We need produce 103 paras preserve. Need count source paras. translate each, title. Paragraph boundaries each source separated blank. Ensure system? none. Let's enumerate output sequentially.A Confident City Lord

"Ah, no! I..."

Seeing that things were going badly, the white-haired elder immediately tried to beg for mercy.

But before he could finish, he turned into a divine spark and vanished on the spot.

"Pusiluo! Pusiluo! Pusiluo!"

In an instant, the whole arena erupted in thunderous cheers. Everyone was shouting Pusiluo's name.

As for the white-haired elder who'd died, who was he, anyway? Nobody cared.

"What a crazy arena!"

Feeling the crowd's frenzy all around him, Pusiluo was a little excited too.

This was the kind of life he loved. It was just a shame that everyone these days was too weak. He hoped the city lord wouldn't disappoint him.

"Hey, why aren't you cheering?"

While the whole arena was going wild, a black-haired man beside Kermon below the stage couldn't help asking when he saw how calm Kermon was.

"As Lord Pusiluo's subordinate, I've already seen what he can do. This is nothing. Lord Pusiluo is going to challenge the city lord."

Kermon shrugged and replied casually.

Lord Pusiluo's strength had been exactly what he'd expected. Unlike everyone else, he wasn't going to be particularly surprised.

Besides, he knew that Lord Pusiluo had other powerful people by his side: Lord Leilin, Lord Adkins, and Lord Huosi, who was even stronger than the others.

So now, as he watched everyone around him shout Pusiluo's name, he couldn't help thinking they were a bunch of country bumpkins.

"Yeah, right. I could just as well say that Lord Pusiluo is my big brother!"

The black-haired man clearly didn't believe Kermon and shot back at him.

Whenever a powerful fighter appeared in the arena, there were always people who claimed to be his acquaintances, subordinates, or something else. Then curious spectators would seek them out for news about the fighter.

The liar would start recounting the great man's rise to fame, spinning the tale with all the flair of a storyteller.

Meanwhile, the listeners, pleased with what they heard, would give him some money. Thanks to people like that, countless years later, all sorts of gossip about powerful figures would circulate in many places, supposedly stories from their youth.

And there were always plenty of versions. They said that once, a Seven-Star Fiend had been falsely accused by some attention-seeking clown of living off a woman, and had slapped the buffoon to death.

After this fight, a bunch of so-called insiders would probably come out of the woodwork and claim that Pusiluo had once been enslaved by someone in his youth.

If Pusiluo heard that, he'd probably think of Alikui'en in an instant, then angrily go kill whoever had spread the rumor.

"Fine. Don't believe me, then."

Kermon curled his lip disdainfully. You think I'm a liar? I don't have time to deal with you. I'm somebody now, too.

Lord Huosi was Lord Pusiluo's superior, and now Kermon was one of Lord Huosi's attendants. Why would he stoop to arguing with you?

Over the next few days, Pusiluo won with overwhelming ease, surpassing Claire and reaching fifty consecutive victories.

Before long, the name Pusiluo was known in every household in Blue Moon City.

In the inner city, at the City Lord's Mansion, a middle-aged steward hurried toward the entrance to the manor's secret chamber.

"My lord, Lori requests an audience."

The middle-aged steward spoke respectfully and waited for a reply.

"Come in."

At the sound of a deep voice, the secret chamber's doors slowly opened, and the middle-aged steward went inside.

A blue-haired young man sat in a chair within the chamber. He slowly opened his eyes.

"What is it?"

The blue-haired young man spoke in an even tone, as though nothing could catch his interest.

"Lord Saike'er, a new fighter has reached fifty consecutive victories in the arena."

The middle-aged steward bowed his head and respectfully replied.

"Oh? A new fifty-win streak? It isn't Claire?" A flicker of interest finally appeared on the blue-haired young man's face.

"It isn't Claire, my lord. It's a new fighter."

The steward promptly answered with deference.

Claire had entered the arena before, and the City Lord's Mansion was already familiar with her. They wouldn't pay her much attention.

Only a new fighter with fifty consecutive victories was worth reporting to the city lord.

The blue-haired man before him was the city lord.

The Suigetsu Fiend, Saike'er, was the lord of Suigetsu City and a Seven-Star Fiend who had been famous for countless years.

His last battle had been a hundred million years ago, when he'd defeated the previous city lord with his powerful cultivation. He practiced the Water Law, and his ultimate move had bound and attacked his enemies by releasing a ring of water in the shape of a crescent moon. He'd later come to be known as the Suigetsu Fiend.

"How strong is he?"

Saike'er asked. Knowing his steward, if this newcomer were about as strong as Claire, he wouldn't have come to report it.

"My lord, he practices the law of fire. He's won fifty matches so far, and Claire, who is only a Five-Star Fiend, lost to him. Judging by what he's shown, he's at the Six-Star Fiend level, though he may be hiding his true strength."

Steward Lori answered. Naturally, he'd looked into all the details before coming.

