The Lightning Demon Strikes Again!
Dwarf warrior Ai Dongchui let out a mighty roar, his massive frame spinning in place. Faster and faster he whirled, until he became a miniature tornado, barreling toward Ronald with unstoppable force.
"Spiral Storm!"
Gasps erupted from the stands.
"That's his signature move! Once the hammer starts spinning, anything it touches is crushed to dust!"
Ronald blinked. "Damn… Doesn't that make you dizzy?"
Without hesitation, he flung a dozen EMP grenades straight into the vortex!
Crackle! Zzzzt!
Lightning arced wildly, and the whirling storm raged with even greater intensity, its power surging.
Ronald's eyes twitched. Wait… not weak to electricity?
Leaping back with a flash of movement magic, he tossed another grenade. "Let's see how long you can keep this up!"
The spectators inhaled sharply.
"A wastrel! Those enchanted grenades are insanely expensive!"
"That's gotta be at least ten rounds of elite-grade magic tools burned in an instant. Is this a duel or a money-burning contest?"
The arena was filled with murmurs of disbelief as another volley of electrical explosions shook the battlefield. Slowly but surely, the Spiral Storm began to lose momentum.
Ronald grinned. "Ah-ha, so you are weak to electricity!"
He raised his arm—and flung another entire string of grenades!
Everyone's jaws hit the floor.
"That's over a hundred thousand gold worth of magic bombs!"
"Please, stop! My heart can't take it!"
Even Qin Ji, a known aristocratic spender, was left speechless.
Qin Xue, however, was fuming. "Dreamrain Sis, look at that shameless man! Blowing his entire fortune just to impress that damn Luo Shuihan!"
Mia frowned slightly, murmuring something under her breath, but no one heard her.
Meanwhile, in the arena, the relentless storm of electricity finally subsided.
The crowd squinted through the dissipating sparks—only to see Ai Dongchui standing there, eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, his entire body twitching from residual electric shocks.
A deep silence fell over the stands.
Even the top ten strongest cultivators felt a shiver run down their spines. If that madman decided to zap us like that…
And just like that, Ronald earned himself a new moniker—The Lightning Demon.
The Grenade Maniac.
Truly, a well-deserved title.
He snorted, looking down at his unconscious opponent. "I wonder… who was really the unlucky one here?"
With a casual kick, he sent Ai Dongchui rolling off the stage.
Effortlessly securing his spot in the top ten, Ronald strode off the platform without a second glance. The morning matches no longer concerned him. The real fight would begin in the afternoon.
But first—he had business to attend to.
Cloud Pavilion Auction House – VIP Lounge
A faint scent of rare incense filled the private chamber as an elderly man with snake-like eyes poured tea with a warm smile.
"Impressive, truly impressive," the old merchant chuckled. "To what do I owe the honor of your visit, young friend?"
Ronald leaned back, reaching into his robes. "Elder, I've been entrusted with a rather special item for auction."
With a flick of his wrist, he revealed a delicate jade-green pill.
The merchant took it, inspecting it with sharp eyes. A moment later, his hands trembled.
"This… This is—!"
Ronald smirked. "A Timeless Beauty Pill."
The merchant's breath hitched.
"Impossible! This legendary elixir was thought lost over a hundred years ago!"
Ronald crossed his arms. "Lost? Not anymore. My patron wishes for it to be auctioned. Would the Pavilion be willing to take it?"
The old man's eyes gleamed.
"Take it? Of course! This will fetch a fortune!"