Fighting Makes Friends

The next bout began.

The Cat Demon beneath the arena struggled to get up, glaring venomously at Iron Pillar.

Then he slowly left.

Iron Pillar clicked his tongue in amazement.

"This Cat Demon was beaten into that state, yet he's still alive. Looks like he can even recover."

As expected, cats had nine lives.

The three of them found a place to rest in the woods and waited for the next day's bouts.

There was one bout each day, for a total of thirteen days. Anyone who won continuously through the eighth day would enter the top one hundred.

This was the Demon Race's territory. The three of them were too weak, so they couldn't stand out too much. Making the top one hundred was enough; there was no need to fight for a higher ranking.

Their second opponent was a Mid Heavenly Immortal Cow Demon.

Iron Pillar's eyes lit up when he saw him.

"This bull brother is incredible. Those muscles, that fur—tsk, tsk. One look and I can tell you've got explosive power and incredible stamina. You're the finest of the cattle."

If he took him back to plow the fields, he could probably plow a thousand acres a day. They'd never have to worry about running short of farmland.

The Cow Demon had no idea what Iron Pillar intended. Thinking that Iron Pillar admired him, he began to boast as well.

"Haha, I'm not blowing my own horn, but where I come from, no demon's strength can compare to mine. One punch from me can shake the earth and mountains."

That was indeed no exaggeration. Feng Xu could do it too.

"I feel like you're a kindred spirit, as if we've known each other for years. How about coming to my home? I'll prepare the finest food