Lancelot was a restless person, especially knowing that there were a lot of opponents waiting for him to fight. He was even less likely to be patient. After briefly glancing at the arena rankings, he officially began his arena journey by using the palace patterns on his hand.
Space distorted, engulfing Lancelot's body. The next moment, he appeared in a white, empty space.
"Please select a battle scenario. You can provide three keywords, and the Fate Arena will create a battle scenario that best suits your preferences."
The will of the Fate Arena spoke, echoing in Lancelot's ears.
Every Demigod entering the arena is allowed to choose a battle scenario that suits them. Then, the arena's will will select the battle scenario that the weaker side is better at based on a comprehensive assessment of the two sides' combat strength.
The combat power ranking is unrelated to the ranking, because some Demigod are powerful but unwilling to reveal their full strength, while others, like Lancelot, have just entered the Fate Arena. Although their combat power is high, their ranking is still low and they need time to climb the ranks.
"Starry Sky, lightning, light."
Not long after Lancelot finished speaking, the Arena's Will announced, "A suitable battle arena has been prepared for you. Please note that battles within the arena are absolutely real, not virtual simulations. Apart from the temporary erasure of the Law of Death, other Astral Realm laws remain in effect. This arena is not responsible for treating injuries such as physical wounds, soul tears, or will-piercing wounds. Please proceed with caution in every battle."
Having said all this, the will of the Fate Arena slowly receded, replaced by a rapidly changing space.
Stars emerged from the void, and a dense aura of lightning swept over them. Crackling arcs of electricity flickered intermittently, like mischievous sprites circling around Lancelot. As the world shifted, a blazing sun rose, larger than any star, instantly illuminating the entire Starry Sky. Darkness was completely dispelled, and light surged forth.
Lancelot stood in the Starry Sky, witnessing the scene before him that seemed to be the creation of the world, and his eyes rippled with emotion.
With a swift movement, he arrived atop a star, bent down, and the hard rock beneath his palm was barely better than tofu.
Examining the rock in his hand, Lancelot discovered that it was actually real, with a perfect material composition, and the microscopic particles were filled with rich natural elements, just like the normal world.
But this was precisely what surprised Lancelot: the Fate Arena had actually created a Starry Sky world to set up the battle scenes.
It's important to know that there are hundreds of millions of Demigod who have entered the Fate Arena. Each Demigod has created a battle world that suits them, which would amount to hundreds of millions of worlds.
Although these worlds are vastly different from other planes in terms of both status and size, this nonchalant attitude made Lancelot realize the terrifying depths of the Divine Realm.
If one can create billions of worlds at will, does that also mean one can Destruction just as many worlds at will? Generally speaking, Destruction is much easier than creation.
"The task is arduous and the road ahead is long..."
Suppressing the ripples in his heart and restoring his inner peace, Lancelot's eyes suddenly ignited with a pale golden flame of battle intent. Indistinctly, the flame seemed to transform into the shape of a furnace, rising and falling in his pupils, a truly wondrous sight.
With a thought, Lancelot, who was ready, notified the arena's will that the battle could begin.
"Deploying the opponent, countdown begins, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
The opponent had already arrived when the countdown began, but he was shrouded in a thick layer of light. At the same time, Lancelot also learned the name and record of this competitor.
The reason for letting the opponent arrive early was to give them time to prepare, to prevent Lancelot from launching a sneak attack, and to ensure a relatively fair battle.
As the last sound faded, the protective shield of light vanished, along with the opponents that had been enveloping it.
Within the dimensional interlayer, Edwin, nicknamed Shadow Mark, flickered rapidly in the shadows, thinking to himself, "So he's a newbie, and judging by his strength, he's weaker than me, which is why I entered his exclusive battle arena. However, judging from the composition of this environment, this guy should be a lightning and light-elemental Transcendent, which counters shadow-elemental attacks. I must finish this quickly; I can't drag it out!"
On the other side, Lancelot remained motionless, his mind flashing through Edwin's record: two wins and two losses.
"As expected, the first opponent I encountered upon my debut was also a newcomer..."
Muttering to himself, Lancelot slightly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as an arrow, fixed on a certain direction. The starlight followed his gaze, as if guiding something.
He can see me!
