude instantly, despite her firm opposition.

"Human noble, your courage has earned my respect.

You are worthy of knowing my name—Yaz Frost."

The barbarian chieftain's deep voice echoed, immediately making the atmosphere on the field tense once more.

A Silver Grade human dared to challenge him. Although it was a foolish act of seeking death, he admired the courage.

Loren narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Loren Grant.

Yaz, remember this name. From this day forward, the name Loren will be your lifelong honor."

Whoosh~

Upon hearing Loren announce his name, the crowd of over two hundred onlookers erupted in an uproar.

The young nobles looked at Loren in disbelief.

Grant!! He was a Grant!!

The curly-haired noble and the blonde noble exchanged glances, seeing shock in each other's eyes.

There was only one noble family with the surname Grant in the Silver Moon Kingdom—the Orchid Family!!

That noble family, which had existed since the founding of the Silver Moon Kingdom.

They never expected a descendant of that legendary family to appear in Decker City.

And now, he was about to challenge a Gold Beginner Highland Barbarian as a Silver Beginner!!

The steward felt his blood run cold.

He stared blankly at Loren, wanting to cry but having no tears.

How could it be a descendant of the Orchid Family?!!

He couldn't imagine what kind of reprimand he would face if Loren died at the hands of the barbarian.

No, something must not happen!!

He suddenly turned and roared at the soldiers beside him.

"The moment that damn barbarian lays a hand on Lord Loren, shoot him immediately! Absolutely, absolutely do not hold back!!!"

"Also, notify the higher-ups immediately and have them send someone! Quickly!!"

Loren ignored the commotion outside the arena.

After announcing his name, he cut the pleasantries, removed the noble ornaments from his waist, and tossed them aside. He then planted his feet slightly apart, bending his body like a drawn bow.

His gaze locked onto the burly barbarian chief opposite him.

At the same time, his S-rank Archdemon Bloodline and A-rank Purple Thorn Descendant bloodline, two bloodlines within him, simultaneously awakened.

A powerful surge of energy flowed through his veins like a bursting dam.

But it's not enough.

A wild glint flashed in Loren's eyes. Let's go crazy then!

Demon Frenzy (S-rank) could greatly enhance physical abilities, but it carried the risk of losing control.

Activate.

The next second, power surged from his bloodline like a thousand-foot wave, a molten, savage flow.

The moment the power within him reached its limit, Loren's eyes blazed with blinding light!

Now!!

Bang~ He charged towards the barbarian chief with the most ferocious momentum.

Simultaneously, the burly, rock-like figure opposite him also exploded forward with matched ferocity.

The barbarian chief was like a maddened rhinoceros, his savage aura terrifying, as if he could shatter the city walls if they stood in his way.

With every step, this brute left spiderweb-like cracks on the bluestone ground, kicking up gravel. The sight was truly exaggerated.

The barbarian chief's eyes held absolute confidence. This Silver Grade human wouldn't survive the next second!

He could already picture the triumphant return and the bloody mess his opponent would become.

In contrast.

Although Loren's body burned with a potent Silver Grade bloodline power, his slender frame appeared incredibly fragile next to the barbarian chief.

The barbarian chief's strength could tear a bull apart!

This was not a fight between equals. To the onlookers, the outcome was already decided.

Yet, facing the rampaging barbarian chief, Loren didn't dodge at all. He charged headfirst with the same brute force, like a charging rhinoceros.

The Archdemon bloodline at this moment sent his fighting spirit soaring to its peak!!

Steel Breaker Slash (S-rank) could condense all mental energy and gather the strength of the entire body for a single explosive strike.

His final trump card!

Fight!!!

Under everyone's gaze, the two collided like two maddened rhinoceroses.

Bang~

The instant their bodies crossed paths, time itself seemed to freeze.

The barbarian chief's previously ferocious grin suddenly froze. Then, he felt an unimaginable, terrifying power erupt from the slender Loren.

Crack~

The sound of bone snapping echoed, followed by an agonizing pain that threatened to drive him mad, surging from his chest and piercing his mind.

The barbarian chief's body, as sturdy as an iron tower, halted mid-air. Then, at an even faster speed than he had charged, he was sent flying back over ten meters before crashing onto the floor.

Screeeech~ He dragged a five to six-meter gash across the ground, smashing through a stone stool before coming to a halt.

Looking back, it was a bloody trail.

Upon closer inspection, the brute's back was a bloody mess, and his chest had completely caved in.

He struggled several times but couldn't get up.

Highland Barbarian Chief.

Gold Grade Warrior.

Defeated.

And defeated so decisively, so stunningly.

The portly steward had covered his eyes the moment the two collided, unable to bear watching.

Because that damned idiot noble would surely be crushed into a bloody pulp!

He's going to die! He'll be brutally beaten to death by the merchant guild! Why was he so stupid to keep that damned barbarian?!

But then the ground trembled, and everyone let out an incredulous gasp. It seemed the victor had already been decided.

He despairingly lowered his hands, expecting to see the tragic scene of Loren being smashed into a bloody paste. Instead, he saw the barbarian chief lying on the ground, coughing up blood.

And Loren, whom he thought was surely dead, stood there unharmed.

The bloated, fat steward's vision swam, his face a mask of disbelief.

He… he actually won?!!!

This, how is this possible!!!

That was a Gold Grade Highland Barbarian!!!

His hands were stained with the blood of Gold Warriors!!

How could he possibly lose to a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Human?!!

The surrounding crowd was even more dumbfounded.

Silver clashed with Gold, and the result was that the Gold Grade Barbarian Chieftain was severely injured in defeat!!

What a joke!!

How powerful is a Gold Grade Warrior who can fight a hundred men!

Why could a Silver defeat him??

And in such an almost crushing manner, a direct instant kill!!

The huge contrast in results sent them into a frenzy.

The curly-haired Noble and the blonde Noble stood frozen on the spot, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

No matter how much they didn't want to believe it, the sight of the Barbarian Chieftain collapsing and coughing blood constantly assaulted their senses.

"If this guy can conquer the barbarians, I'll eat my own socks!"

"I'd sooner believe this outsider can conquer the barbarians than believe I can conquer a dragon!!"

Especially the curly-haired Noble, who remembered his own contempt and disdain for Loren just now. His face felt like it was being slapped again and again, and what made him even more ashamed and furious to death was that he was the one slapping himself!!

The blonde Noble's face also turned pale and flushed, his lips trembling. He wanted to say something but didn't know how to start. He wanted to leave but couldn't find a reason.