Wizard: My skills can be upgraded indefinitely.

Before the morning mist had even dissipated, all five thousand seats in the East City Colosseum were already filled.

The circular building, constructed of dark blue boulders, resembles a lurking ancient beast in the morning light.

Excited whispers, the clinking of magic stone bags, and countless prying eyes filled the air.

"Clang... clang... clang..."

The bells of the Tower of Time echoed three times, piercing through the mist.

On the high platform in the center of the Colosseum, an old figure quietly appeared.

His greyish-white robe fluttered even without wind, his face was withered, and his eyes were sunken.

But when those eyes opened, the air in the entire arena seemed to freeze for a moment.

Level 3 Archmage.

He simply stood there, making no move, yet his immense spiritual pressure enveloped the entire area.

The noise stopped abruptly.

"Today, seventh in line to the throne, Edel Just, will undergo a practical test."

The old wizard's voice was calm, yet clearly reached everyone's ears.

"The rules are as follows: You will face a three-headed, late-stage Tier 2 monster alone in a series of battles, with a ten-minute interval between each battle."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the VIP seats.

"Guests may observe, but must not interfere."

As soon as he finished speaking, he lightly flicked his sleeves.

On the west side of the Colosseum, three heavy metal gates simultaneously lit up with runes.

"The assessment begins."

The front row of the VIP section.

Edmund, the eldest brother, sat upright, his dark blue robe impeccably tailored, holding a cup of tea in his hand, steam rising from it.

Beside him, Steward Rodney bowed slightly, his lips not moving, but his voice reached his ears precisely.

"Everything is arranged, young master."

A cold glint flashed in Rodney's eyes.

"The three-headed monsters have all been fed a special 'bloodline stimulant,' making them exceptionally sensitive to the Just family bloodline."

He paused, lowering his voice even further.

"Especially that Shadow Wolf, which had extra powdered roots of 'Bloodlust' added to it."

Edmund picked up his teacup and took a small sip.

The tea was slightly hot, and he squinted.

"It would be good enough if she could even get through the first one."

His gaze fell upon the center of the Colosseum, on the circular arena covered in yellow sand.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at a stone that needed to be cleaned.

On the other side of the VIP seating area.

Edwin, the second brother, leaned against the cushion, a cold smile playing on his lips.

Today he was wearing a dark red battle robe with gold trim, and the Thunder Eagle on his shoulder was restlessly turning its head.

"Third brother, how many rounds do you think our little seventh brother... can last?"

Edwin turned his head to look at Adrian, the third in line to the throne, who was sitting next to him.

Adrian wore a dark green robe, had an androgynous face, and long, slender fingers.

He was slowly peeling a purple grape.

"Second brother overestimates her."

Adrian's voice was soft, like the flick of a viper's tongue.

"A late-stage Tier 2 Blazing Fang Bear could burn her to ashes with its first breath of fire."

He put the grapes in his mouth, chewed them slowly, and looked around the arena.

"But... it's better that he's dead, so he won't be an eyesore."

Edwin burst into laughter, his voice shrill, drawing stares from several rows of spectators nearby.

In the corner, Fifth Sister Aisha sat alone.

Today she wore a simple gray robe and placed her hands folded on her knees.

Her fingers tightened, and in her gentle eyes, only deep-seated worry remained.

She stared at the entrance to the preparation area, her lips pressed into a straight line.

At the edge of the preparation zone, Delia, dressed in close-fitting leather armor with a short blade hanging at her waist, had a solemn expression.

Just now, when those three demons were brought into the arena.

Her keen mental senses detected something unusual.

There were abnormal energy fluctuations emanating from those three demonic creatures.

"Residual irritants..."

Delia clenched her teeth, her nails digging into her palms.

"Aren't they even going to bother with the pretense?"

Whispers spread like wildfire in the audience.

"That's the seventh pick? I heard he just came back from the East Coast."

"Level 2, mid-stage...that's pretty good for that age."

"The betting odds are in! I'm betting she won't last five minutes in the first match!"

"I'm raising my bet: twenty high-grade magic stones!"

"I bet she'd be paralyzed with fear..."

……

Amidst the clamor, there was undisguised malice and excitement.

The guest seats are located in the middle level of the Colosseum.

Ian sat in the front seat, his black robe's hood pulled low.

He appeared to be resting with his eyes closed, but his spiritual power had already silently seeped into the arena.

Three seconds later, he noticed.

Five meters below the arena, there are twelve fist-sized black crystals buried.

The surface of the crystal was covered with twisted runes, and at this moment it was emitting a faint, almost invisible energy fluctuation.

Those energies are like invisible threads, extending up from the ground.

It connected precisely to the bottom of the three-headed monster's iron cage!

"A hatred or berserk guiding magic circle..." Ian sneered inwardly.

Using his newly acquired "Original Bloodline Tracing" ability, he could tell that this was a variant specifically targeting Just's bloodline.

Once Edel enters the arena, the magic circle will operate at full capacity.

The three-headed monster's berserk level against her will be forcibly amplified by more than double its normal level.

Not to mention, those monsters also contained stimulant drugs.