Shadow Mark Edwin's heart sank. He couldn't believe that his prized stealth ability had been discovered so easily.
With this thought in mind, Shadow Mark Edwin decided to launch a surprise attack ahead of schedule.
' Eye of Eternal Night!'
As an enormous, black-red pupil appeared, darkness, as deep as Nightfall, descended upon the Starry Sky, dispelling the light and obscuring the stars and moon, as if to shroud this world in darkness forever.
Nightfall fell at a speed comparable to the speed of light, arriving almost instantly. Shadow Mark Edwin, hidden beneath the Nightfall, naturally followed suit with a sudden attack.
Dark chains stretched out from all directions, like ferocious pythons flicking their tongues, attempting to entangle Lancelot's body.
At the same time, Shadow Mark Edwin, wielding a jet-black short sword, thrust it at Lancelot's neck from an extremely tricky angle. The short sword was covered with dense shadow laws, and a cold, venomous aura swept over him like a chilling current.
This sword strike was not only aimed at the physical body, but also at the energy structure and soul will within the body, carrying an exceptionally sharp Slaughter intent.
If it were an ordinary High-Rank Demigod, even if he wasn't killed, he would be flustered and confused in this kind of deadly situation, because Edwin's thrust speed was too fast, bringing out his advantages as an assassin.
What is Lancelot's nickname?
The Radiance of Holy Light!
Those Transcendent the light attribute are already known for their speed, and their other SSS+ Innovation Skill, King of Electromagnetism, incorporates spatial elements, making them especially adept at speed.
Shadow Mark Edwin's surprise attack, which seemed incredibly swift to ordinary High-Rank Demigod, was like a tortoise crawling on the ground in front of Lancelot. Not only was its speed negligible, but every move it made was also full of flaws.
Although Lancelot intends to use the Fate Arena to hone his Combat Skills and perfect his two Innovation Skill as much as possible, this does not mean that anyone is qualified to be Lancelot's opponent.
In Lancelot's view, only those ranked in the top 100,000 in the arena were worthy of his leisurely savoring. As for the other opponents?
Just push it horizontally!
Boom!!
Space shattered, opening a dark hole through which faint Holy Light flowed, eroding the broken chains of shadow. The two opposing energies annihilated each other into their original form.
"What?!"
The short sword missed its mark, causing Shadow Mark Edwin's expression to change. Then, a deadly threat came from behind him.
Shadow Mark Edwin instinctively tried to turn around and retaliate, but it was too late. Accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, an arm wrapped in lightning dismantled all his resistance in less than a fraction of a second.
A flash of white light, Shadow Mark Edwin vanished, returning to his private room.
"I... I've lost like this?"
Edwin stared in disbelief, his heart heavy with sorrow. He lowered his head, clenched his fist, and murmured slowly, "Is this what a true powerhouse is? We're both High-Rank Demigod, yet I was instantly killed... It seems another formidable figure will appear on the leaderboard! Terra ... I'll remember you!"
Lancelot has never cared much about the thoughts of his defeated opponents. Throughout his life, none of the opponents he has defeated have ever been able to surpass him. This has been true in the past, it is true today, and it will remain true in the future!
"The next opponent!"
Lancelot spoke in a deep voice, and an imposing aura, accompanying his words, soared upwards like a dragon, as if the sun were shining across the sky.
"Congratulations on your first victory! Your latest record has been updated to 1 win and 0 losses. We will now match you with a new opponent."
"... Match complete. Since your demonstrated strength is likely superior to this opponent's, this battle will take place in the opponent's combat arena. Teleportation initiation!"
A surge of white light engulfed Lancelot's body, and the next second, he appeared in a completely new world.
Flames shone from all directions, intensely hot. Looking down, crimson magma bubbled and bubbled, with rocky islands floating on the sea of lava.
On a rocky island, a female Demigod, about five meters tall, wearing a revealing and sexy red outfit, with an exceptionally exquisite face that perfectly matched the aesthetic standards of ordinary humans, stood there with one hand on her hip. In her other hand, she held a slender brass pipe, puffing out smoke with a languid and casual air.
"Flameheart, the Selena, has a record of 15 wins and 3 losses, which is much better than the last one. I hope she lets me have some fun!"
