The fact that ordinary Highgod are afraid does not mean that Andrew is afraid as well.
The ice sword was incredibly fast, and the icy mist instantly enveloped Andrew. The terrifying frost turned Andrew's blue coat white, and at the same time, the ice sword reached his heart.
Andrew's upper body remained still, but his right hand suddenly appeared in front of him. His normally unyielding hand abruptly grabbed the ice sword, bringing the unstoppable ice sword to a steady stop. The movement was as easy as catching a chick.
Steve's eyes widened in disbelief that his opponent could catch his ice sword with one hand. However, being a seasoned veteran with extensive experience, he trembled his hand holding the ice sword, and a dense cloud of icy mist enveloped Andrew's right arm. At the same time, the ice sword slashed horizontally, attempting to sever Andrew's palm.
The temperature of the icy mist was extremely low; Andrew could feel it, not only in his arms but also in the Divine Power within his body, as if it were about to freeze.
"Able to freeze Divine Power..." Andrew exclaimed, amazed by the wonders of the world. Without hesitation, Andrew released the ice sword. It wasn't that he couldn't hold onto it, but rather that he wanted to see just how powerful his opponent was.
With the ice sword free, a smug glint flashed in Steve's eyes. His greatest trump card was this ice mist, an innate talent he possessed. Since his breakthrough to the Highgod, no one who had been touched by the ice mist had been able to escape.
"Hmph, no matter how strong you are, the ice mist can't kill you, but it can greatly reduce your speed and defense!"
Steve thought to himself, he was well aware of the power of the ice mist.
In his hundreds and thousands of battles throughout his life, some opponents could not withstand the onslaught of the icy mist and died on the spot. Others were able to withstand it, but after being hit by the icy mist, their Divine Power and divine body would be greatly affected, and they could only exert 50 or 60% of their full strength, and their combat power would be reduced by more than half, thus falling to Steve's ice sword.
"Call out!"
"Call out!"
"Call out!"
Around Andrew, Steve conjured several figures using uncanny movement, surrounding Andrew. At the same time, his ice sword thrust out from all directions, each attack stronger than the last. After several strikes, the arena was covered in ice and snow.
At that moment, everyone was stunned, and the entire Battle Arena fell silent.
"Clang!" A crisp sound echoed throughout the Battle Arena as a broken ice sword fell onto the stage.
Steve, who was launching a relentless offensive, unexpectedly retreated to the edge of the ring, while Andrew remained motionless in his original position.
"Powerful, incredibly powerful!"
Kneeling on one knee, Steve could no longer remain calm. Just moments ago, when he thought he could pierce the other's head, Andrew had once again grabbed his ice sword with his right hand. This time, with a slight jerk, he snatched the ice sword from his grasp.
Not only did they steal it, they also shattered the ice sword!
Andrew watched Steve quietly, a hint of admiration in his heart. Just now, when he snatched the sword, the powerful force flowed through the ice sword to Steve's body. He originally thought that this blow would throw Steve off the stage, but he didn't expect him to withstand it.
"He has mastered all six profound Mysteries of the Water Element, and has also fused the Mid-level Profound Mystery ' Sharpness of Ice ' and the High-level Profound Mystery Mist Illusion's Illusion.' Combined with his Water Element talent, his attack power has reached the level of Six-Star Fiend."
After a few moves, Andrew fully understood Steve's strength. At this point, he no longer had any killing intent. After all, such a Special Lifeform was very difficult to create, and he had no need to kill him.
"You may leave," Andrew said softly.
Steve stood up, and the broken ice sword on the ground seemed to flow back into his hand like water, becoming as good as new.
"You are the most powerful god I have ever seen!" Steve said, enunciating each word clearly. "I am not as strong as you now, but I will definitely defeat you in the future! Let me go, and you will regret it!"
Shaking his head, Andrew smiled, "There are countless powerful beings in the Infernal Realm, many stronger than me, you just haven't seen them. Besides, even if I let you leave, you won't have a chance to challenge me." Andrew spoke with extreme confidence. Even if Steve's talent was astonishing, his ultimate peak would only be the Paragon. What kind of strength would Andrew possess once he reached the Paragon?
Steve gave him a deep look, and the ice sword in his hand disappeared. Instantly, the ice and snow on the arena also vanished.
"We'll meet again." With those words, Steve turned and left without hesitation.
Then the referee's voice rang out again.
"That was amazing! I dare say, that's the most exciting fight I've ever seen! Challenger Steve is incredibly strong, but Andrew is even stronger!"