He opened his eyes, and a flash of silver light disappeared deep in his pupils.

A very faint smile curved the corners of her lips.

"As expected... shameless enough."

At this moment, Delia hurriedly walked to the edge of the guest seats. Avoiding the gaze of those around her, she winked at Ian.

With a slight twitch of his fingertips, Ian silently slipped a dimensional ring into his sleeve.

Inside are five hundred magic crystals, equivalent to fifty thousand high-grade magic stones.

This is the bet that Ian had Delia place.

Bet on Adele... three wins out of three.

Delia gave Ian a complicated look, and her lips moved slightly.

In the end, he said nothing, turned around, and walked away quickly.

She couldn't understand where Ian got so many magic crystals, and how audacious he was.

But she chose to trust Ian's judgment.

"I'll also place some bets, as a way of supporting Miss."

"clang!"

As the second bell rang, the heavy metal gates in the center of the Colosseum slowly rose.

Edel walked out of the preparation area.

Today she is wearing a dark blue, form-fitting battle robe, the fabric of which is soft yet tough.

Her long hair was neatly tied back, revealing her fair neck and slightly thin face.

The hem of his battle robe swayed gently with his steps.

Her steps were steady, and each step she took left a clear footprint on the yellow sand.

The footprints were of uniform depth and the spacing was precise.

An even louder commotion erupted from the audience.

"It's out! It's out!"

"Tsk, looks really weak."

"Level 2 mid-stage... that's about it."

"The betting has opened! I'm raising my bet!"

Ignoring her words, Edel walked to the center of the arena and stood still.

The morning light slanted down from the east, gilding her with a golden edge.

She looked up and her gaze swept across the audience.

I glanced past those gloating faces, past those cold eyes.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the VIP seats, where he briefly met that of his second brother, Edwin.

Edwin's lips curled into a cruel smile.

He raised his hand and made a throat-slitting gesture.

"You're dead!"

Adele's face remained expressionless, except for a slight tightening of her jawline for a moment.

She shifted her gaze to the third-level archmage on the high platform.

The old wizard closed his eyes to rest, seemingly indifferent to everything happening around him.

"Pretending..." Adele thought to herself with a cold laugh.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

His spiritual energy sank into his body, and the dark golden earth vein pattern slowly flowed beneath his skin.

She could feel... the pulse of the earth beneath her feet.

Heavy and deep, like a slowly beating heart.

Further away, the magic array crystals buried beneath the arena... emitted faint fluctuations.

Like a lighthouse in the darkness.

"Hate-driven..."

Edel opened her eyes, her deep blue pupils revealing a tapestry of silver and dark gold patterns.

"Then let's go."

"clang!"

As the third bell rang, the old wizard opened his eyes on the high platform.

"The first match begins."

The moment the words fell.

"Boom!"

On the west side of the Colosseum, the first metal gate opened with a roar.

A scorching heat wave surged forth first, followed by a deafening roar.

"roar!!!"

A colossal creature burst through the sluice gate and landed heavily on the yellow sand.

Fiery Fang Bear!

It stands five meters tall and is covered in dark red lava armor.

Golden magma flowed slowly from the cracks in the armor, dripping onto the ground.

"laugh"

The yellow sand was instantly burned into glass.

His crimson eyes were fixed on Edelweiss in the arena.

Deep within the pupils, fine runes were shimmering.

That was an anomaly caused by the combined effects of the "stimulant" and the "hatred-guiding array".

"roar!"

The Fiery Bear roared again, slamming its forelimbs heavily on the ground.

With a loud bang, the ground exploded.

Its massive body transformed into a crimson afterimage, hurtling straight towards Edel.

Its massive body and speed are in no way inferior to those of ordinary late-stage second-tier monsters.

Excited screams erupted from the audience.

"here we go!"

"Charge! Tear her apart!"

"Five minutes, she'll be dead in five minutes!"

In the VIP section, Edwin laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Look how enthusiastic this big guy is!"

Adrian slowly peeled another grape, his eyes filled with disdain.

"it's over."

In the center of the Colosseum.

Adele's pupils contracted slightly as she watched the crimson afterimage rushing towards her.

She noticed the almost insane hatred in Yanxiong's eyes, and the intense flames that could melt steel.

But she was fearless and did not back down an inch.

Just as the Fiery Fang Bear charged to within ten meters of him, opened its massive maw, and was about to unleash its first breath of lava...

Adele stomped her right foot heavily on the ground.

"Thump!"

The dull, resonant sound was like a giant hammer striking a large drum.

The yellow sand exploded underfoot, and the ground cracked radially.

On the surface of her skin, a dark golden pattern of earth veins suddenly lit up.

The muscles in his arms were bulging, and the skin showed natural rock-like textures.

His body grew taller and taller, and his fingertips turned black and sharp!

Edel did not unleash the full form of Usa; a partial transformation was sufficient to deal with the situation.

"roar!!!"

A low growl also came from her throat, the sound resonating with the tremors of the earth.

Then... he threw a punch.

There was no fancy witchcraft, no complicated techniques.

It is the purest and most ruthless power.

"Bang!!!"

