“…Covering an area of 2,000 miles (note: local area unit), divided into 18 floors below and 18 floors above the ground, the Saroye Fighting Arena is an old-fashioned fighting field in Lugman City! Now Lugman City’s two-thirds of the financial revenue comes from the operating income of the Saroye Fighting Arena~” While bowing and stooping, the big-waisted male demon led the way as he introduced the situation of the fighting arena with a smile on his face:
“Collecting art is certainly a very tasteful hobby, but let me say, as demons, blood has always been our true love.”
“That’s right, the fighting competitions in Yuma City are quite famous, we often go to watch them!” The red-haired female demon swayed beside him, her red nails playing with her bright red hair.
“Hehe, the fighting competitions in Yuma City…” The male demon who led the way smiled ambiguously, as if he had some reservations, but at the same time he seemed a bit dismissive.
This demon is called Ghazi, and he is the current owner of this fighting arena. As a well-rounded business operator, he has always paid attention to changing his business policy at any time. Not only does he send people to various places to find potential newcomers, but also goes to other fighting arenas to find fighting masters. While preparing “products”, he also pays equal attention to customers. Ordinary customers are important, but what he values most are “big customers”.
In addition to fighters, there are also “big customers” who can really take the fighting arena to a higher level.
All the demons on the wealthy list are on his target list.
Unfortunately, not all demons love fighting. In his view, this is a kind of depravity. Even if it’s not for the sake of making money, he feels that he has an obligation to let these big demons turn their interest back to the fighting arena.
What antique? What artwork?
Nonsense!
This Mr. Firzaha is his latest target.
As soon as this gentleman appeared, he became a rising star in the art collection industry and also a demon who didn’t work hard — Ghazi thought so at the beginning, but a while ago, the other party and Mrs. Cantaro, no! Mrs. Rom’s scandal made him change his attitude and he carefully inquired about the information of this demon named Mr. Firzaha. He thought that business with this person might be possible, so Ghazi prepared a generous gift to visit the other party.
In order to create opportunities to meet this gentleman, he even spent a lot of money to participate in several auctions that he usually disdains the most!
Finally, he got in touch with the other party, and when the timing was just about right, he kindly invited this Mr. Firzaha to come to his territory to “play and have a look”.
“Our fighting matches are not the kind of game like that in Yuma City that can be watched on TV at any time, but it is real fighting.” Ghazi almost declared that he despises the fighting arena in Yuma City.
“Real fighting fans will come here to watch. The city’s financial income basically depends on fighting arenas. It is impossible to have real fighting in a comfortable place like Yuma City. You will know when you see it.”
Just when he was about to continue belittling Yuma City’s Fighting Arenas, the red-haired female demon turned her head curiously and asked a question:
“Why is it called Saroye Fighting Arena?”
Ah! If you have a question, it means you are interested! If you are interested, it means that there is a potential for business!
With his eyes shining, Ghazi cleared his throat and immediately prepared to have a big discussion on this topic:
“Actually, it’s because of my grandfather! As the founder of this fighting arena, although he was a serious businessman, he always had a dream in his heart, which is to become a ‘devil king’! You look very young, so you probably don’t know that in their era, many demons would say that they wanted to become a devil king at every turn, which was almost a catchphrase! At that time, there were too many store names called devil king, and finally I found that the name of Devil King Saroye had not been registered, so my grandfather immediately snatched it—”
When mentioning his family, the smile on Ghazi’s face became a little more sincere.
“Hehe, I know this. My original dream was also to become the devil king.” The black-haired demon smiled.
Although the smile was not deep, Ghazi had a burst of energy: I finally found a topic that the other party was interested in!
Realizing this, he continued down the topic: “Isn’t it? Don’t look at me like this, in fact, I also wanted to become a devil king under the influence of my grandfather when I was young~ But the actual situation was——
“I can only fight on the cyan fighting platform in my own arena, the devil king or something… there’s no hope for that at all.”
The fighting industry has been developing in the devil world for a long time, and there are strict industry unified standards for player level division. The level of players, which can be said to be the level of matches, is divided by the color of the fighting platform: gray, which is the original color of the stone fighting platform, is the initial stage of the fighting platform, and also the starting point of all demons, then comes blue, cyan, purple…
Although the cyan fighting platform is not the worst, it is not a powerful level.
The highest-level competition uses a white fighting platform. A whole fighting platform made of the hardest stone in the world is extremely expensive. Not all fighting venues can afford such a fighting platform, and those who can are considered to be at the top of the industry.
However, although the color is white, the industry uniformly refers to this level as “red”.
