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The maid had a smile on her face, and her voice remained soft and languid.

……

After undergoing a series of checks, Ye Xiao finally entered the waiting area wearing only a thin shirt, inside the iron railings surrounding the arena.

Drug testing, weapons inspection, spatial artifact inspection, imprint magic inspection... it's as absurd as participating in the Olympics.

It's not that you can't drink potions or use weapons here, but challengers have to exchange their points for everything.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Successive Battles

Like Thompson the night before, the vial of medicine that caused his arm to undergo a metallization mutation was something he exchanged for with points.

But Ye Xiao, with zero points, could only cover himself with a piece of clothing and go on stage.

"First, please welcome our warrior 'The Ferocious Wolf,' Simpson Kendace!" The host's booming voice resounded throughout the venue.

Amidst enthusiastic applause and shouts from the audience, a muscular barbarian man tumbled and leaped into the arena. He wore a ferocious jackal headdress around his thick neck, and each of his bulging arms was adorned with a steel claw that gleamed coldly.

He spread his arms and paraded across the ring towards the cheering crowd.

Ye Xiao chuckled dismissively, watching the iron bars blocking his way slowly rise.

Ha, any name with an animal in it is obviously a nobody.

"Next, please welcome our brand new challenger, 'Miss Mammon's Hound,' Ye Wuming!"

Ye Xiao almost choked on her breath and passed out.

This damn demon god is deliberately trying to disgust people, isn't he!

And that bastard Tuta, didn't he even warn me before choosing such a name?? Damn it, I'll beat him up as soon as I get out of here!

Ye Xiao grew angrier the more she thought about it, feeling a sense of resentment at being forced to lose face in front of everyone.

"Hey, shorty, what's wrong, chickening out?" The adult strongmen from the northern barbarians were all over two meters tall. Their imposing height made them look like giant bears rather than jackals in front of Ye Xiao.

Seeing Ye Xiao standing motionless, the jackal Kendis licked the steel claw in his hand with his rough tongue. He was just waiting for the referee's order to tear the skinny man in front of him, who was standing there dumbfounded, to pieces.

"Three, two, one, the game begins!"

"The vicious jackal struck! His figure was as fast as lightning! The vicious jackal fell, his feet seemingly stepping into a coffin... Uh, wait, ah?"

"Um... the winner of the competition, 'Miss Mammon's Hound'—Ye Wuming!!!"

……

When Ye Xiao returned to the lounge, his first priority was to find the sleazy figure wrapped in a black robe.

"Tuta, you bastard, what the hell were you thinking when you submitted that title?!"

Tuta, who was making tea in the lounge, was grabbed by the collar. His slightly weathered face under the hood was filled with panic. "Calm down, Mr. Ye, calm down. I asked you before, did you want to change your title!"

"What the hell did you ask?!" Ye Xiao was furious. He felt humiliated but helpless.

"I really did ask!" Tuta said innocently. Even if it was his master's fault, he shouldn't be the one to take his anger out on him.

Besides, he clearly meant well by reminding us, so we can't wrongly accuse him!

"Pfft." The pink-haired maid next to her couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

Ye Xiao caught a glimpse of the smiling girl out of the corner of his eye and couldn't help but sigh, "Ah—"

Theoretically, he couldn't really blame Tuta. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and he had the right to confront the demon for what the demon had done. Bullying someone's underlings wasn't a sign of ability.

"Alright, alright, it's not entirely your fault. Can you change this name?" Ye Xiao put down Tuta. "Hurry up and change it, bro. I feel really uncomfortable playing with this name."

“Well, if we want to change the name, we need to reset all the challengers’ points to zero.” Tuta scratched his head.

Ye Xiao almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He felt like he was going to suffer internal injuries before he even got on the field.

"Haha..." The maid seemed unable to hold it in any longer, covering her mouth and trembling like a flower in bloom.

"No, is it really that funny?" Ye Xiao said helplessly. Why was this lazy little maid so inexplicably interested in such trivial matters?

But he certainly wouldn't do something like taking his anger out on an innocent maid, so he could only sit back down in his chair, pick up the water that Tuta handed him, and take a few gulps. "I guess I'm just unlucky. When is the next event? Can you arrange it faster?"

If possible, Ye Xiao wanted to fight more matches to accumulate more points, which would allow him to exchange for a sword and a stamina-enhancing potion. This would give him a good chance of defeating the Lion-Tailed Scorpion.

He was more worried about what would happen next. According to the information left by the Greedy Witch in the morning, the Craftsmanship Society would extend an invitation to him after defeating the Lion-Tailed Scorpion. He was not sure what would happen after that. If there were more battles after that, it would be inappropriate to exhaust his strength at the Lion-Tailed Scorpion.