The fist slammed solidly into the chest of the Fiery Fang Bear.

The lava armor shattered instantly, spraying crimson-gold magma everywhere.

The Fiery Fang Bear's massive body was struck head-on by a battering ram.

"Aww..."

It let out a mournful howl and flew backward.

It slammed heavily onto the rune wall thirty meters away.

"boom!"

The stone wall crumbled, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The entire Colosseum was deathly silent.

In the audience, all the open mouths froze.

All the excited expressions froze.

In the VIP section, Edwin's smile vanished completely.

The magic stone he was playing with fell to the ground with a "thud".

In the VIP section, Edwin's smile vanished completely.

The magic stone he was playing with fell to the ground with a "thud".

The grapes in Adrian's hand rolled to the ground, and he stared blankly at the field.

They seemed to disbelieve that the figure in the deep blue battle robe could send the Fiery Fang Bear flying with a single punch.

Three seconds later.

Edwin turned his head sharply and stared intently at the figure in the black robe and hood among the guest elders.

"Marcus..."

He had already figured out how much power Adele had around her and what methods she used.

Only this newly emerged potion master could possibly cause a dramatic increase in Edel's strength.

"You deserve to die!"

In the center of the Colosseum.

Adele slowly withdrew her fist, and the rock-like texture on her arm gradually faded, restoring its fair complexion.

She looked down at her hands.

The skin was completely unharmed, without even a single burn.

Only the dark gold patterns flowed slowly.

"This is the characteristic of the Child of the Earth's Ley Lines, and the transformation brought about by the [Earth Tyrant Elixir] fused last night."

She looked up at the Fiery Fang Bear struggling to rise from the smoke and dust.

Deep within his dark blue eyes, dark gold and silver patterns intertwined, as if he were looking at a beast of burden awaiting slaughter.

"The first one... it's time to end it," she murmured to herself.

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure flickered and disappeared again.

Only one deep footprint was left behind!

The next second, it appeared in front of the Fiery Fang Bear.

The left hand extends out, the five fingers like hooks.

"Pfft!"

Fingertips pierced the cracks in the lava armor without any resistance, gripping the thick neck bone!

"Snap!"

The sharp crack of a neck bone breaking was particularly jarring in the deathly silent Colosseum.

The fiery red pupils of the Blazing Fang Bear suddenly dilated, and its massive body slumped to the ground.

"Bang."

It crashed onto the yellow sand, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Edel loosened her grip and flicked the lava off her fingertips.

His movements were as casual as if he had just crushed an insect. He turned around and looked at the old wizard on the high platform.

"Next one."

The entire room fell silent.

Only the whistling of the wind through the Colosseum could be heard.

In the stands, everyone stared blankly at the scene, at the fallen Fiery Fang Bear.

Looking at that figure in the dark blue battle robe, completely unharmed.

suddenly.

"Whoa!!!"

The noise was like a flash flood.

"She...she killed the Fiery Fang Bear?!"

"One punch! Just one punch!"

"What kind of power is that?! It's at least at the late stage of a level two body refinement wizard!"

"Isn't she a mid-stage level two elemental wizard?!"

"Cheating! It must be cheating!"

Edmund slowly stood up from the VIP section.

His face was ashen, and his eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

"Bloodline Body Refinement...it must be a magic potion, how unexpected."

Rodney lowered his head, his fingers clenched tightly.

"Young Master...it was my oversight."

Beside him, Adrian's face was so gloomy it could drip water.

He stared intently at Edel in the arena, then looked at Ian in the guest seats.

His lips moved, silently uttering a few words.

"Bloodline potion...and...an extremely rare second-tier quality."

He understood, and he immediately noticed the changes in Adele.

That kind of pure, almost primal earth power could never be cultivated in a short time.

"Marcus..."

A murderous glint flashed in Adrian's eyes. "How dare you... ruin our plans."

In the corner, Aisha's tightly clenched fingers finally loosened.

She let out a long breath, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

There was shock, relief, and a hint of... indescribable envy.

"Sister Adele..." she murmured to herself.

"You've really found a good guest advisor."

At the guest table.

Ian remained with his eyes closed, a slight smile playing on his lips beneath his hood.

The bewildered gazes from the audience, the cold, murderous stares from the VIP seats.

And... beneath the arena, those crystals of the "Hatred Guiding Array".

It is currently operating at full speed, attempting to incite the hatred of the second demon.

"It's useless," Ian thought to himself with a sneer.

"The characteristics of the children of the earth veins naturally counter this kind of low-level guiding array."

"The earth will isolate all external interference."

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Edel in the arena.

Watching the rock texture slowly fade from the surface of her arm.

"This is only the first match..." Ian murmured to himself.

"Next, it's time to show them what... the true 'Children of the Ley Lines' really are."

On the shoulder, Gaga poked its little head out from deep inside the hood.

His small eyes were filled with excitement. "Ian, Adele is amazing!"

"Indeed." Ian rubbed its little head. "But this is just the beginning."

He looked up at the west side of the Colosseum, where the second metal gate was slowly rising.

Behind the door, the deep roar of the Thunder-Patterned Ape could already be faintly heard.