On the Battle Arena, two different beams of light clashed again and again. After several exchanges, a purple figure plummeted at breakneck speed and slammed heavily into the ground. A handsome young man with brown hair and a horrified expression had blood at the corner of his mouth, his face stricken with panic.
At the same time, the other beam of red light landed on the ground and transformed into a red-haired giant standing over three meters tall.
He was a towering man, the muscles in his arms bulging with veins. Long hair flowed over his shoulders, and a crescent moon was etched into his forehead. His face looked rather fierce.
"Is that all you've got? You dare come to the Battle Arena? You weren't even worth making me draw my weapon. Die!"
The red-haired man sneered, then moved. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the handsome brown-haired youth.
"No, I surrender—"
The young man's lips parted as he instinctively tried to concede.
But it was already too late.
A flash of scarlet light crossed the brown-haired youth's eyes, becoming a flame-wreathed fist. In an instant, a Godhead and a Spatial Ring fell onto the arena, while his body was burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
"Prit! Prit! Prit!"
The audience, silent until then, erupted into earth-shaking cheers. The shouts of a million spectators filled Prit with heartfelt delight.
"Who's next? Get out here and die!"
Prit let out a wild laugh. His eyes turned toward the passage opposite him as he licked his lips, his gaze excited and expectant.
As a Five-Star Demon, he had been fighting for three straight days and had won twenty-nine matches in a row. One more win would give him thirty consecutive victories, which would be more than enough for him. After all, for a Five-Star Demon, fifty consecutive wins was about the limit.
"Hm? This guy... feels different somehow."
When Ren slowly walked onto the arena, Prit stopped laughing and his expression turned serious. His flame-like eyebrows drew together slightly.
Prit had never met Ren, but years of instinct told him that this man was much stronger than his previous opponents. He absolutely couldn't afford to let his guard down.
"Everyone, this will be Prit's thirtieth battle! Will he claim his thirtieth consecutive victory, or will his streak end here? Please welcome his next challenger, Ren!"
A rousing announcement rang out, and the entire audience began to roar. Amid the noise, shouts like "Prit, kill him!" could be heard.
Ren paid no attention to the frenzied spectators. He calmly walked to the center of the arena, casually glanced at the red-haired giant before him, and looked around at the audience.
The stands encircled the center of the arena, packed with people as far as the eye could see. A million spectators fueled the atmosphere. They were a bizarre assortment: some had horns on their heads, some had a third eye on their foreheads, and some were elves with holy wings behind them.
When Ren had first arrived in Hell, he would have found them fascinating. But after living there for tens of millions of years, he had seen all kinds of strange creatures and no longer found anything unusual about them.
"Daring to get distracted? Do you really look down on me that much?" Across the central arena, Prit clenched his fist, his face turning ashen.
Ren's attitude made it clear that he didn't take Prit seriously at all. Prit felt humiliated. He was a peak Five-Star Demon, after all. In his eyes, even if his opponent was a Six-Star Demon, he shouldn't treat him with such careless contempt.
"Since you're asking to die, I'll grant your wish!" Prit sneered inwardly. He flipped his right hand, and a scarlet battle-axe wreathed in a cyan glow appeared in his grasp.
BOOM!!!
Prit stamped his right foot onto the arena, sending out a series of thunderous booms. His scarlet hair billowed as his fire-lit figure vanished from where he stood.
In the blink of an eye, Prit reappeared above Ren. Cyan light enveloped his flaming battle-axe, which erupted with a blast and became a hundred-meter-long cyan blade. He brought it down on Ren, who seemed "completely defenseless."
Prit's strongest attack—the Cyan Light Giant Blade.
It fused the Fire Element with the Explosion Profound Truth and was powered by the innate physical strength of his true form, a Volcano Giant. It was a physical attack on par with those of a Six-Star Demon.
As a Five-Star Demon, Prit cultivated the Laws of Fire and was a Volcano Giant in his true form. Physical attacks were his specialty. He believed that even a Six-Star Demon would have to bring their full strength to bear to withstand this move.
Though Prit was unhappy with Ren's attitude, he had still decided to be cautious and unleash his strongest technique right away. He had worried Ren might be fast enough to dodge, but Ren showed no sign of trying to evade, which put Prit somewhat at ease.
"Let's see how you get out of this." Prit's eyes flickered as he stared at Ren's "small" figure below.
He had complete confidence in his attack. If Ren couldn't block it, then so be it. Even if Prit had misjudged him and Ren really was a Six-Star Demon, resisting the attack would take time—enough for him to admit defeat. That left him free to respond either way.
The Battle Arena allowed combat to the death, but only so long as you didn't give your opponent a chance to surrender. If they sensed danger and conceded, you weren't allowed to pursue them relentlessly.
Prit was therefore confident he had nothing to fear—unless Ren was a Seven-Star Demon who could kill him instantly before he could cry out in surrender. But how could that be possible? How many years passed between appearances of a Seven-Star Demon on the Battle Arena?
But as Prit pondered, Ren's indifferent voice reached his mind.
"Your attack power is passable, but your speed is too slow. And this kind of attack poses no threat to me."
Ren watched the cyan blade speeding toward him, raised his eyes slightly, and casually lifted his right hand.
Cyan-blue Divine Power erupted, spreading out from Ren. Pale mist billowed before suddenly gathering together and transforming into a giant ice-blue dragon, radiating cold as it surged toward the blade enveloped in cyan flames.
Cyan and blue Divine Power collided in midair, sending faint ripples through space. Then the cyan light faded, and the crimson Divine Power was instantly swallowed up.
"What? How is this possible?" Prit's face changed dramatically. Shock filled his red brows as he opened his mouth to speak.
But the ice-blue dragon gave him no chance. After swallowing the cyan blade, it shot straight toward Prit's brow.
In the instant before his Godhead fell, only one thought remained in Prit's mind: Why was there a Seven-Star Demon here?
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