"Didn't they say fighting is strictly prohibited?"
The young Ying Zheng asked, puzzled.
He wouldn't miss any chance to gather intelligence about the Reincarnation Game.
Mei Terumi explained, "Normally, players can't fight in safe zones like game towns, but the arena is specifically designed for players to battle and resolve conflicts."
Is that so?
The young Ying Zheng watched the disappearing Lai Pi She and Whitebeard, deep in thought.
It turned out that every world was the same, with omnipresent rules like iron chains, protecting the weaker party to some extent.
Just like the various states in the [Warring States World], they were constrained by morality, blood ties, and various complex yet intangible things, preventing them from easily invading weaker nations.
Nobles were bound by certain shackles, unable to openly slaughter slaves and commoners.
Unless, they possessed the power to truly break free from those shackles.
And now, he himself was bound by many invisible chains: there was Lü Buwei, there were the court officials, there were slaves, there were palace maids…
What he had to do was, like a spider, unravel everything, breaking every chain.
Battle formations, Daoist magic, Yin-Yang, magic…
Anything was fine, nothing mattered; his ultimate goal was to sweep away everything in his path.
[Saint Master has sent you an arena duel request. Do you accept?]
As Aizen expected,
The Saint Master, whose arrogance was visible to the naked eye, felt ignored. After witnessing the conflict between Whitebeard and Lai Pi She, he stared intently at Aizen.
Humans, Hollows, Soul Reapers, Quincy…
Including the intelligent demons he first encountered, as long as there were bonds, they couldn't control their emotions. This was also the tragic aspect of life.
Tsunade frowned tightly and said, "Even I would find it difficult to defeat the Saint Master."
Her words implied that Aizen should refuse.
After all, even if the Konoha Mobile Unit and the Shadow Organization were not on good terms, they were all players from Wood Leaf Village.
"It's fine."
Losing an arena duel only deducted reward points; it wouldn't cost one's life.
Aizen smiled gently and added, "Consider it a test of the Saint Master's strength."
Players like the Saint Master, whether they joined a player faction or were lone wolves, could rise rapidly.
If he could test the opponent's strength by losing a few reward points, it was indeed a good deal.
"Is that so?"
Tsunade remained noncommittal and did not continue to object.
To be honest, even now, she hadn't found any flaw in Aizen. The Fire Will burning within him far surpassed that of most native Konoha people.
But something just felt off…
[Arena activated. This random arena map: First Layer of Fire Hell.]
Cracked, pitch-black earth, with hot magma flowing through the fissures.
The entire forest was covered in flames.
The thick tree trunks, hundreds of meters tall, were crystal-red, emitting high temperatures, and even their canopies were red, burning fiercely.
As soon as he was teleported in, the Saint Master felt a surge of abundant flame power.
"It seems even the world is favoring me?"
The Saint Master provocatively lowered his body, his dragon claws spread wide, furiously gathering the dense flame power from all around.
Just the scorching temperature alone would have dried up lower-level players.
Aizen, clad in a white haori, seemed to shed some disguise. His gentle expression gradually faded, his eyes becoming as cold as moonlight.
Konoha Moonlight.
From beginning to end, the moon had no light of its own; it merely borrowed the sun's light for disguise.
The true moon was dead, cold, and incapable of sustaining any life.
"Although I am reluctant to shatter the illusions of life, as a senior who knows the arena rules slightly better than you, I must still offer a reminder."
Aizen's hand rested on the scabbard at his waist, his thumb gently pushing out a section of the blade.
Crack.
A sound like shattering glass echoed throughout the entire arena.
The Saint Master laughed disdainfully, pointing at him and saying, "The battle hasn't even begun, and your weapon has already been melted by the high temperature? What a frail human!"
Demons needed no weapons; their own bodies were the most powerful weapons.
He had considered that this might be Aizen's trick, but what if it was?
