Baelgard, City of Chaos.
The howling cold wind swept icy crystals, swirling above the City of Chaos.
The only city in Baelgard, where all races gather.
In the square at the center of the city, three ancient stone arenas are arranged in a triangular pattern.
They correspond to Extraordinary Level, Commander Level, and Monarch Level, the three tiers!
These arenas are not only places for resolving disputes among races, but also hold another special significance...
When a masterless Beastbond steps alone onto the arena, it signifies...
They are seeking their owner!
Veridia made Scarlett wait in place and stepped onto the arena.
There was an imdiate commotion around the arena.
Strongman from various tribes noticed the lone figure on stage and realized this was not an ordinary private duel.
"Look! Soone else has stepped into the arena, seemingly to find their owner!"
"But...what race is this? I’ve never seen this before?"
"Wait...doesn’t she look a bit like the legendary Ghost Race? But shouldn’t Ghost Races have two horns?"
"A one-horned Ghost Race? The power of the Ghost Race cos from their horns, with only one horn...isn’t that a defect?"
Veridia ignored those harsh discussions.
Over the years, even though she deliberately avoided other races, she still encountered similar ridicule.
But...
The only thing she could do in response to these doubts...was to answer with her fists!
She slowly scanned the entire scene, her cold voice echoing across the square:
"Anyone up for a challenge?"
This sentence was like a spark, instantly igniting the emotions of the Beastkin audience.
Obtaining attention through the arena is indeed the fastest way, but this thod...
Is tantamount to trampling on the dignity of various races!
Climbing up by stepping on our faces?
How can we tolerate this?
"Climbing up by stepping on our dignity? What audacity!"
A roar exploded as the werewolf Walker leapt onto the arena.
His muscles were knotted all over, and his eyes burned with a fighting spirit.
However...
Veridia casually threw a punch.
That seemingly slender arm erupted with astonishing power.
The punch itself made the air tremble!
"Bang!"
Walker couldn’t even assu a defensive posture before being sent flying like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground ten ters away.
"Cough...cough cough..."
The werewolf struggled to support his body, his eyes filled with incredulous shock.
Only then did he truly experience the terror of this one-horned Ghost Race.
In that instant, he felt like an entire mountain range was crashing down on him!
This...is this really the power of an Extraordinary Level?
The surroundings of the arena fell silent.
The warriors from various tribes, who had been eager to move, unconsciously swallowed.
Veridia slowly retracted her fist, her green hair flowing in the wind.
"Next."
The cold voice echoed in the arena, forming a stark contrast with the silence below.
Scarlett had sohow already squeezed to the front row of the audience, waving a colorful flag she had acquired from sowhere:
"Sister, amazing! Sister, you’re invincible!"
Aside from Scarlett, the other Beastkin strongn looked at each other, their faces filled with disbelief.
"Walker...lost just like that? He was Extraordinary Tier Nine!"
"Epic Level Walker, only one move from her..."
"Then this Ghost Race’s Talent...is definitely beyond Legendary!"
"Could it be we’re witnessing the birth of a future Monarch?"
The human Beast Tars watching, however, had eyes full of fervor.
Extraordinary Tier Nine, a Legendary Talent Beast seeking a master!
Such an opportunity is once in a lifeti!
Soon, an Extraordinary Tier Nine Beast Tar couldn’t contain himself and leapt onto the arena.
He suppressed his excitent, attempting to show his sincerity:
"Hello, my na is..."
However, before he could finish his sentence—
Veridia’s fist was already upon him!
"Holy shit!"
The Beast Tar’s expression changed drastically, hastily summoning his two beasts to shield him.
But with that one punch, both beasts, along with the Beast Tar himself, were sent flying like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily outside the arena.
And this was even after Veridia deliberately held back.
If she had been serious, that punch would have been enough to smash them to smithereens!
The entire scene fell silent.
The Beast Tars who had been eager to try, were all frozen in place, cold sweat dripping down their backs.
This level of strength...
