It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"We've always believed that humans weren't very good at fighting. Their bodies are inherently weak; a qualified adult male isn't even as strong as a newborn of our kind. However, they've proven through their strength that being born weak isn't a problem; anyone can have the heart to be the strongest."

"Among them, there are two powerful warriors who have proven their truth through their own flesh! Let me introduce their names first!"

Speaking of physical weakness, Bai Lin's physical strength wasn't actually related to human innate talent. Her physical strength came from both the intuitive numerical value given by her "level" and various strange buffs.

Chapter 1140 The Daughter of Ten Thousand Demons

Reinhardt, on the other hand, appeared equally abnormal. Bai Lin could sense no magical energy from him. He himself claimed that this body was the product of years of training... Regardless of how one looked at it, even knowing he was a Twilight God, aside from the common traits shared by all Twilight Gods, Bai Lin would conclude he was human.

Perhaps the humans in his world were indeed very similar to those here, except that they could also be trained to such a terrifying degree. Thinking carefully, the humans in this world were clearly much more extraordinary than the society he lived in, but the difference didn't seem that big of a difference.

"Throwing has always been a crucial aspect of hand-to-hand combat. This man, with his sturdy physique, has taken the power of throws to the extreme! Possessing a body of steel, he calls himself a wrestler. His physique is incredibly impressive, even among our clan."

As Reinhardt stepped onto the field, his commentary also entered the right track. The commentator on the stage looked at him with great excitement.

"Just looking at that torso, an overwhelming sense of oppression fills my entire body. And when you actually face his extravagant attacks, you'll realize that pressure is just the tip of the iceberg—in the auditions, he lived up to everyone's expectations. After grappling his opponent, he unleashed a powerful leaping ability, giving us a show of exaggerated pile-driving throws like a falling meteor!"

"Those who dare to cross him, beware. Being strong doesn't mean being slow. In the ring, he's like a powerful storm, powerful, and if you're not careful, he'll sweep you into his arms and severely injure you."

"He is the Tundra Meteor, Reinhard Z. Sokolov!"

The commentator's voice grew increasingly passionate. He waved his hands high, blending in with the crowd, giving the fighter his official welcome. The crowd's cheers grew even louder. Seeing this, Reinhardt proudly pointed his own hands toward the sky. He joined in the cheers, appearing far more eager for the ring than Bai Lin.

After all, professional wrestling is a sport that often involves interaction with the audience. Atmosphere is crucial, and Reinhardt certainly wouldn't neglect that.

Soon, the commentator coughed twice and began to speak.

"The path to becoming the strongest knows no distinctions between gender or race. Our other human fighter standing here is the perfect proof of this! She possesses an angelic appearance, bearing the title of unrivaled warrior from afar. She wields the calm and mysterious demeanor of a master, and beneath her youthful exterior lies a forged foundation."

"In the auditions, she used near-divine feats to face a sea of ​​diverse opponents, snatching swords with her bare hands, flawlessly wielding various weapons and her own fighting skills, effortlessly swerving through the waves of her enemies. She walked through a sea of ​​flowers without a single leaf getting on her, yet she managed to remain unscathed by even a single drop of water!"

"The style she uses is unknown, and it's impossible to predict how much more skills she can display! The only thing we know is her name—"

The commentator took a deep breath, raised his spirit, and then placed his hand heavily on the platform in front of him, announcing the sound of sedimentation and Bai Lin's title.

"Unparalleled in the world, the Holy Son..."

The crowd cheered enthusiastically, seemingly undeterred by Bai Lin's pseudonym. Frankly, they might not be that familiar with human naming conventions, and perhaps couldn't tell it wasn't a name.

Bai Lin held countless titles, but in this instance, she wielded the seemingly arrogant, yet profoundly grounded, title of "Unparalleled in the World." She enthusiastically greeted the crowd, though not overly enthusiastically, yet she certainly wasn't unwilling to join in the frenzy. Then, she clasped her hands, as if nothing could shake her. Even this enthusiasm was unwavering.

"Next, it's the turn of the two who excel in the use of magic. Although everyone in our clan is more passionate about fighting with steel and blood, those who can apply magic to combat and delve into it to perfection are naturally equally worthy of respect."