Of course, if all else fails, there's the evil god contract spell from Ella that he can use, but the mental energy consumption is ridiculously high, so he doesn't want to use that ultimate move unless absolutely necessary.

“Sir, the next match is probably after noon.” Tuta continued making tea. “After all, there’s only one arena here, and even if the schedule is full, it’s hard to speed things up.”

"This is such an unreasonable setup," Ye Xiao thought. "They should just put a hundred octagonal cages on the field, and whoever gets their turn can be caught and beaten. If they kill someone, they come out; if they don't, they can continue."

Otherwise, with such low space utilization, the place would have gone bankrupt long ago on Earth.

"Sir, here's some tea. You've had a long day." A soft voice rang out, and Ye Xiao saw the maid slowly stand up and hand him a cup of tea from the table near Tuta.

"Oh? Thank you." Ye Xiao took the tea with some surprise, thinking that this guy had finally remembered that he had a job.

However, since Ye Xiao was never used to bossing others around, he didn't really care when he saw the maid slacking off—especially since he had Brother Tuta to help carry the load.

However, before Ye Xiao could even take two sips, he saw Freya suddenly stand up, grab the towel he had placed aside, and vigorously rub his head.

"Hey, what are you doing??" Ye Xiao was a little confused.

"Wipe your sweat." Freya's words were concise, but her purpose was clear.

"Thank you for your kindness, but you don't need to wipe my sweat so hard. You're going to wipe my scalp off."

"...Hmph." Freya seemed a little dissatisfied, but not much.

After serving the tea, the maid unexpectedly produced a cake from somewhere, scooped out a piece with a small silver spoon, and held it to Ye Xiao's lips, saying, "Sir, open your mouth."

Ye Xiao suddenly felt the pressure of the towel on her head increase rather than decrease.

He felt a subtle torment, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. He just subconsciously hoped that his "assistant" and maid would stay by his side and do nothing, which would probably make him feel more comfortable.

Fortunately, the agonizing time didn't last long, because after Tuta went out and came back, he informed Ye Xiao that his next match had been moved up.

"Why early?"

"It seems there has been a change in your opponent; the one you were originally supposed to challenge is ill."

"Sick?" Ye Xiao asked in surprise. Could this be possible?

But despite saying that, he had no choice but to rush back to the ring.

After a series of tests, he returned to the familiar iron fence.

The host's loud voice rang out again, but this time he introduced Ye Xiao first.

After a short, unremarkable string of lines, they began to introduce the other side.

"...Next, please welcome our Beast Fighting Warrior who has earned championship challenge points, the messenger returned from the dead—'The Recluse' Thompson!!!"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Warriors Never Die Bare-Handed

Ye Xiao walked out of the iron bars amidst a chorus of voices, and there stood the burly man he had seen the night before, actually standing opposite the wide arena.

Unlike before when he was shirtless, this time the other person was wearing a thick long coat, and the collar looked so tight that Ye Xiao felt hot just looking at it.

“I clearly saw that you were dead.” Ye Xiao frowned.

He remembered clearly the scene last night when the lion-tailed scorpion tore the big guy Thompson to shreds with a single claw.

“I clearly killed that beast too.” Thompson’s voice was no longer loud, but hoarse and low. “If it could come back from hell, why can’t I?”

"But what brings you here?"

The host's loud voice rang out, eliciting enthusiastic cheers from the audience that drowned out the conversation between the two.

"Three, two, one -"

"Game start!"

Thompson didn't say anything more. His strong legs moved, and his burly body charged straight at Ye Xiao like a charging bull.

Ye Xiao didn't ask the other party why they came back to life, nor did she care what the other party had sacrificed for it.

Now that they've stepped onto this bloody arena, the only thing they need to do is determine who is superior.

Instead of using his spear and shield against the Lion-tailed Scorpion, Thompson swung his massive right fist directly at Ye Xiao.

The howling wind from the punch was no less powerful than any weapon; the strike, delivered purely from the body's attributes without any gathering of energy, still made Ye Xiao dare not take it head-on.

Ye Xiao dodged to the left and crouched down, dodging the punch and lunging forward, his right fist crossing to meet the opponent's arm in a counterattack.

The punch landed squarely on the big guy's nose, but Thompson didn't dodge or evade. Instead, he hooked Ye Xiao's hand with his right arm, which had been swinging in vain, and immediately bent his knee down in an attempt to lock the joint.

Ye Xiao immediately pushed off the ground and flipped backward, using the force of Thompson's downward elbow lock to kick the back of his opponent's head.

The muffled thud that shook his skull caused the big guy to stagger. Ye Xiao used his right arm, which he had managed to free, to brace himself on the ground and twist his waist, then turned upside down and delivered another whip kick.

