Pusiluo Enters the Stage

In Hell, or rather, in any Divine Plane, it is not an exaggeration for powerful individuals to establish their own factions.

Weak bandit groups of Midgods or tribes formed by ordinary Highgods are essentially all the same in nature.

However, what Lord Huosi just mentioned—having one's own industry—is something entirely different.

Whether they are bandits or tribes, their operational model is, in reality, nothing more than killing people to seize their treasures.

At their core, they all rely on slaughter to obtain godheads, supplemented by a constant stream of fresh blood flowing in from the Material Planes to sustain themselves.

But to possess one's own industry, one must have a specialized industrial chain.

For example, specializing in forging divine artifacts for sale is a simple path, or perhaps being a cultivator who specializes in crafting Soul Golden Beads, or a master who specializes in creating Metal Lifeforms.

However, those capable of such feats are at least families established by Seven-Star Fiends; after all, without sufficient strength, their wealth would simply be plundered.

Moreover, the strength possessed by these masters is not something that ordinary, weak Highgods can compare to.

"Leilin, you can take these divine artifacts and the construction of these Metal Lifeforms to study them. See how they differ from what we manufacture, and compare the performance and costs."

Huosi ignored Kermon's brainstorming and looked at Leilin first.

"Rest assured, my Lord."

Leilin nodded, indicating it was no problem.

"Adkins, take these medicines and analyze them carefully. See if you can replicate them." Huosi turned to look at Adkins.

"Leave it to me, my Lord. I will definitely make these medicines ready for mass production as soon as possible!"

Adkins immediately patted his chest in assurance; he had experience with these things.

"Beirut, you should just focus on your cultivation for now. Eat your godheads and wait until you break through to become a Highgod. As for you, Pusiluo, don't you want to fight the City Lord? Go to the Challenge Arena!"

Huosi finally looked at Beirut and Pusiluo. Beirut's strength was not yet sufficient, and as for Pusiluo, his personality was only suited for combat; it was better to let him fight to his heart's content.

"Alright, my Lord, leave it to me! I guarantee I'll become the City Lord soon. You kid, come with me!"

After saying this, Pusiluo grabbed Kermon and dashed off in a flurry of activity.

"Wait, Pusiluo Lor..."

Before he could finish the word "Lord," Kermon was dragged away directly by Pusiluo.

"This kid. Alright, everyone, let's start preparing!"

Huosi didn't mind Pusiluo's behavior. He took a pile of equipment out of his storage box and began to inspect the Amethyst and the Soul Golden Beads.

Amethyst and Soul Golden Beads are essentially the same; both can provide immense help to the soul. However, Amethyst is difficult to absorb, while Soul Golden Beads are very easy to absorb, leading to a tenfold price difference.

In Hell, the gods capable of refining Soul Golden Beads are at least not too weak, and the process requires a significant amount of time and energy.

But for Huosi, these were not problems. He believed that if given some time, he could create an automated industrial chain to convert Amethyst directly into Soul Golden Beads.

Then, he would only need to invest a certain amount of capital to purchase Amethyst and sell the Soul Golden Beads; earning a fortune every day would be just around the corner.

Linley from the original story had also considered this, but his Sovereign Artifact could only refine Amethyst for his own use and could not condense it into golden beads to sell for money.

Of course, later on, they had countless Amethyst taken from the Amethyst Mountains, so naturally, they would not be short of money.

On the other side, Pusiluo was dragging Kermon, sprinting rapidly toward the Challenge Arena.

"Kid, hurry, tell me in detail about the rules of this arena tournament!"

Pusiluo finally dropped Kermon and asked directly.

"My, my Lord, the arena tournament is generally divided into three types: Lowgod, Midgod, and Highgod levels."

Kermon finally caught his breath and continued:

"However, the other two don't have many spectators, and the rewards are pitifully small. Therefore, the one that is always popular is the Highgod level."

"Oh? There are rewards? How much exactly?"

Pusiluo rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try.

"My Lord, I don't really know the specifics. I only know that for every ten-win streak you achieve, the City Lord's Mansion provides corresponding rewards."

Kermon continued to explain.

"Oh? Then what if someone participates multiple times in a row? Wouldn't they be able to get a constant stream of rewards!"

Pusiluo thought for a moment and asked.

"That's not the case. Although the City Lord's Mansion doesn't explicitly forbid continuous participation, they have corresponding methods for people who try to 'fleece' them."

"When they encounter such a person, the City Lord's Mansion will arrange a powerful opponent for them. Although you can concede in the arena, it is permitted to accidentally kill someone."

"Oh? The City Lord's Mansion arranges powerhouses!"

Pusiluo narrowed his eyes, revealing an expression that suggested he wanted to give it a try.

"That's right. Generally speaking, as long as you exceed a fifty-win streak, the City Lord's Mansion will send out powerhouses to intervene; otherwise, a hundred-win streak would be too easy."

Kermon explained, feeling a bit speechless at Pusiluo's expression.

"That makes sense. That is the normal state of affairs."

Pusiluo nodded, signaling his understanding.

