Chapter 12

Knowing that his physical body disappears in the real world when he is in the arena was a huge relief for Daemon as he wouldn't have to find a secluded place every time he wanted to go to the arena and he can even use it to escape from dire situations .

But Daemon was more concerned about the way the system determined the skill levels if him a saint lord in his past life was barely qualified to be in the acceptable level anyone in Daemon's shoes would have been disheartened by this but he was extremely excited now he can reach the peak for real and as he was still unable to cultivate he made a very strict schedule for the next 4 years he would hunt daily for 4 hours and sleep for 4 the rest of the time he would spend it fighting in the arena.

Soon 4 years went now somewhere in the forest there was a young boy wearing black clothes holding two short swords in his hand facing a purple winged lion at the peak of the heaven realm this young boy was none other than Daemon who had spent the last 4 years fighting in the forest as for his equipment he had "borrowed" it from some cultivators in the forest now Daemon was able to increase his cultivation but he didn't as he knew there's bonus experience points for each cultivation level difference but now as human 1st layer he was facing a 9th heaven layer even for him that was a bit of a stretch.

They have been fighting for half an hour the purple winged lion was filled with small cuts all around his body while Daemon's clothes were cut from everywhere but his body was not injured .