Sylvester

Sansa smiled and placed a hand on Luerong's cheek. "I require your power, my dear. We both know what must be done, and you are the only one who can do it."

Luerong's eyes widened in understanding, and their golden radiance intensified. "I am ready, my lady."

The truist watched in horror as Sansa and Luerong began to glow with radiant light. He felt the witch's aura lock onto him once more and almost messed his pants.

"Amitabha," the monk opened his eyes slightly, revealing a dazzling golden light radiance. His voice impatiently resounded in Sansa's mind, "My lady, please! Control yourself!"

"Disgusting. I told him never to mention this. That's his problem; he doesn't listen. Had he not brought up these foul memories with his careless words, perhaps I wouldn't have almost killed him," the beautiful witch Sansa spat indifferently. She sneered and said, "Next time, know there are consequences for reminding me of things I do not wish to remember... Come, Luerong. Defeat that mongrel, but keep the battle going long enough so that we can complete our objective."

"Yes, big sister," Luerong smiled, walking on her exposed little toes without a sound. She gracefully disappeared at her sister's heels, not even bothering to spare these individuals a glance.

As soon as the two were outside his perceptive range, the truist cursed aloud.

"That bitch!" The truist was enraged. "How dare she attempt my life! I'll have the bosses grant me special permission to tie her down."

"You must relax, Charles. You will not be punished for your anger, but your anger will punish you. Trust in this one, and follow me," Maxi's calm voice echoed in Charles' mind as he left the private room, vanishing once he reached the doorway.

"Tch…" Charles was still dissatisfied, but what could he do? He was no longer that woman's match.

It was no different from all those years ago. Other than the fact that he didn't have his eradicator v12. Anyway, the weapon was never able to kill that witch. It couldn't even scratch her. She seemed impervious to the power of disintegration. Had she mastered the ability of destruction in a past life or something? 

This was a scary thought. 

He suddenly remembered that look she had given him before. At that moment, he felt his fate was changing for the worse, and this incomprehensible sensation still made him feel horror.

What was that?

Charles grimaced as he thought, "Just you wait…if that little bitch screws up the job, I'm going to vent all my frustrations on her tonight."

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More than an hour later, the stadium was completely packed, so the management had to deploy floating bleachers to provide more seating. Chants of "Wild Wolf" were so blaring and domineering that the entire Sky Origin City below could hear the whispers of the chant in the wind. 

The announcer took to his stage once more. He stood tall and announced, "Will the combatants please take the stage."

A purple blizzard erupted from the void at one corner of the stage before vanishing to reveal a veiled young lady who looked around age thirteen. Although her face was veiled, it did little to mask the delicate and angelic features she possessed.

However, her cold and emotionless golden eyes made it hard to imagine she was such a young child. If it weren't for the fact that the tournament officials tested the bone age of each applicant, almost no one would believe this child was so young with her formulation and temperament.

A thirteen-year-old Void Wizard! A Heaven's Disaster Saint! A Three-Star Battle Queen! She also had the Fallen Heaven Immortal Physique. There wasn't a single person in the crowd who didn't know this young lady's name after her flawless matches.

Of course, Prince Oliver knew the truth. He sneered as he watched the scene below. This so-called young lady had already reincarnated twice. How could she be considered a regular thirteen-year-old?

"From Hidden Star Sect's Roc clan on Delta 9, the hero race's Fallen Sky Angel, Luerong Lucina Blacc!" The announcer called out the name of the first finalist after her impressive entrance.

The audience erupted with cheers and applause, their eyes full of anticipation. The grand prize for the Wild Wolf Tournament was not ordinary; it was the revered primordial soul ring—a legendary item that allowed its holder to link their storage space to their very soul, ensuring no one could steal it even after death.

It offered salvation from the cycle of reincarnation, granting a permanent source of power beyond death. Every sentient race coveted this valuable artifact, which had become impossible to craft since ancient times. Many suspected this was simply Wolf Origin Island's way of tying itself to Sky Origin City and Delta 9 Galactic Province. After all, its two rulers were demons who couldn't use the ring's ultimate power.

