345: Ten consecutive wins

In terms of Soul Law, he was like a recent university graduate—strong in theory, but terrible in practice.

He rarely used the few Soul- Department Law skills he possessed.

Especially the Soul attack, Spiritual Energy Killing Fist, which was far less effective than Dragon God Claw and Collapsing Star Force.

He had put it aside.

“You dog, eat my shockwave!” the Demoness roared.

A powerful Spiritual Pressure erupted.

“Here it comes, here it comes! The Demoness used to be like this: if she couldn't win, she'd unleash her full power, and if she still couldn't win, she'd concede.”

“Is it finally the decisive battle?”

A powerful shockwave surged towards Lin Ye’s Soul, like waves, one after another.

“What?!”

When the Demoness’s shockwave entered Lin Ye’s Soul, she discovered an incredibly massive and terrifyingly solid Soul.

This Soul was Unshakable and as stable as a mountain, turning those waves of impact into nothing.

“How is his Soul so powerful?!”

The Fear Demoness was shocked.

This Soul was a hundred times stronger than her own; one must know that she specialized in cultivating Soul Law!

“Was it exposed?” Lin Ye felt a bit troubled.

“Don’t be afraid, the outside can’t clearly see a Soul duel,” Hu reminded him.

So, if the Demoness didn't say anything, his score wouldn't increase, right?

Lin Ye understood.

And so.

Pfft.

A stream of nosebleed shot out, mixed with some transparent cerebrospinal fluid.

“The Dragon Demon is injured! The Demoness’s impact is too strong!”

“As expected of the Fear Demoness! It’s said her Soul strength is a thousand times that of a normal Demon!”

“Fear Law is too terrifying; it targets the mind.”

The Demoness was stunned, “Am I that strong?”

Then she instantly realized, “This Demon is too cunning! He’s controlling the score!”

She was furious, but she knew she was no match for that terrifying Soul.

“I concede.”

The Fear Demoness was expressionless.

“Concede? What happened?”

“I don’t know!”

“Fixed match? The Dragon Demon is injured, and then the perfectly fine Fear Demoness concedes? She didn't even use her most powerful final terror skill!”

All the Demons in the arena felt utterly bewildered.

“Dragon Demon wins.”

The cold demonic voice echoed.

The Fear Demoness said nothing and immediately left that dirty Duel Arena.

Continuing would only make her feel humiliated.

Acting was fun.

It was entertaining.

But the premise was that you weren't the monkey.

No one knew she was the monkey, but she herself knew she was being played for a fool.

“You just wait for me.”

Lin Ye scratched his head.

Was she angry like this? Or frustrated?

Saying nothing was simply a versatile expression; it conveyed too much.

“Hahaha, this Fear Demoness probably feels like she’s been played,” Hu laughed.

He was the one who saw it most clearly, after all, he was an old fellow.

“Forget it, time to collect the prize.”

Lin Ye was too lazy to think about it and went to collect his prize.

This time, the reward reached 512 soul essence.

After expenses, his assets reached 726 soul essence.

And he also received an honorary badge—Ten-Win Gladiator.

“Ten consecutive wins! A ten-win streak seen once in a hundred years!”

“Another legend rising!”

“It’s just that this winning streak is truly a bit miserable; every time is a narrow victory.”

“That’s what he likes, okay? Do I need to explain SM to you?”

When Lin Ye heard this comment, he wished he could twist that Demon’s head off.

Damn it, a lie repeated often enough becomes the truth.

Now, his Dragon Demon persona was definitely labeled as a punching bag, how unlucky.

Ten consecutive wins was a threshold, and sure enough, with one more win, the Duel Arena’s officials stepped in.

“Dragon Demon Sir, hello.”

This was a Sword Demon, carrying a greatsword on his back, with a murderous aura emanating from him.

But in contrast was his polite tone.

“What is it?”

Lin Ye was expressionless.

He was playing the role to the extreme.

“You have achieved ten consecutive wins and will be invited into the Duel Arena’s internal group,” the Sword Demon explained.

“Oh?”

Lin Ye asked, puzzled.

“The so-called internal group is a rune-tech product that allows for remote communication. It provides a platform for exchange, and the Duel Arena will occasionally distribute benefits and provide information useful to members.”

“Oh!!!”

Lin Ye was genuinely interested this time.

Demons had actually developed something like this.

Remote communication was simple in a tech-side world, just low-end technology.

But in a magic-side world, it was extremely difficult.

The denser the Star Power, the harder tech-side abilities were to use.

Even runic transformation didn’t work.

Heaven and Hell were the places where rune-tech was most difficult to use.

“Impressive, impressive, this Osai isn’t entirely useless.”

Lin Ye thought to himself.

A major reason Osai lacked money-making ability was Hell's influence on the tech side.

The Sword Demon handed over a bracelet.

“As long as you drip blood to recognize it as your master and then probe your Soul into it, you can communicate with group members. Remember to change your real alias.”

“Mm.”

The Sword Demon strode away.

This Dragon Demon was very aloof.

Aloof SM?

Interesting, interesting.

The Sword Demon felt that people with isolated personalities might have some quirks.

If Lin Ye knew his thoughts, he would have to make him understand why flowers were so red.

“Osai created this thing?”

Hu asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wasn't Osai only good at pure tech-side stuff?

Had he learned rune-tech now?

One should look at a scholar with new eyes after three days apart.

Hu admitted he had underestimated Osai.

If this thing were to spread, who knew how much wealth it would bring.

Currently, the Demon Realm’s communication methods were still mainly magic and Demon Messengers.

Especially Demon Messengers, which were the most cost-effective and widely used.

Contracting a Demon Messenger and dispatching them to convey one’s intentions was both prestigious and time-saving.

So, Demon Messengers were basically contracted by every Demon.

Lin Ye didn't have many friends in the Demon Realm, so he naturally hadn't gotten a Demon Messenger.

But he had seen them a few times.

For example, the Demon Messengers that the Duel Arena had sent him a few times to inform him of successful matches, competition times, and so on.

Lin Ye first went to the front desk to register, participating again.

At his stage, matching became increasingly difficult; usually, a few days or even dozens of days were considered normal.

His nine-win streak match took fifteen days, and a ten-win streak would probably take even longer.

After doing all this, he didn't stay to watch the matches in the Duel Arena.

Instead, he went to make money.

Having some capital in hand, leaving it there was truly a waste; it was time to use it to make money.

If it were Lin Ye himself, he wouldn't invest randomly.

Each profession has its specialization.

Lin Ye’s greatest strength was combat; when it came to investment, unless it was something like the Demon Detection Instrument that was bound to be popular, something he was sure of, he wouldn't take risks.

The result of taking risks would most likely be becoming a sacrifice for the big players.

A few extremely lucky ones could earn some small money.

“Don’t rush to make money yet, first look at the bracelet the Sword Demon gave you,” Hu urged.

When it came to joining in on the fun, he, a spirit who had been widowed for billions of years, was the most enthusiastic.

“Alright, alright, I know you’re eager, but don’t rush yet, I haven’t recognized it as master.”

Lin Ye controlled his body, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dripped it onto it.

The blood was instantly absorbed.