In the arena, the alluring succubus introduced the two combatants to the audience with a touch of excitement. After glancing toward the VIP stands, "Flame Demon" Reka chose to fight barehanded. He spoke only five words to Number 64: "Are you ready to die?"
To the succubus host's surprise, Number 64 made no declaration about betting this time. By sheer coincidence, he too used exactly five words: "Don't disappoint me."
The battle hailed as the strongest clash among mid-tier demons began. The audience held its breath, ready to witness the fiercest collision. Yet after the two men assumed their fighting stances, neither moved. They merely stared hard at each other, as though each sought a flaw in the other's gaze.
If gazes were weapons, they would have clashed hundreds or thousands of times in an instant. Reka's eyes resembled a volcano brewing an eruption—once unleashed, it would shake heaven and earth—while Number 64 was as calm as a lake, boundless strength hidden beneath deep tranquility.
Just as the audience was beginning to grow impatient, someone finally moved first. Unexpectedly, it was Number 64.
The instant Number 64 moved, a glint flashed through both Royce's and Alaux's eyes. Cries of surprise rang out from the audience below. Number 64 had vanished!
Almost at the same time, a rapid succession of strikes sounded beside Reka. "Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Reka had already assumed a defensive posture, his body trembling without pause. Clearly, he was on the back foot. Some particularly sharp-eyed spectators could already make out Number 64's faint figure flickering repeatedly around Reka, while cracks gradually spread across the ground beneath Reka's feet.
In the stands, the Dark Elf Jess's face turned an unusual shade of pale. His pupils contracted as he stared fixedly at that rapidly flashing figure in the