Moonlit Calamity: The Dragon Girl's Life of Idleness is Broken

Mo Xian and Shi Nie are both strong fighters who frequently appear on the arena. Although they have never actually faced each other on the same stage, neither of them has ever been defeated in their respective battles.

In terms of their respective strengths, one is meticulous and ruthless, while the other is as solid as a rock and unstoppable. It can be said that they each have their own way of winning.

It's really hard to draw a conclusion right now.

Deer Demon: "This... is true. Although Mo Xian is powerful, Shi Nie's strength is also undeniable."

The snake demon looked knowing: "Why don't we put them together? Their strengths are evenly matched, and a fight between them would not only be interesting to watch, but also suspenseful. The list of participants for this match is really high."

"Too."

The deer demon and the dog demon nodded in agreement.

That being said, it left viewers who wanted to place bets in a dilemma.

This match is hard to predict!

Who should we bet on?

Is it all just a matter of luck?

The deer demon asked hesitantly, "Then...who should we bet on this time?"

After careful consideration, the dog demon pushed his way to the front and slammed a bag of spirit crystals onto the table.

"All in on the cold-blooded beast lion."

The monkey demon, who was engrossed in calculating, looked up at the sound and smiled, shaking the abacus in his hand: "Alright!"

The deer demon squeezed in as well: "Then...then I'll bet on him too."

Brother Quan's judgment is rarely wrong; in the past, I made a lot of money betting with him.

When you can't make a decision yourself, following his lead is always the right thing to do.

The deer demon held the bag of spirit crystals in its hands and bowed devoutly, muttering, "Bless me, bless me."

The snake demon did not blindly follow; to be on the safe side, he placed bets on both sides.

On the stage, a black bear-like orc stood in the center of the arena, raising his hands in response to the cheers of the audience.

At the edge of the arena, three wounded wolf demons lay prone on the ground, their low whimpers drowned out by the cheers of the audience.

This is the Black Bear Orcs' third victory.

Although the black bear orc defeated the three wolf demons, he also suffered considerable injuries, so he gave up on the subsequent challenges.

The betting platform is closed.

After this part ended, the match between the Heavenly Fiend Demon Cultivator and the Cold-Blooded Beast Lion officially began.

The cold-blooded beast Lion Shi Nie leaped onto the arena with steady steps.

As a member of the orc race, Shi Nie was born with a tall and strong physique. Although he had a human body, his face retained some features of a lion, such as a thick mane and sharp teeth, making him look particularly majestic and imposing.

Orcs also inherited their wild instincts, possessing great strength and agility.

"Roar!"

He raised his arms to the sky and roared, his deep roar like a thunderclap, and the noise in the audience suddenly fell silent.

After the silence came a deafening roar of cheers as the audience chanted Shi Nie's name.

Clearly, Shi Nie established his presence from the moment he appeared.

Conversely, the appearance of the Demon Manifestation was rather low-key.

He floated quietly in mid-air, without any extra opening ceremony, just waiting for the competition to begin.

Demons have different appearances, but the most distinctive features are two horns on their foreheads and dark red runes on their bodies.

The demon's appearance was hidden under a black hood, and from half of his face, one could tell that he was a composed person.

A bang.

"boom!"

The two sides officially engaged in battle.

Around the arena, the stench of blood mingled with the aura of demonic beasts.

The audience stared intently at the two figures locked in a fierce battle on the arena, their faces radiating almost manic excitement.

Cheers, roars, shouts, and gasps overlapped, and a boiling wave of sound filled every corner of the arena.

"Oh no, what's going on? It's happening again, it's happening again..."

The dark purple demonic energy released by the demonic manifestation obscured the view of some viewers, drawing complaints and curses from many of them.

Bang bang bang!

The audience in the front row stood up agitatedly and banged on the iron railing to express their dissatisfaction.

"Hey! What's going on? I can't see anything!"

"What's the point of watching this...?"

"Tsk! That's the downside of having demons in a match; it always affects the viewing experience."

"Exactly, can you please stop using this tactic? It's making it impossible to see the battle situation clearly."

"Bear with it! Putting aside this flaw, it's still quite worth watching."

Long Chuqing's gaze passed over these fanatical faces and landed below the arena.

Through divine sense, one could glimpse many simple, uniformly sized rooms scattered beneath the audience seats—more like prison cells than rooms.

Inside the room, there were many different kinds of creatures, some sitting, some lying, and some sprawling.

One of the rooms contained a goat demon with half a horn missing. It looked quite young, and its left leg was twisted unnaturally, indicating it had been injured in battle. The wound was wrapped with a piece of blackened burlap, clearly indicating it had not received effective treatment.

There were three gray wolves next to him, which looked like the same three that had been defeated by the black bear earlier.

At this moment, they had completely transformed into beasts.

They huddled together, their bodies trembling with pain, blood and ash mingling on their fur, making them look quite wretched.

In the deepest room, a fully transformed demon lay sprawled on the ground, its body covered in wounds, with only the faint rise and fall of its chest indicating that it was still alive.

This shows that the atmosphere in the arena was sharply polarized.

The stands were filled with a frenzied commotion and shouts.

A deathly silence filled the audience; the faces of those forced to participate in the competition were filled with despair, fear, and terror.

The two present a stark contrast.

Strong individuals like Shi Nie and Mo Xian voluntarily participated in the competition for the prize money, while most of the creatures trapped in the prison were forced into it.

“This is the arena!” Long Chuqing said softly. “If Xiao Li hadn’t escaped, she would probably be locked up in these small, dark cells just like them, waiting for some unknown death match to come, becoming a brief pastime for the audience.”

From the vast universe to the smallest inch of land.

Whether in a small town or a bustling metropolis, a dark side is inevitable.

While city discipline can restrain some crimes, it cannot eliminate all of them.

Through them, Long Chuqing vaguely saw her former self.

Perhaps it was because I had also been in a helpless predicament like them that I felt a touch of empathy.

Feng Yu patted Long Chuqing on the shoulder: "That's just how the world is; the weak can't be saved."

Demand never ceases, and so does the gray area.

Even if they manage to escape now, as long as the arena continues to function normally, another batch of unfortunate individuals will come to fill the vacancies.

Tragedy will not stop, it will only repeat itself.

Moreover, they also need to constantly improve their own strength in order to avoid becoming prisoners like them.

Weakness is not a sin, but in a dog-eat-dog world, the weak must live more cautiously than others.

How can one survive in this ravaged world without immense power?

If you are strong enough, those bullies will naturally avoid you.

Long Chuqing returned a reassuring look: "I know."