Crushing Victory

However, not everyone was as cautious as Claire, and angry voices instantly began to erupt from the surrounding spectator stands.

"Who is this guy? So arrogant?"

"Claire, beat him to death!"

"That's right, show him what you're made of!"

The people in the arena stands were extremely annoyed by such an arrogant attitude, and one after another, they shouted for Claire to make her move.

Claire ignored those voices. She knew clearly that those people weren't supporting her, but rather the winner; the moment she lost, they would immediately start chanting for Pusiluo.

In the arena, there were only the strong, while the weak were immediately forgotten.

"Claire, Light-style Five-Star Fiend, please advise!"

Claire did not attack immediately, but instead assumed a combat stance, two dark gold daggers appearing in her hands.

"Oh? Pusiluo, please advise."

Pusiluo scratched his head. After all, he hadn't become a Fiend, so he simply stated his name; otherwise, he couldn't very well say, "Fire-style Seven-Star Fiend, please advise."

Although he did indeed possess that level of strength, he wasn't actually a Fiend at the moment.

Moreover, he was planning to challenge the City Lord. If the City Lord found out a Seven-Star Fiend had come to challenge him and simply ran away, what would he do?

Claire didn't pay attention to Pusiluo's words, nor did she care that he hadn't drawn a weapon. Instead, she instantly transformed into an afterimage, rushing toward Pusiluo at lightning speed.

Today, she had a strong intuition that if she didn't seize the initiative and attack with all her might, she would likely lose.

"Oh? The speed of the Laws of Light?"

Pusiluo's eyes flickered, and a ball of flames ignited on his body, crimson light instantly enveloping him from head to toe.

"Bang!"

Claire's attack struck directly against Pusiluo's arms, and in an instant, it was as if a mountain stood in her path, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch.

"What?"

Claire was slightly stunned. This red-haired, burly man had actually blocked her attack with his bare arms.

The guy in front of her, this Pusiluo, had a very strong physical body; she had to create some distance.

Realizing that close-quarters combat seemed ineffective, Claire quickly flew upward, her body splitting into hundreds of images in an instant, followed by a massive barrage of golden radiance rushing in from all directions.

Pusiluo did not stop her, instead watching Claire quietly.

This battle was his first, and he intended to establish an absolute reputation here.

He wanted everyone to see that even with Claire using all her strength, she couldn't even scratch him.

"Adkins has used this kind of attack before, but it's useless against me."

Pusiluo merely glanced at it, then swung his right fist, and a massive phantom of a fist instantly shrouded the heavens and the earth.

The fist seemed to contain infinite power; all the sword light struck it without the slightest effect, not even slowing the fist's speed in the slightest.

"Oh no!"

Feeling the terrifying energy contained within the fist, Claire's expression changed drastically. Gritting her teeth, a multitude of golden light orbs emerged from her hands.

Following this, Claire retreated at high speed, continuously hurling the light orbs in her hands toward the front.

"Boom!"

As the phantom collided with Claire, she instantly felt as if she were being crushed flat. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and she landed on the ground, pale-faced.

"How is it? Do you have any other moves?"

Pusiluo did not take advantage of her weakened state to end her life; he simply asked casually.

"Many thanks to you, my lord, for showing mercy just now."

Claire bowed slightly. She knew that Pusiluo had been capable of killing her outright just a moment ago.

Pusiluo nodded slightly. He felt that Claire's attitude was decent, and he had no intention of killing her.

"I concede!"

Claire looked up at the referee, her voice carrying clearly so that the entire arena could hear her perfectly.

"Pu, Pusiluo wins!"

The referee finally snapped out of his daze and announced it loudly to the entire crowd.

"Waaaaah!!!!!"

"Pusiluo! Pusiluo! Pusiluo!"

The arena was silent for a few seconds before erupting into even greater cheers.

Just as Claire had thought, everyone only cared about the strong. No one truly cared about her, Claire. Once she failed, everyone immediately began to chant for Pusiluo.

And so, Claire, who had once achieved thirty consecutive victories, was thoroughly forgotten in a lonely corner.

However, Claire didn't mind. After all, she had survived. Countless people had died in the arena, and being able to survive in the hands of a powerhouse like Pusiluo was already good enough.

Now, Claire was simply relieved that she had maintained a respectful attitude when Pusiluo took the stage and hadn't uttered any mockery; otherwise, she would likely no longer be among the living.

"I wonder how far this lord will be able to go?"

After Claire stepped down, she went straight to the spectator stands.

She was also very curious to see how far Lord Pusiluo, who had defeated her so easily, would be able to go.

If this lord were to eventually achieve a hundred consecutive victories or even challenge the city lord, then she, Claire, could tell others that she had once crossed swords with Lord Pusiluo.

When an opponent is powerful enough, having been defeated by them in a single move is a kind of honor.

"Let us congratulate Pusiluo on his successful challenge! Now, for the next ten days, we enter the stage of Pusiluo's defense. We welcome experts from all sides to come and challenge him!"