Without enough skills, going up is just courting death!
Veridia withdrew her fist and scanned the audience with indifferent eyes:
"Is there anyone else?"
There was no response from the audience.
The strong from various races looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward.
Veridia frowned slightly.
"Isn’t there anyone in such a large Baelgard who can fight?"
This statent was like a spark falling into a barrel of gunpowder, instantly igniting the entire audience!
It was clear that this statent insulted all the Xenos in Baelgard.
"Damn it, is the Ghost Race so amazing? Damn it, I can’t beat you, but can’t I ask for help?"
"Exactly, even though we’re weak, in Baelgard... there’s definitely soone who can knock her down."
"I know Keck, who dominated the arena last ti, I’ll go and invite him to teach this beast a lesson."
Watching the commotion, a hint of satisfaction flashed in Veridia’s eyes.
This was the effect she wanted to achieve.
Stepping over the entire Baelgard to reach the top was the fastest way.
She secretly apologized to the defeated opponents, but her gaze quickly regained firmness.
Challenging all the Xenos in Baelgard was her carefully considered choice!
If she and her sister foolishly barged in...
And if the Human Race could only contract one Beastbond, what if he refused to keep her sister by his side?
Sitting in The Void, Scarlett was proficient in Void Power but her attributes were extrely weak, whereas she...
Unconsciously, Veridia clenched her fist, her singular horn shimring faintly.
Although she couldn’t use Void Talent, her power was several tis that of ordinary Ghost Race!
Soon, there was a commotion at the edge of the arena.
A burly figure leapt into the air and landed heavily in front of Veridia, causing the platform to tremble slightly.
Dark-blue scales glistened with tallic luster under the sunlight, and the stout dragon tail swung slowly behind.
He was Keck, the Dragonkin warrior who gained fa in Baelgard last ti through challenging the entire arena!
But as soon as he entered, he felt an extrely strong sense of oppression.
Keck’s golden vertical pupils suddenly contracted.
He originally thought it was just another reckless guy trying to attract attention, but unexpectedly, he encountered a true expert!
"Keck." The deep voice of the Dragonkin carried a sense of battle, "Your na?"
Veridia’s silver eyes glead slightly, showing a serious expression for the first ti.
Extraordinary Tier Nine, and the Talent was one of the top legendary levels.
For such an opponent, she slowly opened her mouth:
"Veridia!"
Hearing this answer, Keck grinned, showing his fangs, and his dragon tail excitedly slapped the ground.
In the tradition of the Dragonkin clan, exchanging nas is a recognition of each other’s qualification as an opponent.
Despite the oppressive feeling emanating from the opponent like a mountain, despite every combat instinct screaming "will lose", but...
When had the Dragonkin clan ever feared failure?
Keck suddenly spread his wings, and the dragon’s might soared: "Co fight!"
No flamboyant skills, no unnecessary probing.
The Ghost Race is known for their strength, and Keck, with Dragon Clan blood flowing within, is no weaker!
"Boom—!"
The fists collided fiercely in the air, erupting with a deafening roar.
Violent shockwaves exploded with the two at the center, causing the low-tier Xenos at the front row to topple like horses overturned.
He can fight!
Keck felt joy in his heart, the muscles under his dragon scales bulging.
Yet, Veridia’s next words chilled his blood instantly:
"Not bad strength."
This was heartfelt praise...
Managing to catch a punch containing fifty percent of her strength, Keck indeed deserved admiration from others.
But that was all it was.
When Veridia truly exerted herself, the outco was decided.
"Bang!"
On the second exchange of punches, Keck’s burly body flew back like a kite with a broken string.
Precisely controlled power allowed him to land steadily at the edge of the arena, unhard...
And this was precisely the most terrifying part.
To control power to such a subtle degree...
Keck kneeled on one knee, his dragon tail drooping:
"I concede!"
The entire audience fell silent.
The strongest who once dominated the arena, just like that...
Defeated?!
They witnessed...
The rise of a new god!!
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