The true identity of the "girl" was none other than Wang Xiaole, who had randomly found a spot to stand. Before being disturbed, he had never thought that someone would take a liking to the spot where he was standing and immediately resort to violence. Initially, Wang Xiaole was unwilling to waste time quarreling with a hopeless middle-aged man; he was busy searching for Cai at the time. Ever since he heard the narcissistic voice of the Red Bishop reverberating outside the arena, Wang Xiaole noticed that Cai, who he had paid no attention to, had disappeared somewhere in the blink of an eye.
For Cai:
She had her own reasons to avoid attention and preferred to stay away from the church's group to avoid being discovered by the knights. As the Holy Maiden of this church, she didn't plan to return the next day after spending the entire night outside, and she was standing here watching the commotion. It was precisely because Cai hid well and didn't attract the attention of the bishop that the conflict just now was inevitable.
For the "Church of the Supreme God":
This was the primary force of the church led by the Red Bishop. It was the first time they had a conflict with Wang Xiaole. Anyone affiliated with the church would feel extremely uncomfortable with the process of dealing with him and would feel that they had lost face. Even more surprising were the foreign girls. They found it unimaginable that Wang Xiaole showed such resilience: "Why did the sharp sword blade strike the person instead of getting damaged?" "Could it be that this girl looks human but is actually a member of a powerful demon race born with a strong physique?" The foreign girls tilted their heads and looked ahead with a bewildered expression. Although they had come up with several possibilities, they could never reach a definite conclusion. "That girl is not a demon, I don't remember having such a compatriot!" Ledux, whose knowledge was considered one of the best in the Elder Council, had already seen the truth from the beginning, while the onlookers were still at a loss. "That girl named Wang Xiaole is channeling her power into her whole body and coating an invisible protective membrane on the surface, which shattered the sword." The nature of the protective membrane was like the exoskeleton of an insect. If anyone wanted to hurt Wang Xiaole, they had to penetrate through that protective layer! Ledux understood the trick, and although the Red Bishop seemed like an idiot, his way of thinking was not much worse than Ledux in certain aspects. The Red Bishop asked himself sincerely, if he had faced Wang Xiaole in that situation, standing still and letting a crusader strike him with a sword, coating the surface of his body with a protective membrane would not have been difficult. But it would have required a considerable amount of time! The Red Bishop needed about fifty seconds to coat his body with a layer of protection, while Wang Xiaole's performance just now took only about twenty seconds. If we exclude the initial exchange of blows between the two, the actual time used was less than ten seconds. No comparison, no damage! Throughout the entire church and the Pope's kingdom, the four chief bishops indeed had various character flaws, but their strength alone could not be denied.
It is absolutely impossible to climb to the position of Archbishop without extraordinary strength and means;
The principle of "might is right" is a universal principle in the Church of the Supreme God. Clergy without power won't have a chance to rise even if they are devout in their hearts.
But what about now?
The Cardinal, who was confident in his face and power, unexpectedly felt a sense of defeat deep inside his heart when he calculated it for a moment;
Affected by this emotion, he began to dislike Wang Xiaole, feeling that the other party made him feel uncomfortable.
"He is just a lowly person..."
After suffering a setback, as the leader, he did not continue to have a grudge against the remaining half of his subordinates.
After the Bishop pretended to look around, he extended his calloused fingers to an area far away from Wang Xiaole, opening his mouth wide with surprise:
"The lighting in that area is better and more fitting for my status! As for this poor and lowly place that exudes the stench of lowly people, let it be for the unlucky commoners!"
The tuft of hair on top of his head echoed the Bishop, swaying in the wind towards the direction of the new area. In the eyes of his subordinates, it was like giving directions on the spot.
So the numerous crusaders, each supporting a fallen comrade, moved towards the new settlement in an orderly half formation.
Needless to say, the movement of this group of people would cause inconvenience to the residents of that area, but now it was different from before.
This time, without the intimidation and expulsion of the crusaders, hundreds and thousands of girls voluntarily gathered towards the new area.
That place was precisely the spot where Wang Xiaole had always been standing, or to be precise, around him!
The empty space that was visible just a moment ago became crowded in an instant.
When Wang Xiaole noticed the little sisters and young ladies surrounding him from all directions, he was engulfed by waves of people.
Being drowned in the crowd, he felt at a loss...
Because of the commotion, Liu Caihua's gaze was firmly fixed on Wang Xiaole.
Watching the struggles of the person she liked, she even felt that the whole day was worth it.