The commentary goes on to say this, and then mentions,

"Furthermore, humans themselves are not naturally gifted in magic. To have reached this point, the difficulties they have experienced are no less than those of you who have trained your bodies. They have also gone through an arduous journey to become powerful. So, let's see—"

He raised his hand and cast his gaze towards Katie Pello, who was walking towards Bai Lin from the side and gently greeting the audience.

"This woman may seem ordinary, but just as the Saint Son contestant possesses boundless martial arts skills, it seems she has also reached a similar level of magical prowess. During the auditions, she completely calculated every move of her final opponent, practically controlling everything."

"With her boundless knowledge, she firmly grasps every situation, making it seem as if you have unknowingly entered a magical illusion, forcing you to follow a path that is doomed to failure. Can you, powerful warriors, break through the web of magic she has set?"

"According to her, she's the girlfriend of the Saint Son contestant, and a big part of her motivation for participating was wanting to personally experience something her partner would be interested in. That's truly bizarre! But now that she's here, I have reason to believe she'll be inspired, triggering the inner drive to become stronger."

At this point, Bai Lin couldn't help but prick up her ears. She felt that she was about to hear what she wanted...

"Because she's never participated in a ring match, the contestants who supported her on the way to the auditions had already come up with a suitable title for her. Daughter of Ten Thousand Demons, El!"

The commentator called out Katie's pseudonym loudly, and at the same time pointed out a title full of middle school atmosphere. Bai Lin couldn't help but pat Katie who walked over to her and was still responding to the audience.

"Did you hear that? The Daughter of Ten Thousand Demons is so cool!"

"If you want, I'll set up a group suggestion spell and give it to you later."

Katie, however, remained calm and composed, seemingly unconcerned about how others addressed her. She continued to smile and wave, not even glancing at Bai Lin, but also responding naturally.

I feel like I've hit my comfort zone, so I've been writing more these past few days. Of course, you won't see this content until a few days later. And even if I write more, I won't post more than once, hehe.

Someone earlier complained about the length of the fight scenes, and I think this one is pretty long too. But I actually think fights are a really good way to express the characters, and I think I wrote them pretty well. Some of the upcoming fights will incorporate modern combat techniques, and some will incorporate modern martial arts. They should be quite entertaining for those interested. For the magic-heavy parts, try to be as imaginative as possible.

And I think that in the entire third volume, Bai Lin's serious fighting scenes are quite rare, although I did it on purpose.

Chapter 1141 Iron Fist Saint

"Ahem, but considering your proficiency in magic, I feel that the title of Lord of Ten Thousand Demons is more appropriate. In terms of quantity alone, the martial arts I master cannot be compared with your research on magic—"

"You know this kind of thing can't be measured by quantity, Rin. And... I'm still a long way from here. Although it's just a useful tool for me, the road to learning magic is endless."

Katie responded to Bai Lin very rationally. Although she was very powerful, she always had a sincere and humble heart. Perhaps this was the secret of her strength. At this moment, she suddenly changed the subject and looked at Bai Lin, close to his cheek.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Demons may be more domineering, but haven't you overlooked the fact that she's actually quite delicate and weak? She can make her partner subconsciously feel that she's not quite feminine enough—doesn't it seem necessary to specifically remind her?"

Bai Lin had long been accustomed to Katie's sudden attack at this time. His face only turned slightly red, and he said,

"I just think you're awesome, that's not my intention. It's just a title in the ring. To me, it's just a symbol of your strength. As for what you're like off the stage, don't I know?"

"Humph."

Katie said nothing more, just moved slightly to the side and took her place among the contestants.

The last person had already come to the two of them. She looked like a clergyman, but she was not polite at all. She shouted at Bai Lin softly,

"Hey, you are the Holy Son, right?"

Seeing that the other party came to provoke him, Bai Lin did not show any special attitude.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

"I've often heard rumors about you since I was in Camitlan. When I first met you, I only heard that you were an adventurer working under that witch, Sora."

The other party narrowed her eyes, and seemed not to be very satisfied with Bai Lin. She also folded her hands, and spoke in a gentle voice with a strong spirit.

"As the legendary Holy Son, I find it extremely disappointing that I'm merely doing what any ordinary adventurer can do. I began my own journey long before you began to travel among the alien races. Since those who bear such great titles are unwilling to do anything, I will personally do what you should have done."

