Inside the silver-gray Hive Stadium, fervent cheers, shouts, and thunderous applause erupted from the circular stands.
Although Laura's match had lasted only an instant, it did nothing to dampen the audience's enthusiasm and excitement.
Not only because nearly half the contestants were extraordinary individuals from the Howlett Family or its affiliated organizations, but because the entire extraordinary world was eager to catch a glimpse of the peerless combat power of the "Wolf Emperor" through Laura Howlett.
Pfft!
Azazel flashed to James's side, biting a finger as he whistled for the little wolf girl, then cheered loudly for his son Kurt, who was about to take the field.
"Dad, how far has Laura gotten with her Killing Technique? Did you inject her with 'Styx'? How is the energy quality of that Jing Qi almost on par with Steve's?"
"Styx can wait. We'll use it when her stamina starts to run low. She's only recently entered the second level and has barely reached the threshold of the Gang Realm—the threshold of a biological energy field. You're more than seventy years older than your sister! Have you completely given up on going any further?"
James shot Red Devil an irritated glare. Ever since this eldest son of his, who had been with him the longest, achieved his second mutation, he had lost all ambition to improve. His personality was still as unreliable as it had been in his youth.
Azazel gave an awkward little grunt, regretting that he had brought it up, while Kurt swiftly finished his first match. Relying on rapid, flickering teleportation, he easily kicked unconscious a Toad boy with an agile, long tongue.
As if to change the subject, Azazel pointed toward the battle unfolding in Arena Seven.
A girl holding a tournament saber in her right hand erupted with