Chapter 310 – Overwhelming

Chapter 310 - Overwhelming

"Pretty big talk," Scarlet frowned. "Are you that confident?"

He then turned to Beros and asked, "Did he defeat you effortlessly?" His tone remained rebellious, but inwardly, he was anxious and grumbling.

Beros' expression darkened slightly as he nodded with arrogance.

Scarlet clicked his tongue. Beros was truly concerned about his pride; even after losing, he still tried to appear victorious.

If Beros, who rarely showed weakness, admitted this, Wen Ying must be genuinely difficult to deal with now. Scarlet wondered if he should challenge Wen Ying.

Wen Ying smiled at him. "How about a match tomorrow?"

Scarlet's heart skipped a beat in the middle of his contemplation. He strongly suspected that Wen Ying wanted to make him look pathetic tomorrow to highlight his own strength and composure.

"I haven't fully mastered the power unleashed after my adulthood," Scarlet snorted, disdainful of Wen Ying. "I'm not that stupid."

Lilith approached Wen Ying's table, placing both hands on its surface as the corners of her lips curled up. "You're like someone using cheats. It's unfair for us ordinary players. How about a pure martial arts contest?"

Wen Ying paused, studying Lilith. He had never fought against her before, and when he recalled her combat level, it didn't leave a strong impression on him.

Lilith met Wen Ying's gaze, her eyes shimmering like ripples on water, enchanting and mesmerizing.

Wen Ying curled his lips. "You say I'm cheating, but aren't you doing the same?" He accused her of using the fox clan's bewitching techniques against him.

Lilith casually swished her tail behind her, unfazed by the accusation.

Beros watched the others trying to probe Wen Ying with veiled questions, holding his chin with an air of disdain.

Lan Jiaying sat in her seat, not approaching, but listening attentively to every word. The more she heard, the worse her mood became.

Wu Shaluo lay listlessly on a nearby table.

The Snow Demon, Bingge, poked Wu Shaluo. "Try to see the bright side."

The Dragon-Snake, Weiyun, crossed his arms and sighed silently. The prince must be frustrated lately; he hoped Lan Jiaying wouldn't let her silence turn into something toxic.

Suddenly, Wu Shaluo said, "If you can't beat me one-on-one, do you think you can win in a group fight?"

Icicle pondered for a moment. "Perhaps in the future, but not now. Wen Ying won against another angel that day."

Wu Shaluo grumbled, "In the future, we'll definitely gang up on him. I don't believe we can't beat him in a group."

Weiyun frowned. "It's better not to make such declarations."

Through the window, figures of demons from other classes began to appear, sneaking around furtively as if they were thieves. They had come to catch a glimpse of the legendary angel.

Historical records stated that their demonic grand endeavor was ruined by angels, but upon seeing one in person, they didn't sense any overwhelming threat. Wen Ying's pressure was even less than that of the few upper-class demons standing next to him.

Was he merely overrated, or was he playing dumb to catch others off guard?

Lai Yehua's nephew, Huiguo, refused to believe it and eagerly prepared himself to challenge Wen Ying, intending to figure out the angel's true strength on behalf of his uncle.

The battle between the angel hadn't been witnessed by the major demon lords, and it had taken place in the human world, where perhaps the laws of that realm had given an advantage. In the demon world, many influential demons desired to understand Wen Ying's actual power. Feeling that his strength had significantly increased since reaching adulthood, Huiguo volunteered to test Wen Ying for Lai Yehua.

Unbeknownst to Lai Yehua, if he had known, he would have certainly stopped him.

That little rascal, Wen Ying, had a conflict with him, and Huiguo's relationship with Wen Ying wasn't good either. If Wen Ying intentionally made things difficult, with so many spectators watching the ranking matches, the humiliation would be unbearable.

But it was already too late. Lai Yehua, seated in the spectator's gallery, felt his eyelids twitch the moment he saw that the challenger was Huiguo. Two seats away, Feng Luo commented with a hint of sarcasm, "The match between a fallen angel and an angel should be quite entertaining."

Lai Yehua's mood soured, and he shot a death glare at Feng Luo, his aura chilling. "When did your intelligence drop so low that you only see things at face value?"

"There's already quite a spectacle just from reading the text."

Today's ranking matches had drawn a larger audience than the end-of-semester ones last term. The previous event had been packed, but this time, the demons had even crowded the entrance, filling the aisles like a sea of devils.

This was why Lai Yehua wasn't in high spirits. His nephew was from the fallen angel clan, and the demons watching would inevitably, albeit subconsciously, rate the fallen angels lower. Undoubtedly, this would negatively impact Huiguo's score.

Huiguo had initially been confident in assessing Wen Ying's true abilities in the demon realm for the major demons. Now, seeing the large audience, he muttered to himself inwardly.

Wen Ying wasn't too surprised by the crowd; if he were a demon, he would also try every means possible to catch a glimpse of the angelic Commander who had supposedly destroyed their ancestors.

Demons admired strength, and today, Wen Ying had no intention of hiding his capabilities. He planned to openly display the power that would awe them.

Sandbag Number One – Huiguo.

Looking at Huiguo, Wen Ying pondered where to begin. He hadn't visited Aruda recently, so he needed to bring a gift back.