The host immediately began a new round of hype.

Since Pusiluo had won, the upcoming battles would naturally revolve around him.

In any case, the audience only cared about watching strong fighters; as for who those fighters were, they didn't really care.

"These guys are truly crazy."

Pusiluo couldn't help but click his tongue, though he didn't pay much mind to it, heading backstage to rest after leaving the arena.

Pusiluo didn't plan on returning just yet. Since he had ten days, he would wait until he had taken the position of city lord before going back to report to his lord.

Claire, who had achieved thirty consecutive victories, had been defeated by an unknown powerhouse named Pusiluo.

This Pusiluo hadn't even used his full strength; he had defeated Claire quite casually.

According to estimates, this Pusiluo was at least a Five-Star Fiend, and might even have the strength of a Six-Star Fiend.

This news spread rapidly throughout the city, and many people had heard of it.

Early the next morning, the entire arena was packed in a short amount of time, and there were even scenes of people arguing loudly outside the gates over seating issues.

Fortunately, fighting was forbidden in the city, and no one dared to defy that, so it remained a verbal dispute rather than a physical one.

Otherwise, it might have sparked a certain degree of chaos.

In just one day, news of Pusiluo had spread across the entire city. After all, Claire was a Five-Star Fiend who had participated in the arena matches more than once and had once achieved fifty consecutive victories.

If Pusiluo could defeat Claire, he might be able to go even further, perhaps even having a slim chance of reaching the legendary hundred consecutive victories.

This made the residents living in the city particularly excited; after all, Blue Moon City hadn't seen a powerhouse with a hundred consecutive victories in countless years.

"Pusiluo! Pusiluo! Pusiluo!"

Before the arena match had even begun, a massive roar of chanting erupted, filled with a sense of madness.

Pusiluo slowly took the stage amidst the cheers of the crowd, looking toward the challenger's tunnel with some anticipation.

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

"The time has finally come for Pusiluo's defense match! Today, our first challenger is Boloku!"

The host adjusted the atmosphere as usual, igniting the battlefield.

"You are an expert who cultivates the Laws of Fire. In terms of material attacks, I am no match for you, but I wonder how your soul fares?"

The white-haired old man spoke with a sinister expression, as if he already had victory in his grasp.

Hearing the other party's words, Pusiluo frowned instantly, feeling very dissatisfied with this guy's attitude.

Green light particles emerged from the old man's hands, and he blew on them gently, causing the particles to scatter in a strange, undulating pattern.

"Oh? A soul attack?"

Pusiluo looked at the white-haired old man with a hint of 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 represented one birth and one death, and while the nature of Fate was unknown, its exploration of the soul was also profound.

Although Pusiluo often sparred with others in the Material Plane, the areas they excelled in were all material in nature.

Leilin's Laws of Fire excelled in attack, the Laws of Earth excelled in defense, Adkins's Laws of Light were relatively balanced, and the Darkness element excelled in stealth; none of them were particularly skilled in the soul.

"Go!"

The white-robed old man shouted, and two beams of light shot out from his eyes, rushing directly into Pusiluo's body.

At the same time, all the green light particles in the vicinity surged toward Pusiluo, instantly sinking into his body.

Inside the sea of his soul, the two beams of light acted as a catalyst, attracting all the particles. The two forces then combined, transforming into a massive dragon head that charged toward Pusiluo's soul.

"So that's how it is. A soul attack of this nature."

Pusiluo channeled his soul power, and a crimson mist instantly surged toward the dragon head, devouring it entirely in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha! Go to hell!"

The white-haired old man swung his staff without hesitation, and more green light particles emerged, rushing toward Pusiluo.

"Is that it? Have you had enough!"

Pusiluo looked at the white-haired old man with some annoyance, a flash of killing intent in his tone.

"You're unharmed? How is that possible?"

The white-haired old man froze instantly, looking at Pusiluo in disbelief.

"You talk such a big game, I thought you actually had some real ability!"

Pusiluo spoke with a hint of disdain. To think he had actually held some expectations; this soul attack couldn't even compare to Adkins', yet the man had the nerve to show it off.

"It's about time to end this!" Pusiluo suddenly opened his eyes, staring straight at the white-haired elder.

"What? How is this possible? How are you completely fine?"

The white-haired elder's eyes widened in an instant. He had specifically inquired about Pusiluo's background yesterday and confirmed that he was a counter to him, which was why he had been so arrogant.

He was extremely confident in his own attacks; even if he couldn't kill Pusiluo, he should have at least severely damaged his soul, right?

Yet, why did the other party look completely unaffected?

"If I hadn't wanted to see your method of soul attack, I wouldn't have given you the chance to strike at all."

Pusiluo spoke dismissively as a ball of flame condensed in his fist and erupted outward in an instant.

He also realized that although Adkins wasn't skilled in soul attacks, he had at least fused four profound mysteries. It seemed unlikely he would find anyone stronger than him here; it appeared that only the legendary city lord could pique his interest.