Seven-Star Demon Duel, a Shocked Electra

"In that case, I shall trouble Steward Hobbs. Allow me a moment to tidy up, and I will go to meet that Ren shortly." Electra withdrew his thoughts and spoke in a flat tone.

"Then I will leave it to you, Mr. Electra. I shall return to report to the Prefect now." After a brief greeting, Hobbs left the mansion directly and flew toward Tamojin Lake to deliver his report.

"This Electra really is a strange fellow." After leaving the city, Hobbs couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Having lived in Hell for many years, Hobbs considered himself well-traveled. He had heard that many powerhouses, after living for endless ages, developed peculiar hobbies—some enjoyed chess, others liked fishing.

However, a hobby like Electra's was extremely rare; at the very least, Hobbs had only ever seen him do it. The fact that his disciple, Salomon, could maintain a state of sunny, smiling composure in such an environment made Hobbs mutter to himself in disbelief.

At the Battlefield, Ren had defeated his opponent with a single strike for the umpteenth time with overwhelming superiority, then looked toward the commentator on the stage, whose brow was etched with excitement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Ren has now achieved fifty-nine consecutive victories! If he succeeds, he will reach sixty! And next, he will face a special opponent. He is..."

The commentator paused deliberately, and as everyone's gaze converged upon him, he continued:

"He is the powerhouse who once achieved a Hundred-Battle Victory, the Prefect's strongest subordinate, the Nirvana Demon, Electra!"

As the commentator's voice fell, the entire arena fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into even more violent cheers, as if to drown out the entire Battlefield.

"Electra? Finally, he's here." A flash of brilliance crossed Ren's eyes as he looked toward the opposite tunnel, his expression becoming slightly more serious.

"Tap, tap, tap~"

Slow and steady footsteps gradually approached. A gaunt, gray-robed old man walked out step by step, unhurriedly. As Electra stepped onto the Battle Arena, the previously noisy auditorium instantly fell deathly silent. Everyone stared fixedly at the stage, terrified of missing a single moment of the spectacular clash between the two.

This was an old man in a gray robe. His eyebrows hung down below his eyes, his long hair was disheveled, and his eyes emitted two chilling rays of light—one side was gray-white, the other blood-red—looking incredibly eerie.

"Little one, you must be Ren. To become a Seven-Star Demon at such a young age, your talent is quite good. You strike first; let me see your strength. If you can catch my eye, you will be qualified to become a subordinate of the Prefect."

Electra stared straight at Ren, speaking in a flat tone, stating it as a matter of course, not taking Ren seriously in the slightest.

Upon hearing this, Ren raised an eyebrow, somewhat displeased: "Oh? Become the Prefect's subordinate? You? How unfortunate. I came here this time specifically to challenge the Prefect."

The two men's voices were not loud, but the entire Battlefield was deathly silent, so naturally, everyone heard them clearly.

"Boom!" The entire Battlefield instantly boiled over; almost everyone couldn't help but gasp after hearing this.

Challenge the Prefect!

These four simple words had not been heard for who knows how many years. To most ordinary gods, the Prefect was a symbol of invincibility, the pinnacle of divinity. Aside from the legendary great Sovereigns, the Prefect was the most powerful life form.

In Hell, there were only one hundred and eight Prefects. Their Prefect of Liang'an Prefecture was an old-school Asura who had existed for countless years. Whether it was the powerful Nirvana Demon Electra or Boyd, whose family was spread throughout Liang'an Prefecture, all had to bow their heads before the Prefect.

And today, someone said he was going to challenge this Prefect—how could it not be exciting? Although this current battle had yet to be decided and Ren did not yet have the qualifications to challenge the Prefect, some were already imagining what a magnificent spectacle a battle between Ren and the Prefect would be if Ren were to win.

"Hmm? Challenge the Prefect? Kid, you are arrogant!" Hearing Ren's "wild words," Electra suddenly raised his head, his drooping eyebrows suddenly standing upright, and a gray mist began to emerge from the surface of his body.

"Originally, I intended to give you a chance to become the Prefect's subordinate. Since you are overestimating yourself and seeking death, I shall dispose of you on the Prefect's behalf!"

Electra's surroundings were enveloped by the gray mist, and his originally withered figure suddenly became illusory, as if he had merged into the mist.

"Hum~"

The gray mist suddenly dispersed, then condensed into a single point, transforming into a hundred-meter-long pitch-black giant snake. Its scarlet eyes flickered with a bloodthirsty light, and its gaping maw lunged toward Ren at high speed.

"Boom!"

Blue light flashed in Ren's eyes, and his legs stomped hard on the arena floor. White water mist spread from Ren as the center, instantly forming a ten-meter sphere surrounding him.

"Ice Point—Break!"

Ren's figure moved violently, meeting the pitch-black giant snake's attack head-on. The white sphere of light surrounding Ren suddenly gathered on his right hand, then changed form, condensing into a hundred-meter-long blue sword shadow.

Accompanying the creation of the sword shadow, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, emitting a faint cracking sound, with sharp sword qi swirling around the blade.

"Boom!"

The blue blade sliced through space, cleaving down along the head of the pitch-black giant snake. In just an instant, the black snake head had no power to resist and was immediately severed, dissipating into gray divine power.

Mid-air, after neutralizing Electra's attack, the sword shadow's energy had been largely consumed, its volume shrinking by more than half. However, the remaining blue blade did not stop, instead continuing to slash toward Electra's direction.

"What? How is this possible?" Electra's expression changed instantly, and then, with a flip of his hand, a long black whip appeared.

Electra gripped it with both hands simultaneously, and the long whip instantly swung, rotating at high speed. More than a dozen black ribbons appeared, entwining the originally pitch-black whip body, and then the ribbons seemed to melt, condensing into an energy wall that blocked the path in front of Electra.

"Boom!"

After the intense collision, the blue sword shadow dissipated, and the black energy wall shattered. Electra stood in place with a gloomy face, his eyes fixed firmly on Ren.

"It seems I underestimated you." Electra spoke slowly, his voice no longer containing any contempt, but instead carrying a hint of gravity.

Without waiting for Ren to reply, Electra took a deep breath, then moved, transforming into thousands of phantoms that surrounded the entire arena. For a moment, Electra's figure was everywhere.

"To show my respect, I will kill you with my strongest attack!"

The cold voice echoed in Ren's mind, and at the same time, gray divine power began to erupt; the surfaces of Electra's numerous clones simultaneously began to burst forth with gray energy.