Miss Witch is broke again.

The eight islands, represented by Li Huo Sky Island, are the administrative and commercial center of the Floating Cloud Ruins Archipelago. Although some witch families in the vicinity have their own legal sky islands, they still think about purchasing a piece of land on the eight islands.

This is similar to Aurora City a hundred years ago, where real estate in major cities was incredibly valuable.

This is the Sky Island where the Catcake Tavern is located.

Because of its strong commercial atmosphere, this area is mostly filled with entertainment venues, which has given rise to tense and exciting underground fighting tournaments.

Witches rarely dine in these low-class duels because they are too powerful. The arena used for a duel between two normal witches must cover at least several miles in circumference, something that underground arenas simply cannot achieve.

Do you really think the floating island land is free?

These underground arenas are mostly frequented by vassal races or witches. Since the destructive power of both sides is limited, they can simply call in a witch to reinforce and enchant the arena, which is cheap and convenient.

Although Tu Wen is a regular participant in the witch duel tournament, she sometimes comes to the underground arena to hone her sword skills without using magic.

Inside the crowded underground entertainment venue, the walls are decorated with colorful magic crystals, and the constantly changing red and green lights create an unparalleled atmosphere of excitement for the roaring audience below.

"Hey ma'am, how about some witch's cocktail? I swear it's the real deal, maybe a little watered down."

Ugly, short, green-skinned goblins were hawking their wares at the feet of the crowd, their hunched backs piled high with bottles that clinked together, creating strange, suspicious bubbles.

The goblin covered his lower body with a dirty apron, making his words seem unreliable.

As everyone knows, goblins are a race that has always been cunning and treacherous.

Tu Wen casually waved her hand, clearly rejecting the goblin's offer.

The green-skinned goblin muttered as he went to find his next customer, while the girl in black beside Tu Wen couldn't help but whisper in Tu Wen's ear:

"Sister Wen, do we really have to wear this?"

"If you're not wearing this outfit, Li-mei, are you planning to become an idol in this underground arena? Besides, our witch characteristics are too obvious; we'll be easily spotted."

Yes, Tu Wen and Su Li are in a small underground arena.

Although this place is a paradise of bloodshed and violence, in the witch's territory, every creature must obediently abide by the witch's order.

The various races, shouting wildly, were venting their pent-up violence, the bloated crowd shoving and jostling, while two duelists on the arena below were engaged in a frenzied brawl.

However, the outcome was clear: the tall, strong minotaur stomped hard on the troll's crotch, and with the excited shouts of the audience, the minotaur's hoof stomped down hard, and the troll let out a painful howl.

The Minotaur's violent act sent the audience's adrenaline soaring, and waves of cheers erupted.

"Good job, stomp on its balls!"

"Bull Demon Bali! Bull Demon Bali!"

"Screw your trolls, they've lost enough these past few days!"

"My goodness, its horns are so strong and powerful, I really want to taste them."

A seemingly wealthy dwarf made a fortune betting on the minotaurs and then casually bought most of the cocktails from the goblins selling them.

The dwarf picked up the cocktail and poured it into his mouth, but spat it all out the next second, roaring loudly:

"Damn liar! They dared to try and cheat me with cheap soapy water!"

However, the dwarves' anger was pointless, as the goblins had long since vanished.

Some people got angry because the player they bet on lost, and ended up fighting with the people next to them, which caused a frenzy among the audience.

The chaos on the scene was unlike anything Su Li had ever witnessed in her life; she had only just learned that beneath the glamorous and leisurely Sky Island, there was such a chaotic side.

The leisurely lifestyle of witch society is only for its own kind; as for the vassal races, their job is simply to contribute to the witches' magnificent civilization.

Tu Wen and Su Li were among the audience, but they were inconspicuous, and few people paid attention to them.

Su Li's stunning beauty was concealed; she was now a girl with decent looks and a very hot figure.

Tu Wen was dressed as a swordswoman, her thin chest covered only by strips of cloth, revealing enviable abs in the middle. Her heroic appearance combined with her delicate features greatly attracted the hearts of some witches, but they dared not approach her because of her sharp temperament.

The two women exuded a faint magical aura, and being female, they were regarded as witches by the vassal races. They instinctively kept their distance but were not afraid.

She's not a witch!

Disguise, though only a first-level spell, is enough to fool these lowly vassal races.

