After Xia gradually emerged from the shadows, the originally noisy arena gradually quieted down.

This aura of evil charm and arrogance coexisting made people wonder if he had been replaced by someone else.

"He should have awakened the brave temperament of a lion..."

If one had to describe the first impression Xia gave here—

It could only be described as a scout squad leader of the Demon King's special forces who had fallen after being corrupted.

The blood-dyed, dark, double-layered leather armor was close-fitting on the inside and wide on the outside, with robe-like sleeves. A scarf-like collar covered his mouth and chin.

His left hand held the transparent umbrella on his shoulder, and several willow-leaf daggers appeared in the fingers of his right sleeve.

For a time, only the sound of swallowing saliva remained in the arena. People seemed to have been awakened by some kind of fear. There seemed to be something about him that even the demons in the images that caused the northern panic did not possess.

"Xia!"

Viscount Levin Kingston stood up, supporting himself on the armrest. In his slightly blood-pressure-unstable vision, the entire arena seemed to have its colors reversed, becoming silent, with only slight noises indicating that time was still flowing.

But.

The deep red figure seemed unable to hear this call, or perhaps he heard it but could not turn back, or perhaps his heart was as firm as xuan tie (dark iron) and he just continued to walk forward.

Viscount Levin Kingston could only stare blankly at Xia's unfamiliar back, getting further and further away from him, until he stepped onto the arena stage.

Beneath the indelible blood and killing intent was the sin of daring to act and take responsibility. The originally clear and brave young man was now standing in a pool of turbid blood.

God knows how many people he had killed these days to possess such a near-solidified fierce aura. This could never be achieved through careful training, but rather through constantly walking between life and death, piled up with human lives!

Viscount Levin Kingston, who had been on the battlefield, knew this very well.

On the ground.

On the other side of the arena stage, Viscount Dean Boone's son, who had been waiting on the clean and bright marble floor, narrowed his eyes slightly, then snorted in disdain.

"Heh, are you the young lady? If you put on a skirt, you might actually look good."

Dean smiled pitifully.

If just a frightening aura was useful, then the Protos Royal Magic Academy would have opened its doors to Xia long ago. A second-tier fallen assassin could not possibly be a match for him, a warrior who had undergone orthodox training.

This was the unbridgeable gap between professional training and unorthodox methods caused by the family's strength and accumulation of resources.

"..."

Xia slowly ascended the stage, his mouth forming a straight line, his pupils seeming to only see a pig to be dissected.

He ignored Dean, quietly waiting for the command to begin the slaughter like a well-trained soldier.

Dean's eyes gradually turned cold, and he clenched his finger joints.

Although the rules of this competition stipulated that he could not harm his opponent's life.

But if he accidentally made a mistake, Viscount Kingston couldn't do anything to him.

Xia wasn't even considered a member of their Kingston family. His father had already said to strike hard and he would help him smooth things over.

On the contrary, Xia couldn't strike a fatal blow. If he injured him, Viscount Boone wouldn't let Xia get away with it today!

There were still dozens of seconds before the start of the match.

A cloud that had just floated over the arena was blown away by the wind, revealing the bright winter sun again. The light and shadow climbed onto the faces of the spectators, and their voices and vitality were restored again.

They did not know why Xia's transformation had happened, or what it specifically represented.

But perhaps it was this unexpected direction of strengthening that brought more to the competition!

In the high-altitude VIP seats, Lilith watched the arena in silence, her eyes always locked on Xia.

Not far away on the other side, Viscount Levin Kingston looked in the direction of his daughter, then looked at Xia again. For some reason, the nerves in the back of his head throbbed, reminding him of the news of the past two days—

Many Ghost Party strongholds outside the city-state had been wiped out like a storm, and the members had been brutally murdered, as if to kill one as a warning to a hundred.

Strangely, members of the fourth tier or above were almost all killed with one blow, but the corpses of members below the fourth tier were quite miserable, causing panic among the Ghost Party.

Because it was too cruel and bloody, several lords of the Snowfield Province did not dare to publicly report the specific situation of this good news before clarifying the truth, for fear of panicking the residents as well.

