The Author's POV

While everyone focused on the empty grounds below, the crowd cheered raucously throughout the arena.

Everyone's attention was focused on a certain demoness as she stood in the middle of the arena with a bright smile on her face.

Opening her mouth, she emitted a sweet, seductive voice that filled the arena.

[For today's match on our left side we have DeathBringer, the current Emperor of the King bracket.]

As she spoke, the gate on the left side opened, and a demon appeared from the other side of the arena.

Seeing bat wings splayed across his back and a frame so enormous that it even put some orcs to shame, the crowd became even more enthralled.

"Kill!"

"Destroy that elf!"

"You better make me something you traitor!"

As he stopped in the middle of the arena, he did not bother to look at the crowd. Despite being a demon, he had no sense of attachment toward them. Rather, he despised them with all his being.

As he lowered his head to examine his right hand, his eyes lingered on a small black bracelet.

'Suppressor.'

It was an artifact created by demons that suppressed the wearer's rank. He had no choice but to wear it since the fight was between two Emperor ranks of different brackets.

The more he stared at the bracelet, the bigger the scowl on his face became.

"How fucking dare they..."

Flap—

He flapped his wings once, casting a huge shadow on the ground. An evident display of might by him.

In response to his readiness, the demoness reached across the arena with her right hand. There was an air of excitement in the crowd as her sweet voice swept through the air.

[And on our right side we have SilverStar, the current Emperor of the Duke bracket, and the challenger!.]

Slowly, the gates on the right began to rise. Unlike DeathBringer, SilverStar was met with a lot of hostility.

"Die you eleven scum!"

"I can't wait for you to die!"

"You better die, I bet a lot of money on you."

This was to be expected. Given their pride, the demons would still rather support someone from their own race over someone from another race, regardless of whether that person was a prisoner of war or had committed a hideous crime like ingesting another demon's core.

As SilverStar walked slowly toward the center of the arena, he ignored the noise from the crowd. At this moment, the only thing that was in his mind was his opponent.

DeathBringer.

As soon as he was a few meters away from DeathBringer, his feet stopped. As he stood at the opposite end of DeathBringer, everyone could see their differences in size.

It felt as though an ant was fighting up against a large monster. Their difference was incomparable.

While those who bet on SilverStar regretted their decision, those who bet on DeathBringer secretly rejoiced. The difference in size was enough for most people to feel more secure about their choices.

[Are you two ready?]

In that moment, the voice of the demoness was heard. The arena grounds instantly became intense as everyone stopped speaking for a moment.

"Yes."

"…Yes."

The two contestants answered at the same time. A satisfied smile spread across the demoness' face as she raised her hand and lowered it.

[You may begin!]

the aftermath of her words, the crowd became even more heated and shouted

"Yes!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Crack! Crack!

the two figures scrutinized one another closely, cracks

figures soon disappeared from their

Booom—!

the two figures disappeared and reappeared in front of each other, an explosive sound echoed throughout the arena. Their figures soon

movement, directly aiming for his head. His attack was fast and fiercesome, leaving little time for SilverStar to

SilverStar was not an

magic circles formed at the tips of

least for a couple of seconds as cracks soon started to form

Crack. Crack. Crack.

the claw from reaching SilverStar's head, as they broke apart and continued to

however, had lost most of the momentum by the time this had happened, so SilverStar only had

was exactly what

Swooosh—!

as a breeze blew and his hair scattered. With a simple wave of

his wand, he aimed it at the demon. A large magic circle formed at the tip of

of

"Here."

led to the magic circle transforming into a blue transparent energy

the incoming attack, DeathBringer

"Hmph."

black hue began to form out his body. The entire arena started to

beam headed toward him was directly

was clenched into a fist, he squeezed his back muscles and proceeded to throw a casual punch in SilverStar's

The opposite could be said for SilverStar who stared at it with

but casual, and

forming a large shield around him. The punch soon came into contact with

Bang—!

sound, the shield started to ripple as SilverStar's

Crack.

supplement the depleting mana

Crack.

It wasn't long

"Kh..."

back and blood

his teeth, he

Crash—!

collapsed, causing

enough as a smile soon

because after the second barrier collapsed, the attack finally ceased, leaving behind one

the crowd, he could feel their malice-filled eyes and words wishing him nothing but

honestly

sake of the demon's entertainment had become too much for him to stomach. It took all his willpower to keep a

clench his teeth tightly. However, his anger disappeared as fast as it appeared. Taking a deep breath, he calmed

his head he glanced toward one of the platforms. After a while, a soft smile

'I should start now.'

and a magic circle formed in front of him. In the meantime, DeathBringer had already rushed in his direction and

then that something

and a horrified look appeared on his face as he clenched

was able to notice it. But it was enough time for SilverStar

"Goodbye."

his spell. All the demons in the stand stopped moving and looked

***

Dragon snapped his eyes open. His attention quickly turned toward the arena grounds below and he paused

"Hmmm..."

his eyes lingered on the bracelet that rested on Deathbringer, his eyes flashed in a certain hue before they

"I see..."

as he turned his head to gaze in a certain direction. To be more precise, toward a specific

eyes sharpened for a brief

Dragon saw SilverStar standing in the middle of the arena with a cold look. On the ground

that short moment he had turned