This level of fighting is extremely bloody, and at the end of the battle, the entire fighting platform will be completely covered in blood, hence it is called the “Red Fighting Platform”.
A demon that can walk alive from this kind of fighting platform is definitely not a random thing in the pool.
In private, fighting enthusiasts refer to the winners of these red fighting platforms as “devil kings”.
This “devil king” is certainly not “the other devil king”, but compared to the “devil king” who has boundless magic power and can almost change the world, which is only heard in legends, this kind of king on the fighting stage is enough for ordinary demons to look up to.
“However, we only had one devil king here in so many years, and he died soon after. To be honest, the term devil king is just a legend in my opinion.” Ghazi finally said what he really thought.
The black-haired demon only smiled slightly.
Taking Mr. Firzaha and his group to a room where many photos and trophies were displayed, Ghazi introduced: “This is the place where our fighting arena puts various honors, photos of famous players in the past, and the things they left behind, all the medals… are collected here.”
“We have a “devil king” here. “Leading everyone to a conspicuous place in the room, Ghazi pointed to a small photo frame on the wall that was illuminated by the light.
It is said to be small, but it is really not big, at least much smaller than the surrounding photo frames, but it is obviously arranged in the best display position.
“This is the demon that appeared when my grandfather was still alive. He climbed up from the lowest level of the fighting platform to the red fighting platform!” Ghazi said, with an excited tone of voice: “He became really powerful! My grandfather said that he might be the strongest demon in that era, and he might be the demon that is most likely to become the real devil king!”
“What happened next?” The entourage next to him asked with interest.
“I didn’t know his whereabouts afterwards. Before he left, my grandfather said that he might have gone to another “realm”.
“If the magic power exceeds the limit of one realm, the person will go to another higher realm. Since there are lower-level demons that can come to us, there must be a higher-level demon realm!” Ghazi said: “However, I think if he is still alive, sooner or later he will be back one day.”
“Why?”
“People will always return to their birthplace in the end, don’t you think so?” Ghazi laughed.
The black-haired demon also laughed, and nodded: “I also think that he will come back.”
So a group of demons who were not young talked about the topic of “devil king” together for a while.
Not long after they left, Ji Huan was also brought into that room by the “senior”.
Ji Huan sniffed.
He always felt as if he smelled a similar fragrance somewhere.
“Newbie, don’t be in a daze, hurry up and write down the history of these photos.” The senior shouted.
So Ji Huan ran over quickly, and under the leadership of the other party, he recited the stories behind all the photos.
As waiters, they may need to bring guests here for a visit. At this time, they need to know a little bit about the background story of each photo.
The senior demon was obviously not a good teacher, but there were texts next to each photo. Although occasionally there were a few words that he didn’t understand, Ji Huan had a good memory, so he decided to go back and look it up.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the photo with the smallest frame in the center of the room.
“This one…there is no text on the side…” He looked carefully, and after confirming that there were no texts around, he asked the senior who was secretly smoking.
“It’s the boss’s collection. It is said to be the most powerful demon that has ever appeared in this fighting arena. It is said that his strength was close to that of the Devil King! But there has been no news of a new Devil King for so long. So he’s probably dead.” All the mist was sucked into the stomach, the senior opened the window, and sprayed a huge smoke ring out of his mouth.
Ji Huan then took a few steps closer to the photo, and looked at it carefully.
There was a problem with the shooting angle. Most of the demon’s body, including most of his face, was covered by shadows, and only a small half of his face was exposed to the light. Ji Huan only saw one eyeball of the demon.
It was pitch-black, like stagnant water, as if looking at himself from the photo——
The moment Ji Huan met those eyes, something seemed to click in his mind, as if he had arrived at the water side where white water lilies were blooming one after another on a certain moonlit night.
He looked at someone from across the water.
When Ji Huan touched the photo with his fingers, he felt as if he had been bounced away by something, and the frog that Hei Dan gave him jumped onto his head, letting out a “croak”.
Only then did Ji Huan wake up.
No water, no lilies, just a photo.
The demon in the photo looked thin, sitting on a red fighting platform. At first, Ji Huan thought that red was the color of the fighting platform. But after a while, he suddenly realized that it was blood.
The demon seemed to be bandaging his wound. Someone happened to come over and caught his attention, causing him to suddenly raise his head and look over. The photo was taken at this time.
“Newcomer, let’s go!” The senior yelled again, Ji Huan took a deep look at the photo again, and walked away briskly.
When he walked out the door, there was a wave of applause from the next door. This is the applause for the winner, but no one cares about the whereabouts of the loser…
Ji Huan walked away in silence.
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