A great demon, a king who ruled the world, a primordial being that appeared at the birth of the world, could not possibly lose to a mere human!
Especially since the aura emanating from Aizen was not strong, too weak to pose any threat to him.
"What I mean is…"
Aizen stood still, calmly explaining the arena rules to the Saint Master.
However, the Saint Master suddenly felt a blur before his eyes. By the time he reacted, he hadn't noticed anything amiss.
Aizen was still standing in the same spot, without even moving his feet.
But his voice came from behind.
"The arena will judge based on the comprehensive strength of both combatants, and the environment will favor the weaker player."
"So, it's not that you're lucky; it's that you're too weak."
Thud.
His back was suddenly torn open, blood gushing out.
The human figure before him, like an ant, seemed to be blown away by the wind, gradually disappearing.
The Saint Master, enduring the pain, quickly dashed forward two steps to create distance, then turned to look at Aizen, who had inexplicably appeared behind him.
"You… used instant movement?"
The Saint Master clawed at his injured back, looking at the blood all over the ground, a look of astonishment flashing in his violent dragon eyes.
Could his perception be wrong?
He clearly sensed that with the opponent's strength, even if he stood still and let him attack, he couldn't break through his defense.
Although he was a demon sorcerer, and his body wasn't as thick as Dikui's, he was still a genuine demon. If an ordinary human swung a weapon at him, their arms would be shattered.
"My apologies, although some Soul Reapers do that, it has nothing to do with me. I don't have a habit of explaining my abilities to enemies."
Shatter, Mirror Flower, Water Moon (Kyoka Suigetsu)!
Watching Aizen slowly approach him, the Saint Master felt as if facing a formidable enemy, barely thinking that it was his own carelessness that led to being ambushed.
His crimson eyes fixed intently on the moving Aizen. As soon as the opponent disappeared… he would…
Thud.
A narrow blade pierced the Saint Master's chest.
Aizen's voice came from behind: "Don't completely trust what your eyes see. Sometimes, your eyes can lie."
How is that possible?!
The Saint Master's eyes widened. His gaze hadn't shifted for a second. Even with instant movement magic, there should have been spatial fluctuations.
He was the great Fire Demon, yet now he was being toyed with like an ordinary human by his opponent.
"No, despicable ant, I cannot lose to you!"
Flames blazed fiercely around the Saint Master, like a protective shield, enveloping his massive body.
"Worried about me getting close, so you're releasing an area-of-effect skill?"
Aizen nodded slightly in approval: "A good idea. As expected of a demon capable of ruling the world. However, it's not enough…"
"Arrogant!"
The Saint Master's massive figure was reflected within the flames, letting out sneers.
He admitted that his underestimation led to his injury.
However, if this human ant with strange abilities could only rely on Weird methods to sneak attack, then this battle should end now.
His entire body was covered in demonic flames. If Aizen still tried to cut him, he would only be vaporized into ash by the high temperature.
"Indeed, if it were the Aizen of before, he wouldn't be able to penetrate the demonic flames and wound you."
Aizen still maintained his nonchalant demeanor, taking a step forward.
"I am different from most players. I haven't enhanced any game skills. Since becoming a player, I have only done one thing."
"Tried every possible way to increase my spiritual attribute."
Aizen smiled widely, not minding the battle being prolonged.
Sometimes, revealing the truth to a beast trapped in a cage was also an interesting thing.
"So, when did you get the illusion that you had already released demonic flames to surround yourself?"
Thud!
The demonic flames that blazed fiercely around the Saint Master, twisting and evaporating the air, suddenly extinguished the next second.
Not even a trace of heat remained.
It didn't look like the skill was interrupted;
Instead, it was as if the Saint Master had never released the skill from the beginning, standing there naked, waiting for Aizen to cut him.
[Arena Victor: Aizen]
Reward: 50,000 reward points.
Note: Victor's reward is paid by the loser. If reward points are insufficient, valuable game items will be automatically deducted.
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