Challenging the Battle Arena, Hundred-Battle Victory

Through the window, everyone clearly saw the scene outside. A black-haired man with delicate features simply waved his hand, causing a large number of ice blades to condense around him before they shot out at high speed, instantly causing the dozen or so High-Gods surrounding him to explode.

"Too weak." Ren looked at the dozen dead High-Gods and shook his head. His body turned into a streak of blue light and sped away. As for the Metal Lifeform of the Four Divine Beasts Clan not far away, he didn't pay it any mind.

After all, there were many kinds of Metal Lifeforms in Hell, and he wouldn't have guessed that he could run into one from the Four Divine Beasts Clan so casually.

"My god! So strong? The direction he left in seems to be Liang'an City. Could he also be going to participate in the Hundred-Battle Victory? I feel like he's no weaker than our elder..."

Inside the Metal Lifeform, a youth from the Black Tortoise Clan couldn't help but mutter.

"What nonsense are you spouting? The elder is definitely stronger than him!"

A blue-haired youth beside him nudged him hard, then carefully glanced at Emmanuel. Seeing that the latter's expression didn't look too good, his heart tightened.

"That brat, his strength looks decent, but if he wants to fight me, it's not enough. If he really is going to participate in the Hundred-Battle Victory, then he can only become the loser under my hand."

Emmanuel looked at the younger generation of his clan with a cold expression and spoke in an icy tone.

Emmanuel was in a terrible mood. Because of Ren's appearance, the younger disciples who had been full of admiration for him actually started to doubt whether he could win. This was something he could not accept.

He had just boasted in front of everyone a second ago that winning the Hundred-Battle Victory would be easy for him, and the next second, a powerhouse suspected of participating in the Hundred-Battle Victory appeared, as if specifically to slap him in the face.

"Very well, you'd better not show your face in Liang'an City, or I definitely won't spare you!" Emmanuel cursed inwardly.

On the other side, Ren did not know that he was being targeted by Emmanuel. Traveling at full speed, he arrived at Liang'an City one day later.

"As expected of the city where the Prefect resides; it's much larger than the others."

Ren glanced at the city, which was far larger than Iceblood City, and flew straight toward the gate.

At this moment, outside the city, a large number of teams were queuing to enter, with each person required to pay an entrance fee of one Inkstone.

Ren ignored the queue and walked straight in. The soldiers of the City Lord's Mansion only glanced at his Demon Badge before looking away.

In Hell, ordinary gods must pay an entrance fee to enter a city, but Prefecture Army soldiers, Demons, and the Chief God Army can enter directly, which is considered a convenience.

"Although the size of each city varies, the internal structure and layout are generally much the same."

Ren walked through the streets of the city, looking at the various shops, and understood.

In the city, it is basically divided into three areas: residential, commercial, and the Battlefield. The residential area is where residents who have bought houses live; the commercial area is for various restaurants, services, and other places of enjoyment; and the Battlefield exists for combat.

At the same time, the Battlefield is also one of the two major ways to challenge a Prefect. In Hell, only those who have achieved a Hundred-Battle Victory in the Battlefield, and those who have just become Seven-Star Demons, can choose whether or not to challenge an Asura.

Originally, twenty million years ago, when Ren had just become a Seven-Star Demon, he was also qualified to challenge an Asura, but his strength wasn't enough at the time, so he gave it up.

In Hell, one can only issue a challenge to an Asura within ten thousand years of becoming a Seven-Star Demon. Once this time passes, the qualification for the challenge is automatically voided, and one must participate in the Battlefield again to achieve a Hundred-Battle Victory to prove themselves.

Otherwise, if the challenge qualification were permanent, it would mean that even if a Seven-Star Demon lost their strongest divine clone and only had an ordinary High-God clone left, they could still challenge an Asura.

And a Prefect cannot stay in the prefecture forever. If a Prefect were in seclusion and unaware of the outside situation, and a Seven-Star Demon who had lost their strongest divine clone used their Five-Star Demon clone to issue a challenge, the Prefect would not be able to fight in time. After ten thousand years, the Prefect would be judged as having failed to accept the challenge in time, and the position of Prefect would automatically change to a Five-Star Demon. This would become a joke.

It is rumored that countless billions of years ago, on the Kaluosha Continent, there was a Seven-Star Demon who, after his strongest divine clone fell, issued a challenge while a Prefect was in seclusion. After obtaining the position of Prefect, he mobilized the prefecture army to help him collect a large amount of wealth, and then fled directly.

Although this is hearsay and, after endless years, the truth can no longer be verified, the method of challenging a Prefect has indeed never changed for countless years: that is, to become a Seven-Star Demon, or to obtain a Hundred-Battle Victory to prove one's strength, and then issue a challenge to the Prefect within ten thousand years.

The Battlefield is located in the southwest of Liang'an City and covers an area of over a hundred miles. It is divided into three areas: Low-God, Mid-God, and High-God. Among them, the most popular is the High-God Battlefield.

The platform in the center of the Battlefield is a circular raised stage with a radius of over five miles. Surrounding it are dense, trapezoidal spectator seats. Looking at the stands, it can accommodate at least a million people.

Around the spectator seats, one can see Bifu Army soldiers in green uniforms from time to time. On one hand, this is to prevent the aftermath of the battles on the stage from harming the audience, and on the other, it is to prevent certain spectators from interfering with the battles on the stage.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~"

Even from hundreds of meters away, deafening cheers could be heard, and one could feel the intensity of the Battlefield.

Entering the Battlefield requires a fee of ten Inkstones. Ren did not linger; he threw down ten Inkstones and walked toward the registration point.

"I want to participate in the High-God Battlefield." Ren looked at the silver-haired girl in charge of registration and spoke.

"Okay, leave your name, your number plate is... hmm? Lord Ren?"

The silver-haired girl, who had been looking down with little interest, felt her ice-blue pupils shrink the moment she looked up, and she spoke subconsciously.

"My Lord, this is your number plate. You are number 6, and it will be your turn soon." Ophelia quickly regained her composure and respectfully handed the number plate to Ren.

Ren took the number plate without saying much, walked into the waiting area, and began to close his eyes to rest.

"Phew! I didn't expect that Lord would actually come here? Could it be that he wants to challenge the Prefect? This is a big deal! Could it be that I might also have the chance to see a Hundred-Battle Victory and a duel with an Asura?"

After Ren left, Ophelia, who had let out a sigh of relief, immediately began to brainstorm. Her tightly bound silver hair drifted, signaling her restless mood.

As the person in charge of Battlefield registration, although the silver-haired girl Ophelia did not have a high status, she was responsible for many tasks for the City Lord's Mansion. She had once had the honor of seeing the information on the emerging Seven-Star Demon who had risen twenty million years ago, the Iceblood Fiend Ren.

"Forget it, these aren't things for a small character like me to consider. Regardless of whether Lord Ren wants to challenge the Prefect, just watching Lord Ren's Hundred-Battle Victory is worth it for me."

Ophelia smoothed her silver hair, patted her cheeks, adjusted her mindset, and muttered to herself.