But this time, his shin felt like it had hit a steel plate. Thompson's right sleeve tore as he defended, revealing a gleaming, cold-looking skin.

A gleaming steel claw shot out from Thompson's right fist. He lunged forward and tore open an arc, leaving three bloody scratches on Ye Xiao's chest as he barely dodged.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath and kept his distance from Thompson. Although he had hit twice in the first round, he was at a disadvantage. His wrist and ankle were slightly swollen and painful.

The person opposite didn't seem like a person; they seemed like a moving steel puppet.

Without a sword, it was virtually impossible for him to break through the opponent's metallic skin with only his flesh and blood.

Thompson spat a mouthful of dark black blood onto the ground, and his left hand extended a steel claw. Without taking a breath, he immediately charged forward.

With the addition of sharp claws, Thompson's attacks became increasingly ferocious, his bloodshot eyes now resembling those of a crazed beast.

Ye Xiao had no chance to catch his breath or think. He could only retreat repeatedly to avoid the sharp edge of the arena. He was soon forced to the edge of the arena and the corner of the inner wall.

There was a cold wall just two meters behind him, leaving him nowhere to retreat. The arm he was using to protect his chest was already torn and bleeding.

Even if you manage to dodge multiple claw attacks with your quick reflexes, just one mistake can come at a heavy price.

Seeing his prey with nowhere to escape, Thompson's ashen face broke into a smile.

"Execute him!" "Execute him!"

The shouts from the audience were deafening; Ye Xiao, the dark horse that had emptied their wallets, was clearly not well-received.

"You dare to go into battle without even bringing weapons? That's laughable." Thompson spread his claws and slowly approached. "Considering you helped me before, I'll give you a chance to say your last words."

"Of all the chilling things I've ever heard, this is one of the top three. Is this how you treat your benefactor?" Ye Xiao seemed completely unfazed, taking advantage of a brief pause in the conversation to flex his wrists. "But don't worry, I don't need a weapon to kill you."

"Heh, looks like there's no need to carve anything on your tombstone... Die!" Thompson suddenly stepped forward, his right hand slashing down like a claw.

Ye Xiao quickly retreated and dodged, but the next moment, he turned his back to Thompson and suddenly rushed towards the wall.

In a life-or-death confrontation, exposing one's back to the enemy is tantamount to suicide, so Thompson immediately pursued and swung his left claw.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiao immediately jumped off the wall and used the wall's recoil to perform a backflip at an odd angle to the right, avoiding the sharp blade coming from the left.

Thompson swung his claws in vain, staggering as he scratched three marks into the stone wall.

Without any vision, Ye Xiao's somersault relied entirely on his prediction of Thompson's attack direction. If Thompson had used his right claw again, he would have been torn apart by the steel claw.

However, Ye Xiao's understanding of his opponent's movement habits during the continuous retreat defense allowed him to take a gamble. He used the momentum to push off and flipped in mid-air, landing right behind Thompson, who was staggering forward.

However, this was just a small stumble. Thompson immediately regained his balance, turned around and rushed towards Ye Xiao, who was only a little over a meter away, swinging his right arm in a wide arc to strike again.

He subconsciously felt that Ye Xiao wanted to retreat and not create distance for the other party, but he did not expect Ye Xiao to retreat instead and move forward. In a moment of relative sprint, Thompson's right claw swept past Ye Xiao's shoulder and only grabbed the air behind him.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ye Xiao grabbed the right arm that was over his shoulder with both hands, leaned forward, and took a step with his right foot to hook the opponent's back leg, slamming the unbalanced Thompson to the ground. He was about to use the same fighting technique that the opponent had used to lock the arm joint.

Thompson, who was leaning to the side, immediately swung his free left claw at Ye Xiao, who was holding his right arm. With a sharp blade in hand, this one-arm lock fighting technique was meaningless.

However, Ye Xiao seemed to have anticipated this and suddenly released the other's arm, pulling his head back to barely avoid the stabbing left claw.

After losing his balance and falling into the air, Thompson realized something was wrong and tried to pull his left hand back, but the force he had exerted was not so easy to stop.

Ye Xiao's left hand gripped Thompson's right arm and collided with Thompson's own left claw, the sharp blade piercing through the metallic skin and sparking a blinding flash.

The next second, Thompson landed on the back of his head. The impact of the piercing of his right upper arm and the momentum of the fall caused his elbow to bend uncontrollably downwards. Ye Xiao took the opportunity to punch him.

With a sharp, metallic clang, Thompson's razor-sharp claws pierced his own forehead.

A cloud of dust rose from the floor, and the pool of blood spread like a slowly blooming flower bud.

"Ah...ah..." However, Thompson, whose brain had been pierced, seemed not to be completely dead yet, staring wide-eyed at Ye Xiao and making a hoarse sound.