The spectators in the Battle Arena cheered, everyone was excited. The battle didn't last long, but the strength shown by both sides had already won everyone over.
Soon, the Battle Arena arranged a third opponent for Andrew, an ordinary Highgod. Andrew defeated his opponent without much effort. He didn't kill in this match either. Killing wasn't important to him; as long as he achieved a hundred consecutive victories and qualified to challenge the Lord of the City, that was enough. As long as his opponent didn't offend him, he would show mercy.
The fourth match...
The fifth match...
The sixth match...
In less than an hour, Andrew had won ten consecutive matches. Gradually, everyone could see that Andrew was playing with ease, as if he hadn't exerted any effort at all. In the previous nine matches, only Steve could handle two of his moves.
"Ten consecutive wins! Ten consecutive wins! Today, we witnessed the birth of another ten-win streak champion!"
A loud sound echoed across the Battle Arena.
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered loudly. A ten-game winning streak may seem simple, but in reality, it's impossible to achieve without considerable skill. Every player who achieves a ten-game winning streak deserves everyone's respect.
In the Battle Arena, it is such a strong person who is truly exciting.
According to the rules, a maximum of ten consecutive wins are allowed in the Battle Arena each day. After defeating his tenth opponent, Andrew left the ring, followed by cheers from the crowd.
After reuniting with Bernistan, the two headed towards the Lowgod Challenge Zone, where they happened to encounter Deenmike's battle.
Andrew and Bernistan quietly sat down, while on the stage, the two were locked in a fierce battle, exchanging blows.
"Elder, do you think Deenmike can win?" After watching for a while, Bernistan couldn't help but ask. The two on the stage were evenly matched, and even with Bernistan's keen eyesight, he couldn't tell who would win.
Andrew said, "This opponent is no simple matter; he should also have Divine Beast Bloodline. Although Deenmike hasn't Dragonform, the opponent has held back. More importantly, the two of them are on the same path, both choosing to Fusion Law to become Midgod."
Bernistan looked at Deenmike's opponent with some surprise. In the Infernal Realm, many people knew the importance of the Fusion Law, but not many people actually chose to Fusion Law from the beginning, because the Fusion Law was too difficult and slow to cultivate. And Infernal Realm was a place where life was always in danger, not allowing for leisurely cultivation.
Those who choose this path are mostly descendants of powerful families or strong individuals. They have cultivation resources, a safe environment, and guidance, which allows them to continue on this path.
"However, Deenmike's soul power is stronger, and he has other Divine Clone, while his opponent only has one Destruction Divine Clone. If it comes down to it, Deenmike will definitely win in the end!" Andrew was still very confident in Deenmike. Even before his baptism, he had talents in Earth Element and Lightning Element. In Earth Element, he was just one step away from becoming Midgod. In terms of Divine Power reserves, he definitely surpassed his opponent.
Just as Andrew had predicted, the two fought to the bitter end, their battle a test of exhaustion. The surrounding spectators were stunned; they had never witnessed such a spectacular battle Lowgod. In terms of sheer power, even many Midgod could not match the two of them.
" Mick!" Mick is an alias for Deenmike.
" Quasman!" Quasman is the name of Deenmike's opponent.
The audience cheered excitedly for the two, their shouts echoing throughout the Battle Arena.
"Bite!"
"Clang!"
On the arena, the sounds of their weapons clashing echoed continuously. By now, both of them were exhausted, and the initial impact had gradually subsided.
"Bang!"
With a violent collision, the two figures separated.
"You've lost!" Deenmike said to his opponent from the edge of the ring. Quasman's armor was shattered, and he was barely managing to stay upright by supporting himself with his sword.
Looking at Deenmike, Quasman grinned, revealing his white teeth. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his expression was somewhat ferocious.
"You think you can beat me? Dream on!" Quasman took out a drop from his spatial ring and swallowed it. Instantly, his Divine Power was restored to some extent.
Deenmike maintained his cold expression and performed the same action as him.
"You have ' Divine Essence Liquid,' and so do I!"
What the two swallowed was " Divine Essence Liquid," which could accelerate the recovery of Divine Power.
Quasman hardened his heart and said, "I knew it, you're not simple either. I wasn't planning on using this, but you forced me to!" After saying that, he suddenly put away the divine weapon in his hand and took out a short bow. The short bow was filled with a strong aura of destruction, and its energy was extremely powerful.
Then he took out five more arrows, each one black and utterly ethereal.
