One-Hit Kill

On the Battle Arena, two distinct rays of light collided and intertwined. After several exchanges, a purple figure plummeted at high speed, slamming heavily into the ground. A handsome young man with brown hair and a look of horror on his face had blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression one of panic.

At the same time, another beam of red light descended to the ground, transforming into a red-haired giant over three meters tall.

This was a man of immense stature, the muscles on his arms bulging with visible veins. His long, flowing hair draped over his shoulders, and a semi-circular crescent moon was etched onto his forehead, giving his entire face a somewhat ferocious appearance.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to enter the Battle Arena with such meager skills? You aren't even worth me drawing my weapon. Go to hell!"

A hint of mockery appeared on the red-haired giant's face. He then moved, appearing before the handsome brown-haired youth in the blink of an eye.

"No, I surr—"

The handsome brown-haired youth's mouth hung slightly open, his instinctual reaction to call for surrender.

However, it was all too late.

A crimson light flashed in the brown-haired youth's eyes, manifesting as a fist engulfed in flames. In an instant, a Godhead and a Spatial Ring fell onto the arena floor, and the corpse was incinerated completely, leaving nothing behind.

"Prit! Prit! Prit!"

The previously silent auditorium erupted into earth-shattering cheers. The sound produced by a million spectators shouting in unison filled Prit with genuine pleasure.

"Who is next? Come out and die immediately!"

Prit laughed boisterously, his eyes scanning the opposite tunnel. He licked the corner of his mouth, his gaze filled with excitement and anticipation.

As a Five-Star Demon, he had been fighting for three consecutive days, achieving twenty-nine straight wins. If he won just one more, it would be thirty in a row. For him, this was already highly satisfying; after all, for a Five-Star Demon, fifty wins was practically the limit.

"Hmm? This person? He gives off a different feeling?"

When Ren slowly walked onto the arena, Prit stopped laughing, his expression tightened, and his flame-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Although Prit had never seen Ren before, years of intuition told him that this person's strength was far greater than his previous opponents. He absolutely could not afford to be careless.

"Everyone, this is now Prit's thirtieth battle. I wonder, will Prit create his thirty-win streak, or will it end here? Please welcome the next challenger, Ren!"

After a passionate voice rang out, the entire auditorium began to roar. Amidst the din, one could vaguely hear shouts like "Prit, kill him quickly!"

Ren ignored the fanaticism of the audience, walking to the center of the arena with a calm expression. He glanced casually at the red-haired giant before him and swept his gaze over the stands.

Surrounding the center of the arena, the stands were packed with a dense crowd of a million people, fueling the atmosphere of the entire venue. The types of spectators were bizarre and varied: some were creatures with bull horns on their heads, some had a third eye on their foreheads, and others were elf-like beings with divine wings sprouting from their backs.

If he had just arrived in Hell, Ren might have felt a sense of novelty. But now, having lived in Hell for tens of millions of years, he had seen all sorts of strange creatures and no longer found anything particularly special about them.

"You dare to lose focus? You look down on me that much?" Across the central arena, Prit's fists clenched instantly, his face turning a shade of livid.

Ren's attitude clearly showed he didn't take Prit seriously at all. Prit felt instantly humiliated. He was, at the very least, a peak Five-Star Demon; in his view, even if his opponent were a Six-Star Demon, they shouldn't treat him with such casual disregard.

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!" Prit sneered inwardly. With a flip of his right hand, a crimson battle axe radiating a cyan halo instantly appeared in his grasp.

"BOOM!!!"

Prit's right foot slammed into the arena, emitting a series of thunderous roars. His crimson hair billowed, and his flame-wreathed figure vanished from the spot.

In the blink of an eye, Prit reappeared above Ren. The flame axe was suffused with cyan light, transforming into a hundred-meter-long cyan giant blade amidst a crackling sound, slashing down toward the "defenseless" Ren below.

Prit's strongest attack—the Cyan Light Giant Blade.

By fusing the Fire Element with the Explosion Profound Truth and combining it with the innate physical talent of his true form as a Volcano Giant, this was his most powerful move, possessing a material attack comparable to that of a Six-Star Demon.

As a Five-Star Demon, Prit cultivated the Fire Law, and his true form was a Volcano Giant; he excelled in material attacks. At the very least, he believed that even a Six-Star Demon would have to go all out to withstand the power of this strike.

Although he was dissatisfied with Ren's attitude, Prit acted out of caution and went straight for his ultimate technique. He had been worried that Ren might be too fast and dodge, but seeing Ren show no intention of avoiding it, he felt slightly more at ease.

"Let's see how you handle this." Prit's eyes flickered as he stared at Ren's "slender" figure below.

He had sufficient confidence in his attack. If Ren couldn't block it, so be it; even if he had misjudged and Ren was actually a Six-Star Demon, resisting this move would take time, giving him enough of a window to call for a surrender. Thus, his position was secure regardless of the outcome.

Although the Battle Arena did not forbid killing, the prerequisite was not to deny the opponent a chance to surrender. If the opponent felt things were going poorly and called for surrender, one could not pursue them relentlessly.

Therefore, Prit was confident. Unless the Ren before him was a Seven-Star Demon capable of killing him instantly before he could even shout his surrender, but how could that be possible? How many years would it take for a Seven-Star Demon-level powerhouse to appear on the Battle Arena?

However, just as Prit was thinking this, Ren's indifferent voice echoed in his mind.

"The attack power is barely acceptable, but unfortunately, the speed is too slow! Furthermore, this kind of attack poses no threat to me."

Ren watched the cyan light blade rushing toward him at high speed, his eyes lifting slightly as he raised his right hand with complete nonchalance.

Cyan-blue divine power erupted instantly, spreading out from Ren as the center. Pale white mist surged, then suddenly condensed into a single entity, forming an ice-blue long dragon radiating a chilling aura, charging head-on to meet the light blade covered in cyan flames.

The cyan and blue divine powers collided in mid-air, causing fine ripples to distort the space. Then, the cyan light dissipated, and the fiery red divine power was swallowed up in an instant.

"What? How is this possible?" Prit's face changed drastically, his red brows filled with shock as he opened his mouth to speak.

However, the ice-blue long dragon gave him no chance. After devouring the cyan light blade, it charged straight toward the center of Prit's forehead.

In the moment before his Godhead fell, only one thought remained in Prit's mind—why would a Seven-Star Demon appear here?