Rip~

A spatial tear suddenly appeared in the center of the stage. Out walked a devilishly good-looking youth wearing white and gold cloth armor, carrying glorious equipment, including a highly sharp-looking longsword on his back. 

He looked around age eighteen and stood over two meters tall. A celestial ribbon danced around him like he was a fallen god. His devilish good looks, majestic bearing, and sword-like posture made everyone instantly admire him.

Moreover, the entire stadium grew deathly quiet at his appearance. This young man was a savage killer who had not spared a single opponent on his route to the finals.

In the first round's battle royal, he obliterated everyone on his platform in a mass of green and black flames, where not even their ashes remained. He had even instantly murdered several of their masters who moved to take revenge. Those top warriors all fell to his sword. His awe-inspiring and murderous matches still left a chill in people's hearts.

The way he reaped lives like cutting vegetables suddenly made the crowd realize Luerong was in for quite the dangerous match. After all, more than one of this youth's previous opponents were beauties. 

None of them were still alive.

This was not a man who became sentimental for women. 

In fact, could this beast be called a man?

In the eyes of the crowd, he was a more than ten-thousand-year-old demon and a Three-Star Battle King. Two of the four Three-Star Battle Kings in the Wild Wolf Tournament were currently on stage!

The upcoming battle was sure to be intense.

"From Meteor Demon Sect on Jaiya Great World, the Greater Demon race's Sky Fall Legend, Prince Sylvester Sylknarius Tricko!"

The announcer bounced Prince Tricko's name with flair, his voice slicing through the silent arena like a lightning strike.

Seconds later, the crowd thundered back. 

"PRINCE TRICKO, I LOVE YOU!"

"AHHH!"

Sylvester shook his shoulders, and giant black eagle wings erupted outward, changing his aura qualitatively.

Suddenly, 60% of the women in the arena swooned and cheered for Prince Tricko as if their lives depended on it. Many male lesser and greater demons were cheering, but the female population made their contribution to the noise negligible. 

Sylvester was not a Greater Demon. He was something much more.

However, he had the bloodline of a hero in him. Because of this, the youngster felt it wasn't necessarily wrong to refer to him as a Greater Demon. Demons were just mutts of the devil races. He was a mutt, too. Plus, he was glad to let the announcer mislead the world about his true heritage.

It would save him loads of trouble when he escaped later. 

Luerong's veil fluttered as she tilted her head slightly, looking at Prince Tricko with interest. She had heard of his reputation before, but seeing him in person was entirely different. His aura was suffocating, and she felt he was not someone to be underestimated. However, this youth was crucial to the plan's success. Luerong had to take her role seriously this time.

Prince Tricko scanned the young girl before him sharply. He had heard of her, the young Void Wizard who had caused a stir in the tournament. His lips curled up into a faint smile. It seemed like he was in for an exciting match if he held back a bit.

The announcer's voice boomed out once again as the two contestants stood across from each other on the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the moment you have all been waiting for! The final match of the Wild Wolf Tournament is about to begin! Are you ready?"

The audience responded with thunderous cheers, their excitement palpable.

The cheers of the arena failed to move the young prince's heart. His face was completely impassive as he stared at the sky, waiting for the match to begin. From the beginning to now, he had yet to even look at his opponent, only scanning her with internal sight. He was clearly insulting her.

Sylvester had been in many battles, but this one felt different. Something about the young lady from Hidden Star Sect intrigued him. He had heard rumors that she was not what she appeared to be, that she was much older and more powerful than she let on. Although this hero girl was attractive, it didn't matter much to the ninth prince. Instead, he wondered if the primordial soul ring was the reason she had entered the tournament. 

Sylvester may appear as an eighteen-year-old in his hero form, but he is indifferent to romantic affairs. Plus, unlike his tenth brother, he didn't consider himself a member of the hero race. His proper form was over twelve thousand years old, but considering his life signal, this age was still equivalent to age eleven for humans. Sylvester's hero bloodline was remarkably thin because his mother passed her origin god bloodline essence to him.

By the time his tenth brother was born, his mother was already a hero, her origin god bloodline having wholly been given to her eldest son. Now, she was only left with an elven lineage.

A High Magic Elf, to be exact.