[Qinglin believed in her heart that the seemingly unremarkable Third Prince had merely guessed correctly through sheer luck.]
[With your paltry third-tier cultivation, how could you possibly see through the outcome of a clash between sixth-tier demon cultivators?]
[Even she and Guizhi had failed to unravel the mysteries of the illusion art in the previous demon bout. What discerning eye could a low-realm Third Prince possibly possess?]
[With the first bout in the Demon Fighting Arena concluded, the heavy gates on either side of the platform slowly opened, and two auras surged out of the dark passageways.]
[After only a slight probing with your senses, your gaze fell on the passage to the left. That extraordinary, surging aura did not belong to the Demon Race. It actually belonged to a human!]
[A tall, straight-backed figure slowly stepped out from behind the gate. He was a young human man clad in crimson battle armor, his bearing imposing and the Dao resonance around him deep and substantial.]
[His long black hair hung unbound and freely over his shoulders. Divine light faintly swirled within his deep eyes, concealing a keen edge, while his features were handsome and resolute.]
[With only a cursory examination, you discovered that his cultivation reserves and oppressive aura surpassed even those of Tianyue and Hu Su, the two demons who had just fought.]
[You were not alone. In the stands, Jinhai, Qinglin, and the other demon cultivators grew solemn and turned to look.]
[The spiritual radiance of his crimson armor shone fiercely in the arena's light, and a vast, intimidating pressure swept across the entire venue.]
[Goodman Bloodpine exclaimed in wonder, "He has actually reached sixth-rank perfection!"]
["I never expected the Northern Sky Prison, a place for imprisoning evil and suppressing wickedness, to harbor someone like this, who has