"A short bow, Highgod Artifact! God-Slaying Arrow! This is bad!" Bernistan exclaimed, as did the other spectators. Instantly, the atmosphere in the Battle Arena changed drastically.
Looking at the artifact in Quasman's hand, Andrew was also a little worried. However, he was more curious about what Deenmike would choose: to surrender or to fight back?
"Let me tell you," Quasman's arrogant voice echoed across the Battle Arena, "This shortbow was specially forged for me by my grandfather. In terms of power, even many Highgod Artifact cannot compare. And these five God-Slaying Arrow are also more powerful than those commonly seen. Even if I were to use them now, I could snipe Highgod!"
Quasman's words once again shocked the entire audience. Everyone stared at the bow and arrow in his hand, their eyes burning with fervor. Many thought Quasman was boasting, but more chose to believe him. To possess such strength even as Lowgod, Quasman's origins were certainly extraordinary. Therefore, it was only natural that he would bring out Highgod Artifact and the even more powerful God-Slaying Arrow.
"A divine artifact that could make Lowgod so confident in killing Highgod?" Andrew's divine sense enveloped the divine artifact in Quasman's hand, observing it carefully. To be honest, because he hadn't cultivated for long, he hadn't forged any divine artifacts, and even his personal weapon, the God -Godslaying Saber, was only Midgod's divine artifact.
After examining it, Andrew felt a sense of admiration for the person who crafted this divine artifact. He had seen many Highgod Artifact, and even possessed Sovereign Artifact, but this Highgod Artifact was undoubtedly the most exquisite one he had ever seen.
Generally speaking, to unleash the power of Highgod Artifact, a corresponding Highgod Power is required. The same Highgod Artifact will have drastically different power in the hands of Lowgod and Highgod, because Lowgod cannot fully activate Highgod Artifact.
However, this magical artifact is different.
"The one who forged this short bow must have been a Asura level expert," Andrew guessed, though he was about 70-80% certain.
Forging divine artifacts is not difficult, but it is not simple either, especially those with great power. Without sufficiently profound cultivation and a deep understanding of the Laws, it is impossible to forge them. The short bow in Quasman's hand is a Highgod Artifact with the attribute of destruction. In terms of aura, it is more powerful than the longsword that Andrew once used.
"Most importantly, this shortbow automatically stores a certain amount of Highgod Divine Power from a high-level god. As long as the owner of the shortbow activates it slightly, the Destruction Divine Power within will erupt. No wonder Quasman was confident in killing Highgod; the Divine Power within the shortbow is something even Five-Star Fiend couldn't withstand."
Andrew's soul was incredibly powerful, and he quickly grasped everything about the shortbow. He recalled that in the original book, after Beirut gave Bebe the Divine Spark Dagger, he also gave him several black beads, which contained a trace of Beirut's power. Andrew suddenly felt that there were some similarities between the two.
Andrew remained remarkably calm as he watched Quasman shouting in the ring. At this moment, Andrew was more concerned with Deenmike's reaction than Quasman's presence.
Deenmike was exceptionally talented from a young age and had a smooth journey. Quasman was the first invincible enemy he faced.
"Next time, I'll have to prepare some life-saving supplies for Herbert and the others too..." As he worried, an idea flashed through Andrew's mind.
On the platform, Quasman had already stood up, holding a bow in one hand and an arrow in the other, a smug expression on his face.
"How despicable..." The spectators, having grasped the situation, cursed Quasman angrily. In many people's eyes, the Battle Arena was a place for fair combat, where everyone competed based on true strength. People like Quasman, who relied on divine artifacts to win, were the most despicable.
Faced with a torrent of insults, Quasman was filled with shame and rage. His eyebrows trembled as he tried to calm his anger.
"Kid, you still won't admit defeat! Kneel down obediently and I'll spare your life!" Quasman stared at Deenmike like a venomous snake, making a highly insulting demand.
Deenmike's face remained expressionless; he simply stared coldly at Quasman.
Quasman thought Deenmike was mocking him, and his face flushed red and then turned pale, looking very guilty.
However, he quickly recovered and God-Slaying Arrow onto his shortbow.
"If you don't admit defeat, then die." Quasman banished all other thoughts from his mind and aimed his bow and arrow at Deenmike.
"Fight!" Deenmike showed no fear. He steadily raised his longsword, the tip pointing at Quasman. His expression was calm, as if he hadn't even seen the powerful artifact.
At this moment, the Lowgod Deenmike appeared as towering as a war god.
"War!"