Although Liu Caihua wanted to keep watching, she was currently playing the role of Isabella, it was not good to neglect her duties.
"After causing a commotion for a while, a little time was wasted... Now, as the organizer of the 'Martial Contest for Marriage', I announce: the second round of fight starts now!"
The main event of the day has arrived. In an instant, Wang Xiaole, Ledux, and the Cardinal all fixed their gaze on the high platform;
Even the citizens who gathered here with the mentality of watching a show had exceptionally passionate eyes, and just a blink of an eye could raise the temperature outside the venue.
The rule of "only one fight per day" is a trap set by Sister Glasses specifically for the elder demons in the Senate.
Although Ledux vaguely guessed the intentions of the royal family, as long as he thought of the ultimate "grand prize", even he had to take a risk.
"Fourth brother, go up and fight!"
The current Senate is not the same as before. First, the three demons on the bottom were simultaneously killed;
Following that, yesterday, the three demons in the middle seats, numbers seven, six, and five, were all defeated one after another.
So, the number of surviving demons in the courtyard is now only four, less than half of what it used to be.
But looking at it from another perspective:
Even the fourth-ranked Bone Demon is far superior to those six idiots.
From now on, Ledux was about to use the most core power in the courtyard.
"Hehehe, second brother, do you allow it? Even if I were to peel off that little girl's skin and bones later, it would be alright, right?"
The Bone Demon smirked as usual, and Ledux nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but give some advice:
"Don't underestimate her. Use the power I gave you yesterday to end this duel as quickly as possible."
Ledux couldn't truly relax relying solely on the Bone Demon's original strength.
Out of caution, Ledux had hurriedly transferred a considerable amount of magic power into the Bone Demon's body the night before, allowing the fourth-ranked demon to undergo a transformation.
Transferring magic power served as Ledux's first insurance, hoping it would be effective;
If it didn't work, he would use the second insurance, which was the Bone Demon's specialty—tricky tricks!
Since the rules of the match were not so strict, Ledux couldn't let the Bone Demon exploit any loopholes and betray his clever mind, could he?
As the Bone Demon stepped onto the platform, Wang Xiaole also took action on the other side.
"Sisters, I'll go up and warm up first. Can you let me out... and wait until I finish before asking for the address?"
After much persuasion, Wang Xiaole finally regained his freedom and jumped onto the stage to choose the Bone Demon as his opponent.
Looking at the demons on the stage and the lower-class people, the attitude of the Red Bishop was very relaxed, showing no regret for losing the chance to go on stage.
Because the bishop deliberately didn't go up, from the perspective of the church:
The sooner those fools fight, the better. Regardless of who wins or loses, as long as the bishop defeats the final winner the next day, it wouldn't be difficult to claim the spoils, right?
This is a typical "praying mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole stands behind" mentality.
Wang Xiaole raised his head and looked at his gloomy opponent in the distance, with a glint of greed in his eyes.
At the same time, the latter also sensed the gaze and raised his triangular eyes, returning an unfriendly look;
The corner of the Bone Demon's mouth curled up, revealing his contempt, clearly not taking his opponent seriously.
With the countdown of the Empress, it officially entered the one-on-one stage.
The Bone Demon didn't rush to take action, just stood still and waited for his opponent's move, determined to find a flaw in the observed actions and win through strategic stillness.
The enemy didn't move, but Wang Xiaole was prepared to end it quickly.
This boy with the appearance of a young girl raised one leg high on his left knee and, in front of the 20,000 spectators, stomped heavily, pressing his foot down.
The sound caused by the stomp was naturally not too loud, and those who were farther away couldn't hear it at all.
The Bone Demon on the opposite side chuckled, wondering what this human in front of him was up to. Instead of seizing the initiative to attack, he was doing warming-up exercises in place?
Those who didn't know Wang Xiaole's intentions, whether human or demon, might think that his stomping was just as absurd and meaningless as self-abandonment.
"Are you here to cause trouble, miss? What the..."
Before Bonemo could finish his sentence, he suddenly felt the ground shake beneath his feet. He looked down and noticed the changes in the arena.
The platform used for dueling was designed to be repairable and withstand external pressure, so it shouldn't easily be destroyed. But how many times had there been "unusual circumstances" happening on that stage?
Whether Bonemo wanted to believe it or not, he clearly saw:
The small half of the platform he was standing on was cracking inch by inch from under his feet, as if a mountain had been cut at an angle.
