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Even the intelligent demons encountered for the first time cannot control their emotions as long as there are bonds, which is the sad part of life.

Tsunade frowned and said, "Even if I wanted to win, it wouldn't be easy for the Holy Lord to be strong."

The implication was that Aizen should refuse.

After all, even if the Konoha Mobile Force and the Shadow Organization are not on good terms, they are all players in Konoha Village.

"It's ok."

Losing a duel only deducts reward points; it doesn't kill you.

Aizen smiled gently and added, "Just consider it a test of the Holy Lord's strength."

Players like the Holy Lord can rise rapidly, whether they join a player faction or go it alone.

If sacrificing a few reward points is enough to test the opponent's strength, then it's definitely a good deal.

"is it?"

Tsunade neither agreed nor disagreed, nor did she continue to try to stop her.

To be honest, she still hasn't seen the slightest flaw in Aizen's defenses. The will of fire burning within him far surpasses that of most native Konoha residents.

But something just feels off...

[The Arena is now open. This time, the randomized arena map is: Fire Hell Level 1.]

The cracked, dark earth had molten lava flowing through its fissures.

The entire forest was engulfed in flames.

The thick trunk, hundreds of meters high, is a crystal-red color, radiating high temperatures, and even the canopy at the top is red, burning fiercely.

As soon as he was teleported in, the Holy Lord felt a surge of abundant fire power.

"It seems even the world is on my side?"

The Holy Lord provocatively lowered his body, his dragon claws outstretched, frantically gathering the dense flames from the surrounding area.

The scorching temperature would have dried out a novice player.

Wearing a white haori, Aizen seemed to have shed some kind of disguise; her gentle expression gradually faded, and her eyes became as cold as moonlight.

Leaf Moonlight.

From beginning to end, the moon shone without any light; it merely disguised itself by using the sun's light.

The real moon is lifeless and cold; no life can survive there.

"Although I am reluctant to shatter the illusion of life, as a senior who knows the rules of the arena a little better than you, I still have to give you a reminder."

Aizen placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist, and gently pushed out a section of the blade with his thumb.

Click.

The sound, like a mirror shattering, echoed throughout the arena.

The Holy Lord laughed disdainfully, pointing at him and saying, "Your weapon has already been shattered by the high temperature before the battle has even begun? What a weak human!"

Demons need no weapons; they are their own most powerful weapons.

He had considered that this was Aizen's trick, but so what?

The great demon, the king who rules the world, the primordial being that appeared at the birth of the world, cannot possibly be defeated by mere humans!

In particular, Aizen's aura was not strong, so weak that it posed no threat to him at all.

"What I want to say is..."

Aizen stood still, calmly explaining the rules of the arena to the Holy Lord.

However, the Holy Lord suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he found nothing amiss.

Aizen remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

But the voice came from behind.

"The arena will judge based on the overall strength of both players in the battle, and the environment will be biased towards the weaker player."

"So, it's not that you're lucky, it's that you're too weak."

puff.

His back was suddenly ripped open, and blood gushed out.

The ant-like humans before my eyes seemed to be scattered by the wind, gradually disappearing from sight.

Despite the pain, the Holy Lord sprinted forward two steps to create distance and turned to look at Aizen, who had inexplicably appeared behind him.

"You're... teleporting?"

The Holy Lord scratched his injured back, looking at the blood all over the ground, a look of astonishment flashing in his violent dragon eyes.

Can one's own perception be wrong?

He clearly realized that with the opponent's strength, even if he stood still and let him hit him, he would not be able to break through his defenses.

Although he was a demon wizard and his body was not as thick as that of the Earth Demon, he was still a real demon. If a human swung a weapon at him, his arms would be broken.

"Sorry, although some Grim Reapers might do that, it's none of my business. I don't have the habit of explaining my abilities to my enemies."

Shatter, you illusion, you mirage!

Seeing Aizen slowly approaching him, the Holy Lord felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, barely managing to believe that it was his own carelessness that had led to the sneak attack.

His crimson eyes were fixed on the moving Aizen; the moment Aizen disappeared… he would…

puff.

The narrow blade pierced the Lord's chest.

Aizen's voice sounded from behind: "Don't completely trust what you see with your eyes. Sometimes, your eyes can lie."

How can it be? !

The Holy Lord's eyes widened, his gaze never wavering for a second. Even if it was a teleportation spell, there should still be spatial fluctuations.

He was supposed to be a great fire demon, yet now he was being fooled by the other party like an ordinary person.

"No, you despicable ant, I cannot lose to you!"

The Holy Lord was engulfed in raging flames, which acted as a protective shield, enveloping his massive body.

"Are you worried about me getting close, so you're using area-of-effect skills?"

Aizen nodded slightly, agreeing, "Not a bad idea. As expected of a demon capable of ruling the world. However, it's not enough..."

"Insanity!"

The flames reflected the Holy Lord's enormous figure, which emitted bursts of cold laughter.

He admitted that he underestimated his opponent, which led to his injury.

However, if human ants with strange abilities could only rely on sneak attacks through bizarre means, then this battle should have ended by now.

With his entire body covered in demonic flames, if Aizen were to try to strike again, he would only be vaporized into ashes by the intense heat.

"Indeed, if it were the old Aizen, he wouldn't have been able to penetrate the demonic flames and wound you."

Aizen, still with that nonchalant demeanor, took a step forward.

"Unlike most players, I didn't enhance any game skills. Since becoming a player, I've only ever done one thing."

"Try every possible way to improve your mental attributes."

Aizen smiled broadly, not minding that the battle was going to be prolonged.

Sometimes, revealing the truth to a wild beast trapped in a cage can be quite interesting.

"So, when did you begin to have the illusion that you had unleashed demonic flames that surrounded you?"

puff!

The demonic flames that raged around the Holy Lord, distorting and evaporating the air, suddenly went out the next second.

Not even a trace of warmth remained.

It doesn't seem like a skill being interrupted.

It was as if Shendu hadn't used any skills at all, just standing there naked, waiting for Aizen to strike.

[The victor in the competition: Aizen]

Reward: 5 reward points.

Note: The winner's reward is paid by the loser. If the reward points are insufficient, valuable game items will be automatically deducted.

Chapter 441 Should we cooperate, Orochimaru?

"Fortunately, the demon wizard's power is sealed and he cannot unleash it in its entirety."

Aizen said with a wry smile as he returned to the Moonlight Tavern.

His white haori was tattered, and his body was covered in burn marks, making him look particularly disheveled.

Tsunade remained calm. The outcome was obvious. After all, even the weakest demon wizard was not someone Aizen, who had only recently become a player and was not skilled in combat, could defeat.

"Consider the 50,000 reward points a lesson learned."

Tsunade turned her head and looked at the Holy Lord, who had been teleported to the Moonlight Tavern after the competition ended and left without saying a word, showing no intention of seeking revenge.

This is also a good opportunity to dampen Aizen's arrogance as the leader of the Shadow Organization.

Aizen ignored the distance and admonition in her words, and nodded with a smile, saying, "That's right. It seems that in the future, we not only need to study the Will of Fire, but also keep up with our training."

the other side,

The battle between Rascal Snake and Whitebeard has come to an end.

With his signature loud laugh, Whitebeard was teleported back into the tavern, with no other external injuries except for a purple scar on his chest.

The rascal, on the other hand, was completely unharmed.

After the battle in the arena ends, both sides' fatal injuries will be healed. The rascal looks unharmed, but in fact, he was cut in half at the waist by Whitebeard's Murakumogiri in the arena.