Spectacular

"How is one supposed to attack this?"

Upon sensing the effect of the yellow radiance surrounding Aier, all nine High-Gods went numb.

This technique, capable of stretching the spatial scale, was enough to render all of their material attacks ineffective.

However, everyone present possessed an incredibly rich amount of combat experience.

"Use soul attacks!"

After one High-God spoke up, everyone mobilized their soul energy, launching soul attacks toward Aier.

Yet, just as before, their soul attacks could not reach Aier.

This was a matter of spatial distance.

Let alone High-Gods, even Paragons and Overgods had limits to their attack ranges.

If one day Aier's Inch from the Horizon could stretch the spatial distance beyond the attack range of an Overgod, it might not be impossible for him to protect himself even in front of an Overgod.

"This..."

Seeing that both soul attacks and material attacks posed no threat to Aier, all nine High-Gods felt a sense of despair.

Which one of these nine hadn't fought their way out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?

Over hundreds of thousands, or perhaps millions, or even tens of millions of years, the number of enemies they had encountered far exceeded the years they had lived.

Yet, even so, this was the first time they had encountered such an "unsolvable" ability.

That's right, in the eyes of the nine of them, this ability of Aier's was no different from being "invincible."

"It seems these people won't be able to give me any surprises."

Seeing the expressions on their faces, Aier shook his head slightly in his heart.

These nine were only around the strength of a Four-Star Fiend, still a gap away from the Wind Element High-God Aier had encountered yesterday.

I thought wrong...

It wasn't that there were no experts in the arena battles.

But over these many years, experts with the strength of a Five-Star Fiend or higher had each reached their own limits.

For example, for an ordinary High-God, two or three consecutive wins was the limit; with better luck, seven or eight wins wasn't a problem, but they couldn't cross the threshold of ten consecutive wins.

Those with strength around a Four-Star Fiend were all between ten and twenty consecutive wins.

Those with Five-Star Fiend strength could almost reach fifty consecutive wins.

Six-Star Fiends were in the stage of fifty to eighty consecutive wins.

Those with over eighty consecutive wins were inevitably experts possessing the strength of a Seven-Star Fiend.

After ninety consecutive wins, one would encounter snipers from the prefecture city experts, and those who could become hundred-battle experts were at the very least experts among Seven-Star Fiends.

Currently, Aier only had ten consecutive wins.

Even counting today's battle, it was only twenty consecutive wins.

Realizing this, Aier dispersed the radiance around him, placed his left hand behind his back, extended his right hand toward the group, and curled his palm a few times.

"Come on!"

Seeing Aier act this way, the nine High-Gods exchanged glances, then tacitly split into three squads and launched a renewed attack on Aier from three directions.

"BOOM--"

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with flashing lightning, erupting flames, swirling snow, and falling meteors, making one worry for Aier, who stood at the very center of the arena.

However--

Aier grabbed the lightning bolt, forcing it to reveal its true form.

It was a long blue spear. Aier swung his right hand, and the spear, along with the High-God holding it, was swung in a semi-circle, colliding with the Light Element High-God and interrupting his attack.

Following that, Aier let go, allowing the two to fly off, then slapped his palm toward the sky, instantly shattering the erupting flames and meteors.

The powerful shockwave also blew away the people behind the meteors.

Then, Aier grabbed with his five fingers, and a sandstorm manifested in his palm, sweeping toward the tornado and blizzard, directly annihilating both of them entirely.

The shadow beneath Aier's feet squirmed, and a figure darted out from the shadow, a thin sword in hand thrusting toward Aier's heart.

"HUM--"

With a thought from Aier, a massive gravitational force directly pressed the Darkness Element High-God onto the ground, after which he was kicked away by Aier.

Then, Aier tilted his head, a white ray of light grazing past his cheek, and with a flick of his finger, the wind from his fingertip pierced through the body of that Light Element High-God.

"Brilliant!"

"Absolutely brilliant!"

"Beautiful!"

This round of offense and defense left the surrounding spectators feeling thoroughly satisfied.

And after this exchange, the nine High-Gods had confirmed that Aier was indeed holding back; whether in attack or defense, he had not endangered their lives.

Consequently, the nine of them eventually grew bold enough to engage Aier in close-quarters combat.

Compared to ranged battles, melee combat is far more dangerous, yet it is also better at stimulating one's potential.

Aier's strength was thousands of times greater than theirs; even with his left hand held behind his back, he suppressed the nine of them with a single hand, leaving them unable to even straighten their backs.

However, the nine of them working together allowed Aier to gain deeper insights into combat.

One hundred thousand years ago, Aier was merely at the peak of the Saint Realm, and even with his body's durability enhanced to the level of a Low-God Artifact through his Equipment Slot, he had dared not act recklessly.

After all, in Hell, those who do not become gods are ultimately nothing but ants.

It was only after becoming a god and having the fortune to obtain the Blood-Red Source Crystal that accompanied the Crimson Flame Beast King that he gained the qualifications to snowball his power.

Aier's current strength had been built up entirely through the sheer accumulation of laws.

When it came to combat experience, Aier was pitifully lacking.

If it were just one person, these High-Gods—the strongest of whom were only Four-Star Fiends—would be nothing more than a one-slap affair for Aier.

But with all nine attacking at once, even Aier had to handle them with care.

It was not that Aier would lose.

With a thousand-fold difference in strength, coupled with a body that could rival a Godhead, Aier's attackers could not harm him even if he didn't bother to defend.

However, Aier felt that since he was already showing off by fighting with one hand, it would be a slap in the face if he were forced to use both.

As the battle progressed, all nine High-Gods felt they were making significant improvements.

On Shier's side, he naturally gained a great deal of combat experience as well.

"Twenty minutes are up!"

Feeling that it was about time, Aier gradually increased the force of his strikes.

From merely knocking them away at the start, to piercing their bodies, and then to shattering their limbs, the pressure on the nine grew ever greater, and the injuries they sustained became increasingly severe.

Of course, for god-level powerhouses, as long as the soul within the Godhead is not destroyed, physical injuries can be healed by consuming divine power.

Therefore, even when their bodies were heavily damaged by Aier later on, they still dragged their broken forms to continue fighting him.

Divine power could be recovered over time by absorbing elements.

But the opportunity to fight a powerhouse was not something one encountered every day.

In fact, fighting Aier was the only such opportunity they would encounter in their entire lives.

If they didn't take this chance to grow stronger, how could they justify the wealth they had spent from their Space Rings?