The Confident City Lord

"Ah, no! I..."

The white-haired old man saw that the situation was dire and immediately wanted to beg for mercy.

However, before he could even finish his sentence, he transformed into a Godspark and vanished from the spot.

"Pusiluo! Pusiluo! Pusiluo!"

In an instant, thunderous cheers erupted throughout the arena, and everyone was shouting Pusiluo's name.

As for the dead white-haired old man, who was he? No one cared.

"What a crazy arena!"

Feeling the frenzy of the surrounding audience, Pusiluo felt a surge of excitement.

This kind of battle was the life he loved most, but it was a pity that the people nowadays were all too weak. He hoped the City Lord wouldn't disappoint him.

"Hey, why aren't you shouting, kid?"

Just as the entire crowd was going wild, a black-haired man next to Kermon in the stands saw his calm expression and couldn't help but ask.

"As a subordinate, I've already seen Lord Pusiluo's strength, so this is nothing. Lord Pusiluo is someone who intends to challenge the City Lord."

Kermon shrugged and said indifferently.

Lord Pusiluo's strength was already within his expectations; unlike the others, he no longer felt much of a stir.

Besides, he also knew that alongside Lord Pusiluo were the equally strong Lord Leilin and Lord Adkins, as well as the even more powerful Lord Huosi.

Therefore, as he watched the people around him shouting for Pusiluo, he felt as if they were all just country bumpkins.

"Tch, I could just as easily say Lord Pusiluo is my big brother!"

The black-haired man clearly didn't believe Kermon's words and retorted directly.

Every time a powerhouse appeared in the arena, some people would claim to be their acquaintances, subordinates, or something else, and then others would curiously seek them out to dig for information about the powerhouse.

Then, these swindlers would start narrating the "rise to fame" of that lord, telling stories as vividly as a professional storyteller.

At the same time, those who enjoyed the stories would give them some money. It was precisely because of such people that, many years later, rumors about powerhouses would circulate in many places, supposedly stories from their youth.

Moreover, there were many versions. He had heard that a Seven-Star Fiend had once been slandered by a clown who claimed the Fiend had been a kept man, only for the Fiend to slap the clown to death.

He figured that after Pusiluo's battle ended this time, a group of so-called "insiders" would pop up, claiming that Pusiluo had been enslaved by someone in his youth.

If Pusiluo found out, he would probably immediately think of Alikui'en and then fly into a rage to slaughter the person spreading the rumor.

"Tch, believe what you want."

Kermon curled his lip in disdain. You think I'm a swindler? I don't have the time to deal with you; I'm a man of status now.

Lord Huosi was Lord Pusiluo's superior, and he was now a follower of Lord Huosi, so why would he lower himself to the level of someone like him?

Over the next few days, Pusiluo used his overwhelming advantage to easily surpass Claire and successfully achieved fifty consecutive victories.

In a short time, the name Pusiluo became a household word in Blue Moon City.

In the inner city, at the City Lord's mansion, a middle-aged butler walked slowly toward the secret chamber of the residence with a hurried expression.

"My Lord, Lori requests an audience."

The middle-aged butler spoke respectfully, waiting for a reply.

"Come in."

Following a muffled voice, the door to the secret chamber slowly opened, and the middle-aged butler walked inside.

Inside the chamber, a blue-haired youth sat on a chair and slowly opened his eyes.

"What is the matter?"

The blue-haired youth spoke in a flat tone, as if nothing could pique his interest.

"Lord Saike'er, a new powerhouse with fifty consecutive victories has appeared in the arena."

The middle-aged butler kept his head bowed and answered respectfully.

"Oh? A new fifty-win streak? Is it not Claire?" The blue-haired youth's expression finally showed a hint of fluctuation.

"It is not Claire, my Lord. It is a new powerhouse."

The butler replied immediately and respectfully.

Claire had participated in the arena many times, and the City Lord's mansion was familiar with her, so they wouldn't pay too much attention.

Only a new fifty-win streak would cause the butler to report to the City Lord.

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

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 billions of years ago, where he defeated the previous City Lord with his formidable cultivation. Because he practiced the Laws of Water, his ultimate technique involved releasing a crescent moon of fluid, slippery water bindings, leading to him being called the Suigetsu Fiend.

"How is his strength?"

Saike'er asked. Based on his understanding of the butler, if this newcomer were on par with Claire, he probably wouldn't have come to tell him.

"My Lord, he cultivates the laws of the fire attribute and has currently won fifty matches. Even Claire, a Five-Star Fiend, was defeated by him. Based on his current performance, he is at the level of a Six-Star Fiend, though the possibility of him hiding his true strength cannot be ruled out."

Steward Lori replied. Naturally, he had already investigated all the information before coming here.

"Oh? A Six-Star Fiend? That's somewhat interesting. Wait until his eightieth match and send Pawa to test him. Have Pawa teach him a lesson before bringing him to see me."