Her tone sounded impolite no matter how she spoke. Although she was short, she seemed to be looking down on Bai Lin. At this moment, she changed the subject slightly and said,

"But in just a few years, your reputation has been praised throughout this continent. It is completely different from the reputation heard in Camillan. I acknowledge your achievements, but—"

Suddenly, her eyes widened slightly, and an extremely powerful pressure came over Bai Lin. Her strange brown eyes were like the sun hanging in the sky, constantly burning with the light of day, as if examining every detail of Bai Lin. And she also suddenly moved a little closer,

"While it's possible that you've made progress in strength, I have reason to believe that you're hiding something from humanity and not exerting your full strength to do what you should be doing. Now that we've met, I must personally assess your strength and determine your subsequent judgment."

Their eyes met instantly, and Bai Lin's expression changed slightly. Facing such an accusation, her brows seemed to be slightly twisted, and there was a hint of anger between her eyebrows. But after a moment's pause, she leaned close to Katie's ear and asked quietly,

"This person's speech is a bit too immature. Who is she? Why is she so arrogant?"

This question was perfectly heard by the other party. It was obvious that Bai Lin did not take the other party's words too seriously, and even looked down on her. Katie Pello looked at her for a moment and replied,

"The Church's Saint, Shirlin, is generally a rotating position. Most are rotated every few years. After all, while this position is for a special person chosen by God, it also serves as a symbol of the contemporary Church. It's like the CEO of a company in your time."

"However, in recent years, there has been an incident where a Saint resigned after only six months in office, replacing her. Although publicly stated to be normal procedure, according to some behind-the-scenes information shared by my roommate Yue Luo, she resigned on her own initiative. I don't care much about this information, but based on what I've learned, I can make a simple inference..."

"She resigned, probably because she was dissatisfied with the church. She wasn't happy being a political puppet; she wanted to do something else. After all, not long after resigning, she completely disappeared from everyone's sight. This aligns with the time she stated, and her appearance is roughly the same."

As she spoke, Katie Pello made sure her gaze stayed on the man in front of her.

"Besides being the Saint of the Church, she's also a familiar name among adventurers: the Holy Maiden of the Divine Fist. However, she wasn't active during your time, so you probably haven't seen her much. Of the recent Saints, she's arguably the most practical, though she has little to do with the Church itself."

It wasn't a common occurrence in Camitlan for someone in a prominent position to have a reputation as a former adventurer, but it was not uncommon. After all, in a society like this, where the gap between ordinary people and those with fighting ability was vast and unstable, it was common for the powerful to easily gain status. For example, the former Prime Minister, Yamashita Kanon, whom Bai Lin knew well, was also a person with considerable achievements.

However, Bai Lin had always been a workaholic, and she'd only heard about these famous figures through casual conversations with her companions during travels or while resting in taverns. She didn't really pay much attention, generally forgetting what she'd heard. So, it seemed like there was such a person.

Divine Fist? It reminds me of the Jesus Divine Fist in a movie. It sounds even more humorous than the Daughter of Ten Thousand Demons.

After listening to Katie's explanation, the Holy Maiden of the Divine Fist, whose former name was mentioned, also raised her head. So much so that Bai Lin even ignored it. When she just said she didn't know the other party, she had a slightly angry expression.

"Got it? I'm your senior."

"I see. He's just a brawler. He's unfamiliar with politics and can't stand it. He just ran out there in a fit of rage to take risks. He's been around for a few years, but I haven't heard of any real achievements. He calls himself a senior, but in reality, he's just a brat who doesn't even know where to start."

Chapter 1142 Don’t Be Anxious

When Bai Lin spoke, although his tone was not contemptuous, it was at least not polite, and the content of his words was very sharp. The Iron Fist Saint, who had been holding her head high, naturally changed her expression immediately, and said angrily,

"What did you say?"

"Don't worry, don't worry. I'm not scolding you. I'm actually the same way myself. Compared to those who possess great wisdom and can see the big picture, I'm just a warrior."

Bai Lin said this, she was not impatient, she expressed her attitude conservatively and calmly.

