"..."

The silence lasted for a long time.

Until a crisp round of applause sounded.

"Pah, pah, pah -"

Sevia clapped her hands and raised her elegant smile again.

He stood up, calmed down his previous lazy attitude, and his eyes became sharp.

"You risk your life just to tell me such a thing. You are getting bolder and bolder."

"This is not a bet." Su Mingan said: "After seeing through the rules you mentioned, for me, this is just a matter of destiny."

"But now I understand that you completely disagree with my ideas."

"There is a contradiction at the root. How do you want the two sides to coexist harmoniously? Unless you can have Praia's ability to freely control the situation of the red and blue gladiators like you do now, otherwise your idea is just a joke."

"Yes." Sevia walked closer until he was in front of Su Ming'an.

"...Then do you allow me to ascend to Yunzhong City to meet the gods?" He asked: "Since you are a person who came down from Yunzhong City, you should also have the ability to communicate with the gods?"

Su Mingan's eyes changed slightly.

Sevia had put down her pretense in front of him and was not even willing to call out the honorific "you".

"——More than sixty years ago, Su Lin was promoted to Yunzhong City. I was present at the time and saw what he looked like." Sevia said: "I saw with my own eyes that he was exactly the same as you. I don't believe what the younger generation said.

, you can only be the same person. Now it seems that my guess is correct, you are indeed the guy who transformed me back then, and your way of speaking should be the same."

He stretched out his hand to take off Su Ming'an's mask.

"Whoa!"

His hand came up empty.

Su Mingan's space shifted behind him, and the sword blade was pressed against the back of his neck.

"Want to meet the gods of Yunzhong City?" He said, "Then you have to please me. I am the only one who can come down from Yunzhong City."

Sevia laughed without any panic.

A violent electric light suddenly exploded on his body. Su Mingan felt his palm go numb and the sword came out of his hand.

He quickly used the powerful collection ability of the backpack grid to collect the sword in the air, preventing Arman's sword from falling into the hands of others.

He took a step back and looked at Sevia who turned around.

"I am not eager to see the gods in Cloud City." Sevia said: "Even if I do, so what? The majestic gods have their own management methods. Even if I express my ideas, it is just a hope.

I am just relying on the mercy of the gods. I am not as weak as you were back then, Su Lin. Only those who are extremely desperate would come up with such an innocent method as going to heaven to plead for mercy."

"But in fact, I succeeded." Su Mingan retorted: "Your so-called naive method saved all living beings in Praia, including you, whether humans or souls. If it weren't for the defensive barrier lowered by the gods,

, you simply can’t stand here now and tell me your innocent ideas.”

"It doesn't matter." Sevia smiled gently: "God is out of reach, but isn't there a person beside the god?"

He stretched out his hand.

Violent electric light danced on his fingertips, like blazing white flames.

Su Mingan watched his movements closely, and when the white light surged in, he suddenly swung his sword——

The white light was not cut open as he expected.

It rushed over like a swimming dragon, nimbly bypassing the cutting edge of the sword, climbed up the sword like a rope, and struck towards his wrist.

As a last resort, Su Mingan took back his sword again.

When he sheathed his sword, he heard the system prompt:

[The battle situation is detected and enters boss battle mode.]

[Current boss (Sevia·Normalization), combat power: 2500]

[Winning rate comparison: 44%]

…

The larger the number, the greater the increase in combat effectiveness.

The difference in combat power of about 400 does not seem to be very big, but when he first fought against Flax, he had exhausted all his clones before killing the opponent.

The 44% win rate comparison can only be a conclusion drawn by the system's calculation of the damage transfer skill of "Long Glory".

When Sevia uses a fatal attack, converting the damage to the opponent is his only chance to win.

But now it seems that the other party has no intention of killing him, nor does he use fatal skills...

Seeing Su Mingan retreating again, Sevia did not follow up.

He glanced at Yamada Machichi, who was trying to reduce his presence beside him, and then moved his gaze back.

"In fact, after you chose to become an S-class soul hunter, I already understood your position." Sevia said.

The blazing white electric light swirled on his fingertips, and the extremely small current gave off a playful flavor.

If he wanted to, the current would be enough to cover the entire room.

"...Su Lin, do you really regard yourself as a human being?" Sevia stared at Su Mingan.

Su Mingan did not respond.

In fact, he didn't know whether Su Lin belonged to the soul clan or a human being.

The Stone of Art is ineffective against his detection, and his scent is human.

But he happens to have the ability to transform the soul clan, and a pair of dark red eyes belonging to the soul clan.

"At least it's not like you, who talks about 'balance' but is no different from a pure soulist like Lucia." Su Mingan said.

His words seemed sharp.

He could have followed the other party's words and boosted the other party's favorability. Regardless of the level of attack, at least he would not have ended up in such a tit-for-tat situation.

But from meeting Sevia, to entering the arena, to playing that boring little game, until now, the system's favorability prompt has not sounded once.

…It shows that the other party’s purpose and will are quite firm.

As a result, the other party will not be swayed by his words at all. Even if he has said so many words to anger the other party.

The favorability of the other party has not changed at all.

"I understand." There was regret in Sevia's eyes:

"We can no longer communicate, Father."

As soon as his words fell to the ground, lightning exploded.

Blazing white and brilliant, like a white waterfall pouring in backwards, like a big snow-white net covering the face.

Like a mighty wave, Su Mingan took a step to the left, instead of rashly moving, he hugged his head and slammed into the floor-to-ceiling window on the side.

"Crack-"

The glass shattered, and the tiny pieces of glass scratched the back of his hand. He broke out of the window and fell from the sky.

Blazing white light filled the entire private room.

The soul tribe's screams rang out. They were so immersed in the fighting that they didn't expect that someone would suddenly fall out of the box above.

"Bang——"

Su Mingan fell into the yellow sand, rolled over as a buffer, and quickly stood up.

Some glass shards stubbornly stuck on his clothes. The glass could not penetrate his defense and did not break his skin. When he stood up, it fell to the ground like water splashes.

When he got up, he saw a pair of big men fighting at the side. They seemed to have just started fighting. At this time, they looked at him in a daze at the sudden intrusion into the area.

The dazzling lights of the arena shone on his body, bringing with it a scorching temperature. He stood under the golden lights, and there was still a slight current catching up with him.

The soul clansmen in the audience also showed shocked expressions.

"……What's happening here?"

"That's the human who jumped out of Lord Sevia's box. Is it an assassin?"

"Sevia—how is Lord Sevia!"

The Soul Clan stood up one after another, raised their heads, and looked towards the box filled with white light.

In their blank sight, the white light in the private room gradually faded away.

Immediately afterwards, Sevia, who was neatly dressed and still looked like an elegant aristocrat, appeared from the hole in the window.

A white line of light surrounded his body, and there seemed to be no scars on his body.

Seeing that Sevia was fine, the Soul Clan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, their gazes turned towards the human standing on the yellow sand with electricity still remaining on his body, and saw the pure white mask covering his face.

Su Mingan stood in the arena, but he was not panicked.
To be continued...