The audience's passion was ignited by a single word from Deenmike, and his roar Vibration the entire Battle Arena.
"Good lad!" Andrew's eyes were full of satisfaction and admiration. Putting everything else aside, just based on Deenmike's attitude and courage in the face of strong opponents, his potential was limitless!
Bernistan was just as pleased as Andrew. Among Andrew's descendants, the one he favored most was Deenmike. In his view, Deenmike not only had a high bloodline concentration, comparable to the third generation of the Redding Clan, but his temperament and comprehension were also top-notch. Given time, he would surely become an elder of the family, or even the family's ace.
On the other hand, the Emperor Wing Fiend and Herbert were somewhat worried.
"Uncle Stuart, what should we do?" Herbert anxious. Even from this distance, he could feel the power of the artifact in Quasman's hand. He had no doubt that as soon as Quasman let go, Deenmike would definitely not escape that arrow!
The Emperor Wing Fiend was also struggling internally. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly stood up.
"There's no other way. As long as Deenmike doesn't admit defeat, this fight will continue... Now, I'm the only one who can bring Deenmike down!"
"No!" Herbert quickly grabbed him. Having been in the Infernal Realm for decades, he was very familiar with some of the Infernal Realm rules, especially those of the City of the Sovereign. Fighting was strictly forbidden in the City of the Sovereign; the only place where combat was permitted was the Battle Arena. And the Battle Arena had its own rules: no one was allowed to interfere in the battles on the arena, otherwise it would be considered a provocation against the Sovereign!
Provoking the Sovereign... Let alone the Emperor Wing Fiend being just a Seven-Star Fiend, even the supreme Asura wouldn't dare to do such a thing!
The Emperor Wing Fiend knew his decision well, and he understood the consequences of it far better Herbert.
" Andrew entrusted you to me, and I will guarantee your safety!" The Emperor Wing Fiend had lived for countless years, and life and death had long since faded in his eyes. For such a proud person as him, a promise was far more important than life itself.
"You'll die if you do that! If Father were here, he wouldn't agree either." Despite his concern for Deenmike's safety, Herbert wouldn't let the Emperor Wing Fiend risk his family's lives, so he held onto the Emperor Wing Fiend tightly, trying to stop him.
" Herbert, release..." He started to say, but the Emperor Wing Fiend suddenly laughed and then sat down.
Herbert was confused; he didn't understand why the Emperor Wing Fiend had suddenly changed.
"Don't worry, Andrew is here!" the Emperor Wing Fiend said softly.
On the ring.
Quasman looked at Deenmike, whose fighting spirit remained undiminished, at his imposing appearance and unstoppable aura, and at the cheering audience below, hatred, jealousy, and anger surged into his heart.
"You want to die? I'll grant your wish!" Quasman roared, "Die!"
A three-foot-long God-Slaying Arrow shot from the short bow, its black body transforming into a black Lightning that Lightning across the narrow arena, pointing towards Deenmike's head.
"Hoo..." The moment the God-Slaying Arrow was fired, the clamor in the Battle Arena disappeared, leaving only heavy breathing.
"Get out of the way!" Countless people cheered for Deenmike in their hearts. In their eyes, Quasman was a nobleman's son full of sins, while Deenmike was a commoner hero. Just a moment ago, the commoner hero had overwhelmed the nobleman's son with his strength, but now, the nobleman's son was using despicable means to try to kill the commoner hero.
At this moment, however, Deenmike had no thoughts in his mind. He simply watched the God-Slaying Arrow flying towards him, his mind blank, empty, without a trace.
"Am I going to die?" An arrow pierced through space and flew in, freezing the air around Deenmike. He tried to dodge, but the immense pressure from the surrounding space held him firmly in place, preventing him from moving even an inch.
The words "death... life..." flashed through Deenmike's mind. With all his might, he raised the sword in his hand and thrust it at the God-Slaying Arrow.
Although it was all in vain, the speed of the God-Slaying Arrow was much faster than the longsword in his hand!
"Boom!"
A loud bang came from the arena, and everyone looked to see that Deenmike was not dead.
"What's going on?" At this moment, the audience saw clearly that there was a figure on the stage. This person was standing in front of Deenmike, blocking the fatal arrow for him. What was most surprising was that the God-Slaying Arrow could not penetrate his body when it hit him.
A powerful Divine Power erupted from the arrow, impacting everything on the arena. Even Quasman, who was shooting the arrow, was knocked back by the impact. However, the figure that blocked the arrow remained completely still.
This man was Andrew.