The Death Arena went silent for a moment after the death of Blackblade.
Many could not believe what they were seeing.
Had the slave actually won?
Did a Minor Fiend just kill a Supreme Archfiend?
Even with the Archfiend using not just one but two Sovereign ranked artifacts?!
WHAT THE HELL DID THEY JUST WITNESS?!!!
Many demons began to curse and complain out loud, and these demons were those who bet on Blackblade winning.
The bookies who were in the charge of the bets were extremely happy, but the winnings of a particular Sunless made their faces stiffen and they could not help but curse as they felt their pockets bleed.
At first, Simon could not hear all of these, but the barrier that separated the arena from the audience slowly vanished after Blackblade’s death.
As it vanished, Simon glanced at it, then he closed his eyes and released a sigh.
’I guess I was right in taking his arm and sword before killing him.’
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a silver blade coming for his neck.
He was not surprised by this in the slightest and he knew who this blade belonged to.
However, there was no sign of fear in his eyes as he stared at the blade with utter calmness.
The speed of the blade was extraordinarily fast, and he would not be surprised if what he was seeing was an after image of the blade and not the true blade.
’If he doesn’t save me, then I might actually die.’
’Sigh.’
Just as Simon released this internal sigh, he felt a hand grab the neck of his robe, and he was pulled back with extreme ease.
Simon’s eyes widened in disbelief, but everything was happening way too fast for him to comprehend.
He heard the wind shriek through his wind affinity, and from how loud it was, he knew that the power of the blade was extremely powerful.
If he could see what just happened, he would see that the floor of the arena was split in several pieces, and a sword arc nearly split the audience behind Simon in two.
If not for the interference of some instructors and powerhouses, dozens of Initiates and members of the clan would have died.
A few seconds later, a familiar chuckle drifted into Simon’s ears.
"Has anybody ever told you that you’re more crazy than me, kid?"
Simon used the little bit of strength he had left to turn his head and look up, and he saw Instructor Ormon.
The instructor was holding him by the scruff of his neck, and he could see the wide grin this perveted instructor had.
However, Simon could not help but tilt his head when he saw a female demon on Ormon’s shoulder.
And from what he could see, her breasts were wide open.
Simon blinked, then he looked at Ormon, unable to contain the confusion and disbelief in his eyes.
Was this bastard actually sucking the breasts of a woman while he was fighting for his life?
What was wrong with this perverted bastard?
Cough Cough
Instructor Ormon could not help but become uncomfortable under Simon’s glare, and he coughed to lessen this feeling.
He looked to the side.
"Your battle was so interesting to the point that I had to take a drink."
Simon blinked and stared incredulously at Ormon.
If he could speak, he would have asked.
"Of all the things to drink, you decided to drink the breast milk of a woman while watching me battle?"
Ormon seemed to understand what was going on in Simon’s mind, then he chuckled uncomfortably and was about to speak.
But his gaze suddenly became sharp and he threw Simon to the sky.
A sword nearly cut Simon’s robes and pierced his heart as he was flung to the sky, and Simon’s eyes widened in disbelief due to the surprise of being suddenly thrown in the air.
The silver sword was relentless and it flew after Simon.
Ormon clicked his tongue when he saw this.
"Stubborn old man."
Ormon’s figure blurred, then he appeared in front of Simon who was in the sky, grabbed him, then both of them vanished again, dodging the silver sword.
The moment Ormon did this, a roar of anger filled the arena.
"ORMON!!!! GIVE ME THAT BOY!!!!"
Simon groaned as the roar was filled with killing intent and demonic energy, and a portion of it was aimed at him.
Ormon grinned.
"Old man First Blade. Don’t you know that your withered old heart does not gain any benefit from being furious? Just go and do some old man things."
"Maybe suck the titties of some old hags your age?"
He waved one of his four hands like he was shooing a fly, and cracks began to appear on the floor as a result of the aura and fury of Blackblade’s master.
Simon who was still held by Ormon looked at Blackblade’s master, taking in his appearance for the first time since he appeared in the Death Arena.
The first thing anybody would notice about the First Blade is the four arms he had.
He was somewhat similar to Ormon in the sense that both of them had four arms, but there were notable differences in their arms.
Unlike Instructor Ormon who had his arms growing from his broad shoulder, the First Blade had his second set of arms growing from the opening on his back.
The First Blade was a Morveth, and Morveth’s were lean, humanoid demons whose backs were split open from the neck to the waist.
From that opening, a second set of arms emerges, but these arms were longer and thinner, and they had the ability to transform into a weapon.
Their main arms were strong and muscular, and this was the difference between Instructor Ormon who was a Raksha and the First Blade who was a Morveth.
The First Blade was only wearing a bone mask that covered the lower part of his face, and the Morveth also had a beard like Ormon.
However, his was white and it was very long.
The First Blade also had black eyes and a long off white hair.
Simon could also see the wrinkles on the pale skin of the First Blade, and he understood why Ormon called the demon an old man.