Overwhelming

However, not everyone was as cautious as Claire. Angry voices immediately began to rise from the surrounding stands.

"Who's that? What a big mouth!"

"Claire, beat him to death!"

"Yeah, show him what you can do!"

The spectators at the arena were all extremely displeased by such an arrogant attitude. They shouted for Claire to hurry up and attack.

Claire ignored the voices. She knew those people weren't supporting her, but the winner. If she lost, they'd immediately start cheering for Pusiluo instead.

At the arena, only the strong mattered. The weak were forgotten at once.

"Claire, Five-Star Fiend of the Laws of Light. Please, enlighten me!"

Claire didn't attack immediately. Instead, she assumed a fighting stance, and a dark golden dagger appeared in each hand.

"Oh? Pusiluo. Please, enlighten me."

Pusiluo scratched his head. After all, he hadn't become a Fiend, so he simply gave his name. It wouldn't do to say, "Seven-Star Fiend of the Fire Element. Please, enlighten me."

Though he really did have that level of power, he wasn't a Fiend.

Besides, he was going to challenge the city lord. What if the city lord heard that a Seven-Star Fiend had come to challenge him and simply ran away?

Claire paid no attention to what Pusiluo had said, nor did she mind that he hadn't taken out a weapon. She instantly became a blur and charged at him at incredible speed.

Today, she had a strong feeling that if she didn't seize the initiative and go all out, she would probably lose.

"Oh? Speed from the Laws of Light?"

Pusiluo's eyes shifted. Flames sprang up around his body, and a crimson glow instantly enveloped him.

"Bang!"

Claire's attack struck Pusiluo's arms directly. They were like a mountain blocking her way, and she couldn't advance another inch.

"What?"

Claire stared in surprise. This red-haired giant had blocked her attack with his arms.

The man before her, Pusiluo, had a powerful body. She had to put some distance between them.

Realizing that close combat wouldn't work, Claire quickly flew upward. In an instant, her body split into hundreds of copies, and countless golden blades shot toward him from all directions.

Pusiluo didn't try to stop her. He simply watched Claire in silence.

This was his first battle, and he wanted to establish an unassailable reputation here.

He wanted everyone to see that Claire couldn't hurt him in the slightest, even when she gave it everything she had.

"Adkins used this kind of attack too, but it won't work on me."

Pusiluo merely glanced at the incoming attacks before throwing a punch with his right hand. In an instant, an enormous phantom fist covered the sky and earth.

The fist seemed to contain boundless power. The blades struck it without having any effect, not even slowing it down.

"Damn it!"

Feeling the terrifying energy in the fist, Claire's expression changed. She gritted her teeth as countless golden orbs of light appeared in her hands.

Claire retreated rapidly, hurling the orbs in her hands toward the incoming fist one after another.

"Boom!"

As the phantom fist slammed into Claire, she felt as if her body had nearly been crushed flat. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of her mouth as she fell to the ground, pale-faced.

"How was that? Do you have any other moves?"

Pusiluo didn't take advantage of her weakened state to finish her off. He simply asked in a casual tone.

"Thank you, sir, for holding back just now."

Claire cupped her hands slightly. She knew Pusiluo could have killed her outright.

Pusiluo nodded slightly. He thought well of Claire's attitude and had no intention of killing her.

"I concede!"

Claire looked up at the referee and spoke loudly enough for the entire arena to hear.

"P-Pusiluo wins!"

Only then did the referee react, announcing the result to the crowd.

"Waaah!!!!!"

"Pusiluo! Pusiluo! Pusiluo!"

The arena fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into even louder cheers.

Just as Claire had expected, the crowd cared only about the strong. No one truly cared about her. As soon as she lost, everyone began shouting Pusiluo's name.

And just like that, Claire, who had once won thirty consecutive matches, was utterly forgotten in a deserted corner.

Claire didn't mind. At least she had survived. Countless people had died in the arena, and making it out alive against a powerhouse like Pusiluo was already an achievement.

Now, Claire was simply glad that she'd shown Pusiluo the proper respect when he entered the ring and hadn't mocked him. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't be alive.

"I wonder how far this sir will go?"

After leaving the arena, Claire went straight to the stands.

She also wanted to know how far Pusiluo, the man who had defeated her with ease, would go.

If he won a hundred matches in a row, or even challenged the city lord, Claire could tell people that she'd fought Pusiluo herself.

When an opponent was strong enough, being defeated by him in a single move was an honor.

"Let's congratulate Pusiluo on his victory! For the next ten days, he'll be defending his title. We welcome powerful challengers from far and wide!"

The host immediately began another round of praise.

Now that Pusiluo had won, all the coming matches would revolve around him.