"Oh? A Six-Star Fiend? That's somewhat interesting. When he reaches his eightieth match, send Pawa to test him. Have Pawa teach him a lesson, then send him to me."

Saike'er said indifferently. A Six-Star Fiend was just enough to pique his interest a little.

The man had beaten Claire, so he did have a little ability, but not enough to make Saike'er take him seriously.

"Yes, my lord. Lori will take his leave."

Steward Lori replied at once, then withdrew.

"I wonder if that Pusiluo can earn Pawa's approval. If he can't get past him, he can forget about joining my lord's forces."

As Lori walked, he muttered under his breath.

As the lord of Suigetsu City, Saike'er naturally couldn't handle every matter himself.

In fact, for most powerful figures, their stewards took care of such affairs. Lori had worked at the City Lord's Mansion for countless years and served more than one city lord. He knew each one's temperament well.

That was why he'd always held a respected position in the city.

As the steward, Lori knew full well how frightening his lord was.

Lord Saike'er, the Suigetsu Fiend, was one of the stronger Seven-Star Fiends. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defeated the previous city lord.

Whenever a powerful fighter appeared in the arena, Lori would report it. Of course, it wasn't because the fighter might challenge the city lord. It was because the city lord might take a liking to the fighter and recruit him.

Pawa, the previous fighter to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, had been noticed and recruited by the city lord. After Pawa completed his streak, the city lord had gone to meet him in person.

In the end, Pawa hadn't challenged the city lord. Instead, he'd submitted to him. Outsiders had no way of knowing whether the two had actually fought.

But Lori was sure that Pawa had been defeated by his lord, and overwhelmingly so. That was why he'd submitted willingly.

Lori had reported Claire to the city lord as well, but Saike'er had only glanced at the report before ignoring it. Clearly, Claire was too weak to catch his attention.

If Pusiluo wanted to become his lord's subordinate, he'd at least have to avoid losing to Pawa. Otherwise, his lord wouldn't even give him a second glance.

A few days later, after Pusiluo defeated his opponent once again, things finally changed a little.

"Everyone, Pusiluo is now defending his title for the eightieth time. Today's final challenger is a little different. The result of this fight might stir up some controversy!"

The host teased the crowd, keeping them in suspense.

"Oh? Someone different?"

Pusiluo raised an eyebrow, finally showing some interest. Everyone he'd fought over the past few days had been too weak to interest him at all.

If not for the citywide ban on fighting—a rule set by the Chief Sovereign—he would've gone straight to the City Lord's Mansion to challenge the city lord.

It seemed Pusiluo was looking forward to this. "Then let's welcome the next challenger: the previous fighter to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, Pawa!"

As the host announced his name, the whole arena erupted once more.

"Pawa! Pawa!"

"Oh? Is this Pawa famous?"

Kermon couldn't help muttering from below the stage.

"Where are you from? Pawa was the previous fighter to achieve a hundred consecutive victories."

The man beside him rolled his eyes, as if Kermon had never seen the world.

Most of the people who came to watch the arena were city residents who had lived there for countless years. Many of them remembered Pawa.

"What's with that look? I'm telling you, whoever this Pawa is, Lord Pusiluo will win."

Kermon was instantly enraged and shot back.

"Heh. You're quite something, bragging on someone else's behalf."

The man beside him merely gave Kermon a disdainful glance and said no more. To long-time residents like them, Pawa, the previous fighter to achieve a hundred consecutive victories, was obviously stronger than the newcomer, Pusiluo.

Amid the cheers, a middle-aged man with grayish-white hair slowly walked in.

"You're Pusiluo, right? Show me what you can do. If I'm satisfied, you'll have a chance to become the city lord's subordinate."

After stepping onto the stage, Pawa smiled at Pusiluo and spoke as if it were only natural.

Pawa hadn't used divine sense or lowered his voice. Everyone in the arena heard him clearly.

"Subordinate?"

Pusiluo's face instantly fell. He replied in displeasure,

"My goal is to defeat the city lord!"

Pusiluo didn't lower his voice either. Instead, he let it carry across the entire arena.

The whole arena fell silent for a few seconds. Then the crowd erupted into even louder cheers.

"Oh? You want to challenge the city lord? I used to think the same way. Later, I realized how naive I'd been. There's no shame in becoming the city lord's subordinate."

Pawa didn't get angry. He continued smiling as he spoke. He'd once tried to challenge the city lord too, only to discover that he'd been overestimating himself.

He believed Pusiluo would soon be just like him, submitting to the city lord's overwhelming strength and becoming a loyal subordinate.

"Don't compare me to you. What are you, anyway? And there's only one person in this world I would serve. What does the lord of Suigetsu City amount to? He isn't worthy!"

Pusiluo's anger flared in an instant. Although he'd never even met the city lord, the fact that the city lord had a subordinate like this meant he couldn't be any good either. Pusiluo went straight to insulting him.