The arena tournament could sometimes be a matter of luck; if one happened to encounter only weaklings, such a hundred-win streak would lack any real substance.

Therefore, once a certain stage was reached, it was standard practice for the City Lord to dispatch subordinates to participate.

Only those who defeated the City Lord's subordinates were qualified to challenge the City Lord himself.

"Claire! Claire!"

As the two approached the arena, they heard a massive roar of cheers erupting from inside before they had even entered.

"What is going on here?"

Pusiluo turned his head, looking at Kermon with a puzzled expression.

"Lord Pusiluo, this must mean some powerhouse has achieved multiple consecutive victories, which is why the audience is cheering."

Kermon wiped the sweat from his forehead as he explained.

Normally, god-level powerhouses did not sweat, but Lord Pusiluo's breakneck speed had been so intense that he felt as if he had been floating the entire way.

Moreover, he was still feeling uneasy about Lord Pusiluo's nonchalant attitude.

"The two of you, are you here to watch or to compete? If you are here to watch, please pay one hundred Inkstone."

At the entrance of the arena, two receptionists spoke in a routine, professional manner.

"This kid is here to watch, but I am here to compete! How much is that?"

Pusiluo answered boisterously, acting like a man with money to burn.

"Well, sir, there is no fee to compete, but please be aware that in the arena, life and death are not guaranteed."

The receptionist's expression stiffened for a moment before she continued.

"I see, then hurry up and take me there!"

Pusiluo waved his hand, speaking with impatience.

"Very well, sir, please follow me."

The receptionist immediately smiled and led Pusiluo toward the rear passage, though she couldn't help but grumble inwardly; challengers as impatient as Pusiluo were quite rare.

"Sir, you are in luck. You only need to wait for two more matches before it is your turn to enter."

After leading Pusiluo into the backstage area, the receptionist handed him a numbered tag.

"Two more matches? What a hassle."

Pusiluo curled his lip; he wanted to get out there right now.

"This, sir, two matches will actually go by very quickly."

The receptionist didn't know what else to say, so she could only force herself to speak.

Most of the time, one had to wait days to get into the arena; the fact that Pusiluo only had to wait for two matches meant he was already quite lucky.

"I know, I know, I was just saying."

Pusiluo waved his hand, signaling that she could leave.

Twenty minutes later, a blonde girl successfully killed her opponent once again.

"Claire has successfully defended the arena! Let us congratulate Claire on reaching twenty-nine consecutive wins. Next is the thirtieth match. Will Claire be able to continue her glory? Let us wait and see!"

A host shouted loudly while stirring up the atmosphere of the entire arena.

"Hurry up with the next one! There hasn't been anyone worth fighting for days!"

Claire yawned, calling out to the host with boredom.

As a Highgod with strength approaching that of a Six-Star Fiend, Claire had been in Suigetsu City for over a billion years.

From a weak Midgod in the beginning to the glory she held today, Claire had saved up quite a bit of wealth.

However, she knew deep down that only by owning a house of her own in the city could she truly be considered established; otherwise, she was just a passerby.

Therefore, Claire earned money in many places. Not only had she participated in many Fiend missions, but she also frequented special venues to make money, and the arena was one of them.

Although the arena in the city was theoretically a channel to challenge the City Lord, in reality, it was mostly just a means for the City Lord's Mansion to rake in ticket sales.

After all, the venue usually held over ten thousand spectators, and at one hundred Inkstone per person per day, that was one million.

Even so, the stream of people wanting to watch was endless; after all, god-level powerhouses had infinite lifespans, and no matter how they lived, everyone eventually craved the thrill of combat.

This was not Claire's first time participating in the arena. For every ten-win streak achieved in the tournament, there was a certain prize.

Of course, toward the later stages, the City Lord's Mansion would directly arrange for their own internal powerhouses to step in. Therefore, Claire did not intend to fight for too long; at most, she would leave after fifty wins.

As for a hundred-win streak, she didn't even dare to think about it. She didn't even know how many billions of years it had been since the last hundred-win streak in Blue Moon City.

Without the strength of a Six-Star Fiend, a hundred-win streak was absolutely impossible, and she still possessed enough self-awareness to know that.

"It seems our Claire cannot wait any longer. Then, let us welcome the challenger, Pusiluo, to the stage!"

As the host's voice rang out, the red-haired giant stepped into the arena, and the impatient Pusiluo finally entered the field.

"Good grief, I've been waiting for so long. It can finally start."

Pusiluo stretched lazily and looked at Claire with a very casual expression.

"Oh, so you're Clade!"

Hearing this, Claire's brows furrowed instantly. She couldn't quite make sense of Pusiluo's attitude.

Every previous challenger had been solemn, not daring to show the slightest bit of carelessness.

The red-haired, burly man named Pusiluo before her was acting completely indifferent, as if the battle against her was as simple as playing house.

A person like this was either a fool or an incredibly powerful expert—a powerhouse she could never hope to defeat.

Having lived in Hell for many years, she still possessed basic caution; in a situation like this, Claire generally wouldn't bet on the former.