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

"Yes!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Crack! Crack!

one another closely,

disappeared from

Booom—!

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

his arm in a clawed movement, directly aiming for his head. His attack was fast and fiercesome, leaving little time

SilverStar was not an Emperor for

at the claw, and several magic circles formed at the tips

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

Crack. Crack. Crack.

deflect the attack, the circle's power was not sufficient to stop the claw from reaching SilverStar's head, as they broke apart and continued

time this had happened, so SilverStar only had

that was exactly what

Swooosh—!

the attack, SilverStar pushed his body back as a breeze blew and his hair scattered. With a simple wave of his hand, his hair tied back together behind his

his wand, he aimed it at the demon. A large

an elegant tap of his staff, he

"Here."

circle transforming into a blue transparent energy

the incoming attack,

"Hmph."

expanding his wing, a majestic black hue began to form out his body. The entire arena

then squeezed into a fist, and the beam headed toward him was directly dispersed in the air, much

attack. Raising his hand that was clenched into a fist, he squeezed his back

to the crowd. The opposite could be said for SilverStar who stared at it

that DeathBringer threw was anything but casual, and

hand raised, three magic circles materialized next to him, forming a large shield

Bang—!

an enormous explosive sound, the shield started to ripple as

Crack.

outer shield. Trying to supplement the depleting mana of the shield with his own mana, SilverStar furrowed his

Crack.

then, the cracks continued to form on the shield. It wasn't long before a

"Kh..."

a step back and blood started to

teeth, he continued

Crash—!

second barrier collapsed, causing SilverStar's face to

was enough as a smile soon formed on his

attack finally ceased, leaving behind one

head to look at the crowd, he could feel

honestly sick

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

clench his teeth tightly. However, his anger disappeared as fast as it appeared.

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

'I should start now.'

In the meantime, DeathBringer had already rushed in his direction and was only a couple of meters away from

then that something

body suddenly halted, and a horrified look appeared on his face as

fast that no one was able to notice it. But it was enough time for

"Goodbye."

stopped moving and looked at one another as

***

open. His attention quickly turned toward the arena grounds below and he paused to

"Hmmm..."

Deathbringer, his eyes flashed

"I see..."

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

lazy eyes

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

that in that short moment he had turned to look away, the battle