Lancelot habitually moved his neck, and billions of particles within his body moved in an orderly fashion, generating seemingly Endless power every moment. It was this sense of abundant power that made Lancelot's fighting spirit increasingly terrifying.
The instant the countdown ended, an overwhelming fighting spirit crashed down like a galaxy turning upside down.
A sudden gust of wind whipped at Flameheart Selena's wide robes, causing them to flutter and cling to her slender figure, while her long, curly hair was swept back.
"This guy..."
Flameheart Selena's pupils suddenly contracted. Although she knew that the opponent's combat power might be stronger than hers, this was just too strong.
"Just the clash of fighting spirits almost made me wet myself. What an... interesting opponent!"
Despite her apprehension, Selena showed no fear. With a wave of her hand, dense fire element instantly condensed, transforming into a fireball ten kilometers in diameter, trailing flames as it bombarded Lancelot.
Seeing this, Lancelot slowly stepped forward, lightning crackling on his fist, transforming into a roaring dragon head. With a punch, the Nulong roared out, instantly piercing through the fireball and shattering it, while its momentum continued to blast towards Flameheart Selena.
"So you're a dragon descendant, a powerful member of the Blue Dragon lineage?"
Flameheart Selena felt a ripple in her heart, but her hands moved without slowing down. She raised her hands and constructed layers of flame barriers in front of her. After the incoming thunderous Nulong passed through several layers of barriers, its power gradually dissipated, its head collapsed, and it disappeared.
While defending, Flameheart Selena was also preparing a counterattack. Her body seemed to have undergone a special magical transformation, and any part of her body could be used as a staff.
Fingers, joints, skin, eyes, and even strands of hair can be used to cast spells.
Similar schools of magic exist in the Elven Plane, known as the Demon Body Sect Faction, which is famous for its extremely high difficulty of cultivation and its Berserk offensive.
The initial fireball was merely a greeting gift, used to test Lancelot's true combat strength. After seeing him shatter it with a single punch, Flameheart Selena instantly unleashed her full power.
Her body floated up, and countless points of light appeared on her surface. In an instant, these points of light detached from her body and transformed into thousands of large fireballs, bombarding Lancelot relentlessly.
These massive fireballs were not scattered but interconnected, forming an extremely complex magic circle that not only imprisoned the space but also blocked all of Lancelot's escape routes, leaving him with no choice but to face the attack head-on.
"Each of my Blazing Flame Fireball has a temperature equivalent to the Core Zone of an ordinary star, and each can explode instantly, producing terrifying solar flames and light-attribute damage. Let's see how you block it!"
Flameheart Selena flailed her limbs wildly, as if she had entered a state of frenzy. Her entire body was trembling, as if she had transformed into a giant fireball launcher. She had completely lost the dignified demeanor she had when they first met, and instead, she gave off the impression of a madwoman.
You want to leave me nowhere to hide?
Lancelot walked on the lava, and the moment his foot landed, the surging sea of fire instantly calmed down, as if suppressed by an irresistible force.
"Unfortunately... I never even considered running away!"
If it were an attack of other attributes, Lancelot might have chosen to dodge it, but fire... Don't forget, his [Undying Holy Spirit] Innovation Skill contains the bloodline talents of four Phoenix.
He's also skilled at playing with fire.
' Origin Furnace - Flame Controller!'
With a thought from Lancelot, the Steel Feather Cloak twisted and transformed, its particles arranging to form a creation resembling a World Furnace, which appeared behind him, with golden flames the size of pea shoots, exuding an aura of all-encompassing power.
The talent "Flame Controller," which was originally no longer strong enough to keep up with Lancelot's power, has seen its strength increase dramatically, more than tripling, thanks to the enhancement of the Origin Furnace.
In an instant, the fire elementals that had been swarming around Flameheart Selena deserted and surged toward Lancelot.
Selena, who was frantically launching Blazing Flame Fireball, froze, her movements stiffening as if she had been forcibly pinned to mid-air.
She stared in disbelief at the traitorous fire elemental and the sea of lava that seemed to have become Lancelot's home ground. A forced smile appeared on her face, but her heart had suffered a critical hit of ten thousand points, truly breaking through her defenses.