The spectators only cared about the strong, after all. They didn't care who the strong ones were.

"These people are really crazy."

Pusiluo couldn't help clicking his tongue, but he didn't think much of it. After leaving the arena, he went backstage to rest.

Pusiluo wasn't planning to return for the time being. It was only ten days. He'd claim the city lord's position, then go back and report to his lord.

Claire, who had won thirty consecutive matches, had been defeated by an unknown powerhouse named Pusiluo.

Pusiluo hadn't even gone all out. He'd defeated Claire with ease.

Based on the estimates, Pusiluo was at least a Five-Star Fiend, and might even have the power of a Six-Star Fiend.

The news spread rapidly through the city, and many people heard about it.

Early the next morning, the arena quickly filled to capacity. Outside, several people even got into a loud argument over seats.

Fortunately, fighting was prohibited in the city, and no one dared break the rule. They only argued without coming to blows.

Otherwise, the situation might have sparked a disturbance.

In just one day, news of Pusiluo had spread throughout the city. After all, Claire was a Five-Star Fiend who had taken part in arena matches more than once and had once won fifty in a row.

Since Pusiluo had defeated Claire, perhaps he could go even further—maybe even achieve the legendary hundred consecutive victories.

The residents of the city were especially excited. Blue Moon City hadn't seen anyone win a hundred consecutive matches in countless years.

"Pusiluo! Pusiluo! Pusiluo!"

The arena hadn't even begun, yet countless voices were already shouting his name, their cheers wild with excitement.

Amid the crowd's cheers, Pusiluo slowly entered the arena and looked expectantly toward the challengers' entrance.

Soon, an old man with white hair walked in slowly.

"Pusiluo's arena match is finally here! Today's first challenger is Boloku!"

As usual, the host worked the crowd into a frenzy, setting off the atmosphere in the arena.

"You're a powerhouse who cultivates the Laws of Fire. When it comes to material attacks, I'm no match for you. But I wonder how your soul is?"

The white-haired old man spoke in a sinister tone, as if victory were already assured.

At his words, Pusiluo's brow furrowed. He was displeased by the man's attitude.

Green motes of light appeared in the old man's hand. He blew gently, and the motes scattered with an eerie pulse.

"Oh? A soul attack?"

Pusiluo looked at the white-haired old man with some anticipation.

Among the Four Edicts and Seven Laws, the Four Edicts were more adept in the realm of the soul. Destruction represented slaughter; Death and Life were opposites, one bringing death and the other life. Fate was a mystery, but it too delved deeply into the soul.

Back in the Material Plane, Pusiluo had often sparred with the others, but they were all skilled in material attacks.

Leilin's Laws of Fire specialized in offense, while his Laws of Earth specialized in defense. Adkins's Laws of Light were well-rounded, and the Laws of Darkness excelled at stealth. None of them specialized in the soul.

"Go!"

The white-robed old man shouted. Two beams of light shot from his eyes and rushed straight into Pusiluo's body.

At the same time, all the green motes around them surged toward Pusiluo and instantly entered his body.

Inside the sea of souls, the two beams of light acted like lures, drawing all the motes toward them. The two forces then joined together and transformed into an enormous dragon's head, which lunged at Pusiluo's soul.

"So that's it. That's how this soul attack works."

Pusiluo activated his soul power. A cloud of crimson mist swept toward the dragon's head and devoured it in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha! Die!"

The white-haired old man swung his staff without hesitation. More green motes appeared and rushed toward Pusiluo.

"That's it? Are you done yet?"

Pusiluo looked at the white-haired old man with some anger, a hint of killing intent flickering in his voice.

"You're all right? How can that be?"

The white-haired old man froze, unable to believe his eyes as he stared at Pusiluo.

"You talked such a big game. I thought you could do something impressive!"

Pusiluo scoffed. This soul attack couldn't even compare to Adkins's, yet the old man had dared to use it. Pusiluo had even been a little excited beforehand.

"Time to end this!" Pusiluo suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight at the white-haired old man.

"What? How is that possible? How can you be unharmed?"

The white-haired old man's eyes widened. He'd specifically looked into Pusiluo's abilities yesterday and had been sure he countered him. That was why he'd acted so arrogantly.

He'd been extremely confident in his attack. Even if it couldn't kill Pusiluo, it should at least have badly wounded his soul.

But why did Pusiluo look completely unaffected?

"If I hadn't wanted to see how your soul attack worked, I wouldn't have given you the chance to attack me."

Pusiluo scoffed. Flames gathered around his fist before he blasted them forward.

He realized that although Adkins wasn't skilled in the soul, he had at least fused four profound mysteries. It was probably impossible to find anyone here stronger than him. It seemed only the legendary city lord could interest Pusiluo.