The troll, clutching his genitals, was quickly dragged away, the bloodstains along the way adding a delightful, pungent stench to the underground arena.

"Who else dares to challenge me! Challenge the mighty Baal!"

The minotaur raised his fist and roared, his heavy breaths exhaling white vapor. His scarred body was full of powerful muscles, which excited the audience even more.

"Who else...?"

"Anyone brave enough to go up?"

"They're all cowards! Bull Demon Baal! The strongest!"

"For the glory of the Wood Elves!"

……

A handsome young elf quickly lost his mind in the enthusiastic atmosphere; he flipped from the audience seats and jumped into the ring.

"For glory, I, Ariel the Wood Elf, challenge you."

The wood elf boy was very handsome, and his act of jumping from the stands into the arena made many women in the audience cheer. They couldn't wait to see this handsome elf defeat that ugly minotaur.

The onlookers, eager for excitement, were even more so; after all, they came here to seek thrills and fun, and the elf's behavior was perfect for enhancing the atmosphere.

Ariel's challenge brought the atmosphere in the underground arena to a fever pitch.

"Elf, use your weapon, or you'll die a horrible death!"

Ariel drew his exquisite short sword, its sharp blade gleaming with a cold light, clearly demonstrating the superb craftsmanship of the elves.

The elven boy still had some sense and drew his weapon without hesitation.

The minotaur roared and charged at Ariel, but the elf was very agile and dodged Baal's charge at the last moment, almost toying with him.

Baal slammed his head against the sturdy stone fence, the force causing his horns to pierce through the stone. The spectators below, seeing the sharp horns just a hair's breadth away from them, were so frightened that they scrambled to their feet.

The audience behind immediately cheered loudly, shouting that Bali should have used more force, and it would have been even better if some blood had been drawn from the bull's horns.

"Damn elves!"

Baal pulled out the bull's horn, shook his head to shake off the dust, and seemed a little angry.

"You stupid bull, how about casting a witch's tracking spell on your horns?"

Ariel mocked Baal mercilessly, but this action caused the minotaur to roar and start pawing at the ground.

Angry charge, the minotaur's signature move.

An enraged minotaur charged into the arena like a bulldozer, quickly leaving craters everywhere. However, the elf gracefully dodged Baal's attacks one after another.

This performance thoroughly entertained the audience, who cheered for Ariel repeatedly.

Perhaps feeling the atmosphere in the audience wasn't lively enough, Ariel did something even bolder.

He fought Baal in close combat, almost like dancing, always managing to dodge Baal's punches by the slightest margin, and then using his sharp short sword to leave bleeding wounds on Baal's tall and strong body.

This cat-and-mouse game drew cheers from the audience, who exclaimed that it was simply art.

"Bull Demon Baal! Where is your proud fist?"

"Idiot, I shouldn't have bet all my money on you, you stupid cow!"

"Fuck him, fuck that son of a bitch to death."

The situation was very unfavorable for Baal, and even the spectators were not optimistic about the Minotaur, thinking that the gladiatorial combat was over.

Baal has erupted!

Ariel easily teased the minotaur, and Baal's repeated attacks were in vain, making him increasingly arrogant and complacent.

However, Baal suddenly opened his mouth and roared, the sudden roaring sound waves hitting Ariel and instantly stunning him to the spot.

War Roar!

Taking advantage of the moment, Baal grabbed Ariel and slammed his hard knee into her soft abdomen. The elf, who had just regained her senses, was forced to bulge out of her eyes before she could even put up a fight, and nearly died from the blow.

Ariel, unable to resist, was thrown to the ground, and Baal's next actions made the spectators' blood boil.

Bali's face was full of cruelty. Since you like being a fly jumping around so much, then you can be a cripple for the rest of your life.

It gripped Ariel's limbs, twisting them one by one into pretzels, and the elf's desperate, painful screams ignited the atmosphere in the underground arena.

The elf was also dragged off the stage, and then Baal raised its head again, roaring, and declared that it was the strongest.

Su Li watched this scene and silently swallowed.

Just as she was about to say something, Tu Wen suddenly put her arm around her shoulder and said:

"This minotaur is pretty good, Li-mei, hurry up and take it down!"

?

Su Li was completely dumbfounded!

Then she involuntarily flew into the air and fell into the ring, where she met Baal, who was roaring.

Su Li turned around and saw Tu Wen giving her a thumbs up, her face beaming with a confident smile.

Ruined!