It shouldn't... be...

Viscount Levin Kingston said to himself in his heart, with only the voices of the people rising and falling in his ears.

"Legend has it that the most famous family inheritance magic of the once-famous Candice family of the Empire is a mental telekinesis magic mixed with human magic runes and elf magic runes, which can present the heart image of the head of the family. Young Master Xia's heart image is an umbrella. Presumably, if it can transform into other weapons as he awakens, it will be his opportunity to win!"

"Yes, that's how it's usually written in the storybooks, it's about to get exciting! Even if you temporarily fall into darkness, you can exchange it for new power!"

Under the winter afternoon sun, the hour hand on the big clock was gradually turning to the hour.

Although Xia's temperament had a strange feeling, it might just be a performance style he chose.

After all, as the relatively weaker party in terms of strength, being able to present a more suspenseful and unknown arena scene to the audience is undoubtedly more attractive.

Clang... clang.

As the hands of the clock tower pointed towards the sky, the deep chimes rang.

Each deep and rhythmic strike announced the fierce competition that was about to begin.

In the reverberation of this sound, the shouts and expectations of the audience in the arena instantly formed a lively uproar.

When the last chime ended leisurely, the competition began. Winners and losers, honor and regret, would all be determined in the time ahead!

At this moment, on both sides of the center of the arena, Xia Candice and Dean Boone looked at each other, and an unspeakable sense of oppression permeated the air.

It seemed that as soon as one side made a move, it would trigger a storm-like fierce battle.

"The match—begins!"

The high shout of the commander of the Kingston City Knights, as the referee, cut through the brief silence. With this command, the battle was about to break out!

Xia, who was expected to adopt a guerrilla tactic, did not consider his assassin's duties at all. Like a ravenous beast, he opened with a direct charge. Even the white mist overflowing from the corners of his mouth between breaths seemed to be filled with a deep desire for slaughter!

Dean, who was facing him, was obviously slightly hesitant for a moment because Xia had taken the initiative to come to him, but he soon curled his lips into a smile. An assassin who was lower tier than him dared to fight him, a warrior, head-on, which saved a lot of trouble.

Thus, the sound of weapons clashing in an instant erupted in the center of the arena, spreading out circles of buzzing sound waves, causing the hair of the audience far away in the stands to flutter slightly, and they widened their eyes and watched the field nervously. The battle broke out faster than they expected, and in an instant, it intensified.

Both sides were driven by some primitive force, and they began to fight each other without giving in!

For Dean, it was more like a fight.

For Xia, it was more like a slaughter.

Xia, who was obviously weaker in strength and stamina, seemed to have lost his sense of pain. With a crazy smile on his face, he wanted to cut off Dean's flesh and blood, as if this battle did not bring him a trace of fear, but a pure enjoyment!

Dean was a little panicked. Xia didn't seem to care about the rules and restrictions of this competition at all, and he only wanted to kill him from the beginning!

Moreover, unlike Dean's murderous intent with a little malice, Xia's killing intent was a hundred times purer than his. Standing here, he was born to fight, until death.

"Don't be too arrogant!"

Dean couldn't help but roar, gritting his teeth and throwing his sword again, feeling extremely angry at being suppressed in terms of momentum for a moment.

He was obviously stronger. If he continued to fight like this, Xia would soon lose.

This competition was more bloody than the audience imagined. Before long, the white marble floor was quickly stained red with blood, becoming mottled and unbearable. There was nothing wonderful, only terror.

This kind of cruel fighting style that defied death seemed to be a presentation of the Demon King's will.

Only those who had experienced the cruel Holy War back then would have been left with an unforgettable impression.

"There is an ancient saying in the legends of the Demon Realm... [Only by crossing the threshold of life and death can one become a true Demon Realm warrior]..."

"Could it be that the special killing squads of the Demon King's army in those images lacked a little madness..."

Such voices appeared in the stands.

Even if he didn't know why he would suddenly think of the demons at this moment.

But now.

Looking at Xia's figure.

This memory hidden in history and blood began to revive again...

There is one more chapter that has not been finished, a little later

(End of this chapter)