The Demon King' Chapter 211: \

We entered the hall. It was more like a massive arena surrounded by stands, where adult mages had already crowded. I stepped into the center, bouncing from foot to foot and cracking my neck. The thrill of battle began to slowly push away the exhaustion.

"Zenhald, no teleportation!" Alastia warned strictly, throwing up her hands.

"Understood, accepted," I replied, smiling predatorily.

A hum rose in the stands.

"Supre Archmage, go ahead! Show so class!" they yelled from sowhere above.

I theatrically pointed a finger at myself, like, "what about ?