The mont those words left his mouth, the uproar beca even greater than before.
Many demons nearly exploded from anger.
Several powerful demon geniuses imdiately rose from their seats.
Even the elves who had previously been observing the situation with indifference now appeared interested. After all, openly provoking an entire race inside the Combat Hall was not sothing one witnessed every day.
Far away, Karo's golden eyes slowly narrowed.
For the first ti since Max entered the arena, genuine interest appeared on the giant demon's face.
Most humans who entered the Combat Hall either feared the demons or avoided drawing their attention.
Max had done the exact opposite.
anwhile, among the enraged crowd of demons, one individual finally stood up.
The demon was enormous.
Standing nearly two and a half ters tall, his body appeared like a fortress of muscle and steel. Dark gray skin covered every inch of his body while nurous scars crossed his arms and chest, each one evidence of previous battles.
Thick black horns curved upward from his forehead while crimson eyes burned with fury. Resting upon his shoulder was a gigantic warhamr that looked heavy enough to flatten a mountain.
The demon's expression was incomparably ugly.
Clearly, Max's words had completely enraged him.
Without saying a single word, he directly jumped from the spectator section.
Boom!
The floor beneath him cracked as he landed heavily before the entrance to Arena Number 7.
The sheer force of the impact caused nearby spectators to take several steps backward.
Then, under the watchful eyes of countless participants, the demon stepped through the barrier and entered the arena.
The mont he arrived inside, a savage smile spread across his face.
His crimson eyes stared directly at Max.
The killing intent within them was so obvious that even the spectators could feel it.
Slowly, the demon lifted the gigantic warhamr from his shoulder before slamming its head against the arena floor.
Boom!
The entire platform trembled violently.
Cracks imdiately spread across portions of the arena as a result of the impact.
Then the demon finally spoke.
"Human, since you are so eager to embarrass yourself, I will personally teach you the consequences of insulting the demon race. Rember my na carefully, because it will be the last thing you hear before your defeat. My na is Draven, and I promise you that this battle will end in a single move."
His voice echoed throughout the Combat Hall as confidence radiated from every word.
Around them, countless demons imdiately began cheering.
Many already considered the battle finished.
After all, Draven was a peak Law Refinent Realm genius with a considerable reputation inside Starfall Haven.
anwhile, standing across from him, Max rely smiled.
There was no tension on his face.
No nervousness.
No concern.
It was as though he was not facing a powerful demon genius at all.
The atmosphere within Arena Number 7 rapidly beca increasingly intense as countless spectators focused their attention entirely upon the two figures standing opposite one another.
Max's first battle in the Ten Consecutive Victory Trial—
Was finally about to begin.
"Now, take my attack!" The demon roared.
The mont those words fell, the demon's muscles bulged violently, and dark demonic energy surged around his body like a storm. He gripped the handle of his warhamr with both hands, raised it high above his head, and then slamd it down toward Max with terrifying force.
Boom!
The entire arena shook violently the instant the warhamr descended.
The attack had not even fully reached Max yet, but the overwhelming pressure created by the hamr strike had already crushed the air in front of it, causing fierce waves of force to sweep outward in every direction. The stone beneath Max's feet cracked apart layer by layer while the surrounding battlefield trembled as if it could collapse at any mont.
Many participants watching from outside the arena felt their expressions change.
This demon was not rely relying on a large weapon.
His physical strength was truly terrifying.
The warhamr tore through the air with such brutal power that it seed capable of smashing a mountain into pieces, and the violent demonic energy wrapped around it made the attack even more frightening. Anyone standing beneath that strike would feel as if the sky itself was falling down upon them.
Yet Max did not move.
He watched the enormous warhamr descend toward him with the sa calm expression, and despite the terrifying pressure bearing down on his body.
He did not activate even one of his Seven Divine Veins, nor did he draw upon the power of his Draconic Essences, because in his eyes, this attack was not yet worthy of forcing him to reveal even the smallest part of his true strength.
The demon's warhamr tore through the air with a horrifying roar, and the force contained within it pressed down like a collapsing mountain, causing the stone arena beneath Max to split apart before the weapon even reached him.
Cracks spread outward like a dense spiderweb, and waves of broken stone were blasted into the air as the overwhelming pressure crashed down upon the battlefield. Many of the watching participants instinctively held their breath, because from their point of view, that strike was powerful enough to smash an ordinary genius into at paste.
Then, just as the huge warhamr was about to crash into Max's head, Max slowly raised one hand.
His movent was casual.
It was almost lazy.
The next instant, his palm closed around the head of the descending warhamr.
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted beneath him.
The entire section of the arena under Max's feet was instantly obliterated, and countless fragnts of stone were sent flying in all directions as the violent force of the demon's attack poured into the ground.
Dust and debris surged upward like a storm, and the shockwave swept across the battlefield with enough power to make the barriers surrounding the arena tremble faintly.
However, within that ruined crater, Max remained exactly where he had been.
His feet had not moved.
His back had not bent.
His expression had not changed.
He stood amid the shattered arena while holding the demon's huge warhamr in one hand, and the terrifying weapon that had seed capable of crushing everything a mont ago now looked like nothing more than a child's toy trapped in his grip.
For a brief mont, the entire arena fell silent.
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