The Start of the Competition

The grand arena of the Demon King's palace overflowed with anticipation as spectators from all corners of the realm gathered to witness the legendary competition for the coveted title of being the disciple of the Demon King.

Having recently escaped the confines of the demon prison, Aric stood alone in the arena, his resolve unyielding despite the odds stacked against him. He adjusted the straps of his armor, his muscles tense with anticipation as he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"System, can I exchange my points into the currency of Demon clan."

"Yes, master. You can open the store and buy the blood crystals. The ratio is 1:10."

"So, 1 point is equivalent to 10 blood crystals. Currently I have 1,000,000 points. System, exchange all my points to blood crystals!"

"Ding! You have exchaned all your points. You currently have 0 points. You obtained 10 million blood crystals."

As the competition commenced, several groups of high class demons were having a bet. "I bet 100 thousand that Agamon, the son of the Archduke will win this tournament," said by a certain demon merchant.

" I bet 800 thousand that Abaron of Southern Demon Region will destroy all the participants here," one of the audience laughed. Aric stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of the crowd. With a defiant glare, he raised his hand, silencing the murmurs of doubt that echoed through the hall.

"I, Aric, shall wager 10 million blood crystals that I will win this competition today."

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the audience as Aric's bold declaration resounded. Whispers of disbelief filled the air, as onlookers exchanged wary glances, unsure of what to make of the lone human who dared to defy the odds.

Undeterred by the skepticism that surrounded him, Aric squared his shoulders, ready to face whatever adversaries dared to stand in his way. With each challenger that approached, he met their attacks head-on, his movements fluid and precise despite the unfamiliar terrain of the demon realm.

As Aric faced off against his opponents, a hushed conversation unfolded among the spectators, their voices a mere murmur beneath the roar of battle.

"Who is that human?" one demon whispered, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"I've heard rumors of a prince who escaped from the demon prison," another replied, his gaze fixed on Aric's every move. "They say he possesses extraordinary strength and skill."

A third demon scoffed incredulously. "A mere human challenging the might of the Demon King? He's either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish."

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, a figure clad in dark robes observed the proceedings with keen interest. His eyes gleamed with a calculating light as he watched Aric's every move, his lips curling into a sly smile.

"So, the prince has returned," he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "How fascinating."

As Aric continued to battle his opponents with unwavering determination, the whispers among the spectators grew louder, their curiosity piqued by the human prince's remarkable skill.

"He fights like a demon," one observer remarked, awe evident in his voice.

"Indeed, he seems to possess a strength and agility far beyond that of ordinary humans," another agreed, nodding in admiration.

Back in the arena, Aric's focus remained unbroken as he faced his next challenger, a formidable demon warrior with eyes ablaze with determination. With each clash of blades, he pushed himself to the limit, his determination unyielding even in the face of overwhelming odds.

As the battle raged on, Aric's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles aching from exertion. Yet still, he fought on, his resolve unbroken as he met each new challenge with unwavering determination.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aric emerged victorious once more, his opponent vanquished beneath the weight of his indomitable spirit. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause, their cheers echoing throughout the grand hall as Aric stood triumphant in the center of the arena.

Exhausted but exhilarated, Aric allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving with exertion as he basked in the adulation of the crowd. And as he gazed out at the sea of faces before him, he knew that he had proven himself worthy of the title of the Demon King's disciple, his journey from prisoner to champion a testament to his indomitable will.

But the competition was far from over. As Aric exchanged his hard-earned points with the system, he made a bold wager of 10 million gold coins to some of the elite demons who had also joined the fray. Among them were sons and grandsons of the high-class demons in the demon clan, their pride and power evident in every move they made. With the stakes raised even higher, Aric prepared himself for the battles yet to come, knowing that only the strongest would emerge as the true Last Man Standing.steady and his heart ablaze with determination.

Having recently escaped the confines of the demon prison, Aric stood alone in the arena, his resolve unyielding despite the odds stacked against him. He adjusted the straps of his armor, his muscles tense with anticipation as he prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As the competition commenced, Aric stepped forward, his presence commanding the attention of the crowd. With a defiant glare, he raised his hand, silencing the murmurs of doubt that echoed through the hall.

"I, Aric, shall wager 100 million gold coins to any who dare challenge me!" he proclaimed, his voice ringing out with unwavering confidence.

Gasps of astonishment rippled through the audience as Aric's bold declaration resounded. Whispers of disbelief filled the air, as onlookers exchanged wary glances, unsure of what to make of the lone human who dared to defy the odds.

Undeterred by the skepticism that surrounded him, Aric squared his shoulders, ready to face whatever adversaries dared to stand in his way. With each challenger that approached, he met their attacks head-on, his movements fluid and precise despite the unfamiliar terrain of the demon realm.

As Aric faced off against his opponents, a hushed conversation unfolded among the spectators, their voices a mere murmur beneath the roar of battle.

"Who is that human?" one demon whispered, his eyes wide with curiosity.

"I've heard rumors of a prince who escaped from the demon prison," another replied, his gaze fixed on Aric's every move. "They say he possesses extraordinary strength and skill."

A third demon scoffed incredulously. "A mere human challenging the might of the Demon King? He's either incredibly brave or incredibly foolish."

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, a figure clad in dark robes observed the proceedings with keen interest. His eyes gleamed with a calculating light as he watched Aric's every move, his lips curling into a sly smile.

"So, the prince has returned," he murmured to himself, his voice barely above a whisper. "How fascinating."

As Aric continued to battle his opponents with unwavering determination, the whispers among the spectators grew louder, their curiosity piqued by the human prince's remarkable skill.

"He fights like a demon," one observer remarked, awe evident in his voice.

"Indeed, he seems to possess a strength and agility far beyond that of ordinary humans," another agreed, nodding in admiration.

Back in the arena, Aric's focus remained unbroken as he faced his next challenger, a formidable demon warrior with eyes ablaze with determination. With each clash of blades, he pushed himself to the limit without using his black mana. His determination unyielding even in the face of overwhelming odds.

As the battle raged on, Aric's breath came in ragged gasps, his muscles aching from exertion. Yet still, he fought on, his resolve unbroken as he met each new challenge with unwavering determination.