Saike'er said with complete indifference. A Six-Star Fiend was only enough to pique his interest slightly.

This guy had defeated Claire, so he possessed a bit of strength, but not enough to warrant his serious attention.

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

Steward Lori answered immediately and then retreated.

I wonder if this Pusiluo can gain Pawa's approval. If he can't pass this hurdle, he can forget about joining the Lord's ranks.

Lori muttered to himself as he walked away.

As the Lord of Suigetsu City, it was naturally impossible for Saike'er to handle every single matter himself.

It should be said that for most powerhouses, it is the steward who handles these affairs. Lori had worked in the City Lord's Mansion for countless years and had served more than one City Lord, so he was very familiar with the style of each one.

It was precisely because of this that he had always maintained a prestigious position in the city.

As the steward, Lori was very clear about how terrifying the City Lord was.

The strength of the Suigetsu Fiend, Lord Saike'er, was considered powerful even among Seven-Star Fiends; otherwise, he would not have been able to defeat the previous High-level City Lord.

Whenever a powerhouse appeared in the arena, Lori would report it. Of course, this was not because someone might challenge the City Lord, but because the City Lord might develop a desire to cherish talent and recruit them into his service.

Pawa, as a former victor of one hundred consecutive battles, had been recruited after catching the City Lord's eye. That time, after Pawa achieved his hundredth victory, the City Lord had taken the initiative to meet him.

In the end, Pawa did not challenge the City Lord but instead submitted to him. Whether the two had actually fought remained unknown to outsiders.

However, Lori could be certain that Pawa must have been defeated by the Lord, and in an overwhelming fashion, which was why he was willing to submit.

As for Claire, he had also reported on her before, but the City Lord had only glanced at her briefly and then ignored her. Clearly, this Claire was too weak to catch the City Lord's eye.

If this Pusiluo wanted to become the Lord's subordinate, he had to at least remain undefeated against Pawa; otherwise, the Lord wouldn't even spare him a second glance.

A few days later, after Pusiluo defeated his opponent once again, the situation finally changed slightly.

"Everyone, this is now Pusiluo's eightieth match defending the arena. Today, the final challenger is a bit different. Who knows? The result of this battle might be quite controversial!"

The host teased the audience, not revealing the name immediately.

"Oh? Is there someone different?"

Pusiluo raised his eyelids, finally showing a bit of interest. The people from the past few days had been too weak, and he couldn't muster any enthusiasm at all.

If not for the rule set by the Chief God that fighting was forbidden in the city, he would have simply charged straight to the City Lord's Mansion to call out a challenge.

"It seems Pusiluo is already looking forward to it. Then, let us welcome our next challenger, the former victor of one hundred consecutive battles, Pawa!"

As the host's voice fell, the entire arena erupted once again.

"Pawa! Pawa!"

"Oh? Is this Pawa very famous?"

Kermon, standing in the crowd, couldn't help but mutter.

"Where did you come from? Pawa is the previous victor of one hundred consecutive battles."

The person next to him rolled his eyes, looking at him as if he were truly ignorant.

Most of those watching the arena matches were residents of the city who had lived there for countless years, and many still had an impression of Pawa's existence.

"What kind of expression is that? Let me tell you, no matter who this Pawa is, Lord Pusiluo will definitely win."

Kermon was instantly enraged and retorted directly.

"Heh, you're quite something, bragging on behalf of others."

The person next to him just glanced at Kermon with disdain and said no more. To old residents like them, Pawa, who had once achieved one hundred consecutive victories, was definitely stronger than the newcomer Pusiluo.

As the cheers rang out, a middle-aged man with gray-white hair walked in slowly.

"Pusiluo, right? Let me see what you're capable of. If I'm satisfied, you'll have the chance to become a subordinate of the City Lord."

After Pawa entered the arena, he gave Pusiluo a smile and spoke as if it were a matter of course.

Pawa did not use his divine sense, nor did he lower his voice. His words were heard clearly by everyone in the arena.

"Subordinate?"

Pusiluo's face darkened instantly, and he replied with displeasure:

"My goal is to defeat the City Lord!"

Pusiluo did not lower his voice either, but projected it directly across the entire arena.

For a few seconds, the entire arena fell silent, before erupting into even more frantic shouting.

"Oh? Challenge the City Lord? I once thought the same, only to realize later how naive I was. It is no shame to become a subordinate of the City Lord."

Pawa was not angry and continued to smile. He had once tried to challenge the City Lord, only to realize later that it was merely overestimating his own strength.

He believed that Pusiluo would soon be like him, submitting before the City Lord's powerful strength and becoming a loyal subordinate.

"Don't compare me to you, you piece of trash! Besides, in this world, the only person I would serve as a subordinate is that Lord. What is the Suigetsu City Lord? He isn't even qualified!"

Pusiluo's anger surged instantly. Although he had never met the City Lord, since the City Lord could have such a subordinate, he certainly couldn't be anything good, so he began to curse directly.