Chapter 36

The battle began, and it was on, on, on, on. As humans were stabbed by elves, elves were stabbed by devils, and devils were stabbed by the protagonist demon, who himself was not stabbed. Similar stabbing and being stabbed incidents occurred around them.

With this as a sign, the gladiatorial match began. At least half of the participants lost their lives before the official start of the fight.

After that, run—run for your life.

Unlike the other participants who started indiscriminate attacks after engaging, the protagonist succubus struck once and then immediately ran to the farthest corner at the fastest speed.

His true opponent was only one: that pale-faced vampire. Moreover, he did not have the vampire's cheat-like ability to recover strength and injuries—potions and healing, restorative items were prohibited, and violators would be disqualified and then killed by the organizers.

Therefore, to achieve this goal, the protagonist succubus had to conserve as much strength as possible. In this situation, any battle was unwise. The best strategy was to find a corner to hide and wait until the fools had killed each other, leaving only one, and then he could pick up the spoils.

Thinking of this, the protagonist succubus regretted not having a few levels in the thief class. If he had a stealth ability, it would have been much more convenient—unfortunately, there was no regret potion for him. The protagonist succubus had a good plan, but reality was harsh—there was no place in this chaotic battlefield that could be considered safe!

"Ouch—" The protagonist succubus dodged a curved sword swung by a Yugoloth, shouting, "I'm warning you, I don't want to—"

The Yugoloth had no intention of listening and swung the double-edged curved sword again—only to be blocked by the protagonist's longsword. The protagonist's left claw thrust forward, fingers piercing the opponent's chest, and then he dug out the heart.

After that, the protagonist succubus grabbed the dazed, half-dead body of the Yugoloth, using it as a shield to block a spear thrust from behind, a dishonorable sneak attack.

The attacker was a dark elf using a strange weapon. After the thrust failed, he "cracked" the spear in half, turning it into two short spears.

"I said I don't want to fight—"

The dark elf also had no intention of listening. The two short spears stabbed towards the protagonist's abdomen and lungs—one after the other, but both were blocked by the protagonist.

As he spoke, the protagonist dropped the Yugoloth's body, using his left claw and right longsword to block the half-spears. Then, he swung his tail, and the adamantine tail hook pierced the dark elf's skull. He crouched and then jumped, dodging the horizontal sweeps from a strange creature with two scythes.

"Find someone else to fight—"

The strange humanoid creature still wouldn't listen. After the two horizontal sweeps failed, he raised both arms, swinging the left arm to the right and the right arm to the left, preparing to leave a stylish cross on the protagonist.

But it failed again.

The protagonist's longsword swept away the two scythes, and his claw slapped away an arrow that flew from somewhere. Then, the tail hook pierced the creature's chest.

"A bunch of idiots!!!!"

Seeing the fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and ninth individuals rushing to their deaths, the protagonist finally couldn't hold back and shouted, "Damn, listen to me!"

As he shouted, he joined the chaotic slaughter.

...

About half an hour later.

The protagonist succubus panted heavily, muttering, "Idiots, idiots, a bunch of idiots," as he straightened up and lowered his hands, temporarily lowering his guard.

The surroundings were filled with corpses, corpses, and more corpses. In less than half an hour, over ninety percent of the participants had become corpses. The remaining few were severely injured, even losing limbs. Though barely alive, they had no fighting power and posed no threat.

Now, only a few, including the protagonist succubus, remained in a relatively intact state, capable of fighting. Some were too far away, but they were close to each other. They seemed to have locked eyes, likely preparing to fight to the death before coming for the protagonist.

"So, my next opponent... Yes, it's this guy." The protagonist looked around and then fixed his gaze on "that guy."

At the same time, "that guy" also looked at the protagonist. Their eyes met.

The "guy" was a six-armed lamia, a super-high-level demon second only to the Balor. She had lost one arm, but her body was mostly intact, and the bleeding from the severed arm had stopped. Her appearance indicated she still had significant fighting power.

"Tch." Seeing this, the protagonist thought of the first six-armed lamia he encountered during his initial exploration of the Abyss. The one who had four arms cut off by the red fatso Och, then grabbed the remaining two and was slapped around.

That lamia was defeated in one round, beaten to a pulp, and her head was twisted off like a bottle cap by the red fatso.

Recalling this scene, the protagonist was not afraid of the six-armed lamia—though he wasn't sure he could defeat this snake-bodied monster.

"So, shall we talk?" The protagonist said to the guy. The six-armed lamia, who had been inching closer, paused and looked at him with interest.

"I mean, about stamina. Stamina is crucial. We will continue fighting, so it's important for both of us. You agree, right?"

"..." The six-armed lamia didn't speak or move, seemingly waiting for the protagonist to continue.

"So, I have a proposal. Let's temporarily cease fighting and recover our strength. When we're ready, we can decide the winner. This benefits both of us. Whoever wins will be better prepared for the next challenge. What do you think?"

"Cunning, you're a devil?" The six-armed lamia finally spoke, slightly easing the protagonist's tension.

"Ah, no, I'm a—"

In the next moment, the protagonist spread his wings and leaped into the air, dodging the six-armed lamia's jumping attack.

She coiled her snake-like body and sprang into the air like a spring, landing exactly where the protagonist had been standing—a surprise attack, with no intention of maintaining peace—temporarily.

"Daemon." The protagonist finished his sentence, descending from the sky, both hands on his sword, and thrusting it down towards the six-armed lamia's head...

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