Huiguo felt a chill run down his spine. He lifted his chin bravely and said, "I've heard so much about you these days. Today, I'll see for myself what you're really made of."

Wen Ying curved his eyes and flexed his hands. "No problem at all."

With the arrow already on the string, Huiguo couldn't back out. Doubts swirled in his mind, and he found it hard to believe that Wen Ying could truly defeat him effortlessly. He was now an adult and much stronger than before. While he knew he would lose, he couldn't accept that Wen Ying could win so easily.

Snap, Slash, Thud, Clang—

Lai Yehua nonchalantly raised a hand to his forehead, his eyelids drooping as he cursed inwardly.

Huiguo lay on the platform, his nose and cheeks bruised, his eyes wide with disbelief. His once plump and beautiful black wings were now half-plucked, looking pitiful.

Wen Ying casually stowed the feathers he had pulled from Huiguo into his spatial bracelet. He grabbed the demon's collar, tossed him off the stage, and announced in a restrained yet arrogant tone, "Next."

What an arrogant devil!

Many demons in the audience shuddered at the sight of Yun Lao's miserable wings. The second challenger, whose skin was tense, felt a chill run down his spine. Losing the fight wouldn't be too bad, but being left featherless...

In the center of the audience, Lennach said to a mysterious and aloof female demon beside him, "Our son seems to be having a tough time."

Na Yi adjusted her shawl, her deep, starry black eyes fixated on the demonic mirror on stage, revealing no discernible emotion.

Lennach, accustomed to Na Yi's silence, energetically continued his monologue without pause. The neighboring Mermaid King, unable to endure it any longer, interjected, "Lennach, can't you just speak less?"

Lennach turned his head, "I wasn't talking to you."

Veins popped on the Mermaid King's forehead. He wondered which gene had gone awry in this generation's Hellhound Clan Leader, resulting in such an impudent and verbose demeanor. Frequently, his words would provoke annoyance, yet he seemed oblivious to it.

Beros was the epitome of a proper Hellhound, but Lennach was an enigma.

He had heard that in the Human Realm, there was a dog breed called Husky. Those with too pure bloodlines were said to have questionable intelligence. The Mermaid King suspected Lennach might have a similar issue – his excessively pure bloodline possibly resulting in a deficit of wit.

All the demons who had challenged Wen Ying earlier that morning had been effortlessly defeated and stripped of their materials. This spectacle left many demons, who had come specifically to assess Wen Ying's strength, speechless.

Scarlet was relieved he hadn't participated; otherwise, he would have suffered the humiliating scene of being publicly disarmed.

The faces of the demon spectators, including the Mermaid King, darkened slightly. In the Demon Realm, without the augmentation of laws, Wen Ying, the angel hybrid, still posed a significant challenge to these seasoned, adult demons. Wen Ying dispatched the newly matured demons with the ease of slicing vegetables.

It was as if they were mere punching bags. Wen Ying showed no restraint, seemingly deliberately displaying his power for the benefit of these curious demons.

If his intention was to intimidate, then he had certainly succeeded.

Not only did he awe the powerful demons, but also the ordinary ones, treating them like mere poultry for slaughter... who wouldn't be terrified at such a sight?

Aluda had taught this hybrid angel to be exceptionally fearsome to demons.

During lunch break.

Sated with the spectacle, the demons gathered in twos and threes, discussing their observations and feelings. The Demon Academy buzzed with excitement.

On his way back to the dormitory, Wen Ying encountered a stunning female demon. Her beauty lay in an aura of mystery, especially in her eyes. When she gazed at him, Wen Ying experienced a brief moment of emptiness in his mind, as if something had swept through his soul, leaving a strong sensation of intrusion.

"Mother," said Beros, standing beside Wen Ying.

Wen Ying's gaze sharpened slightly. This demon possessed remarkable proficiency in matters of the soul.

Beros's... mother?

With a mix of curiosity and caution, Wen Ying assessed the demon blocking his path. She was a Demon Fairy, dressed in a form-fitting gown, with a shawl like flowing stardust draped over her shoulders. Her long black hair cascaded down like silk, her face sculpted like jade, exuding a composed yet invasive aura. The bold contours of her brows and eyes lent her gaze a profoundly expressive quality.

Boros bore a resemblance to this enchanting witch in the structure of his features, as well as the veil of melancholy that hung about his brows. However, Boros' inherent ferocity caused people to mistake that melancholy for gloominess.

"Wen Ying," he greeted politely, various thoughts swirling in his mind.

Na Yi nodded slightly. "I have something I'd like to discuss with you privately."

Wen Ying's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively glanced at Boros, whose expression remained unchanged, his reaction muted.

This statement made Wen Ying, who had experienced many things, sense that the approaching conversation might not be pleasant. But if Boros' mother truly objected to their relationship, she would have spoken up long ago, not waited until they had been together for so long.

With a fluttering heart, Wen Ying followed the enigmatic and majestic witch to the side of a nearby academic building, where a triangular space was formed by the arrangement of trees, shielding them from prying eyes.

"I have seen you in Boros' destiny," Na Yi said calmly, her tone composed. "Decades ago."