"There's nothing wrong with starting small, step by step. Being an adventurer in Camitlan might seem unreputable and ordinary, but it's also about following your heart and working hard. Like you, although I haven't heard about what you've done here, I believe you've also been down-to-earth and done what you believe is right. But—"

She paused for a moment, and then spoke word by word.

"What qualifications do you have to judge me?"

The momentum of the two did not collide from beginning to end. Facing the other's demeanor, Bai Lin remained calm, even now. But the ups and downs between the words were already provoking the other's heart. Bai Lin narrowed his eyes slightly and said,

"You don't want to be bound by the church's rules and regulations, wanting only to use your own fists to do the purest things. And I feel the same way. You bring up the so-called human standpoint, which only makes me feel a little confused. Regardless, I did the best I could. Do you think that because of your own strength, you can deny the efforts of those weaker adventurers?"

Objectively speaking, a gentleman judges deeds, not intentions. Even though the Iron Fist Saintess had considerable achievements in the past, in recent years, Bai Lin had brought back countless technologies, civilizations, and knowledge from the alien races to humanity. If we were to truly judge their achievements, it would be difficult to determine who was superior.

Even if we talk about the heart, Bai Lin's words are sincere enough.

She stared at the other person, looking down at the girl who was glaring at her angrily.

"In the final analysis, between you and me, what is qualification? What are you going to use to test me and judge me? Aren't we both well aware of this?"

Regardless of the traces, only the heart matters. And when these two similar people collide with each other, there is indeed a simplest way to discuss the heart.

In an instant, a powerful roar echoed. A streak of golden light flickered intensely, emanating from Bai Lin's rock-steady forearm as it collided with the Saint's suddenly unleashed fist. The force of this punch, like a sledgehammer, caused the ground beneath Bai Lin's feet to crumble several inches. However, Bai Lin's defense was equally strong. She merely held her arm up; otherwise, no part of her body wavered.

Although the arm was only slightly slender, it absorbed the impact of the hammer like a tower shield, which was reassuring.

Is there a more appropriate way to speak than with your fists?

Soon, both sides withdrew their strength. The Iron Fist Saint's expression calmed down, no longer as arrogant and domineering. She raised her eyebrows slightly and no longer intended to pursue. Perhaps this attack was just to show that she understood Bai Lin's intentions.

"It seems you have misunderstood. I am not someone who enjoys fighting. You and I are not the same kind of people."

Before the official competition began, fighting between the two contestants was naturally forbidden, and the Saint was well aware of this. During this small, somewhat tolerable collision, she restrained her temper. After all, Bai Lin was here, and he couldn't escape. Her expression, now sullen, became even sharper than before.

"But I'll definitely use it to get to the bottom of this. And by the way, I'll also give you a beating for calling me a brat."

Bai Lin smiled slightly.

"If you don't want to be called a little kid, then why don't you give me a nickname?"

"Grey, just call me Grey."

As she spoke, Gray turned around and prepared to stand somewhere farther away from Bai Lin.

In this direct confrontation, although her attitude suddenly became sharper, the atmosphere between the two seemed to subtly ease. Bai Lin didn't call her by her code name directly. If it wasn't because she felt it was not easy to call her by her code name, it was probably because she thought that since Gray had left the church, she might not like the word "Saint" so much.

Similarly, the conversation with Bai Lin and the attack also made her feel a little bit about Bai Lin's personality, which naturally reduced her speculation.

Maybe she is really a good person, but I am just worrying too much.

"As for me, just call me Holy Son. Actually, I'm not as keen on fighting as you think. Fighting is so tiring."

Bai Lin said this in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, and her tone was steady. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face.

"But since we're about to fight, I hope you won't let me down..."

"Little ghost."

Gray's expression changed drastically again. She poked her head out, walked around Katie Pello, who was standing between them, and glared at Bai Lin. Bai Lin, who had taken advantage of her, didn't seem to feel any pressure at all, only relaxed and happy.

At this moment, the commentary about Gray also just ended. The person on the commentary platform raised his fist and said,

"If the four strong candidates who passed the auditions have already captured the expectations of the audience, then the following content will definitely not disappoint everyone present."

"The powerful warriors who have demonstrated their skills in this arena, each with their own unique style, are about to take the stage!"

The cheers, even louder and more boisterous than when Bai Lin and the others appeared, instantly rang out as the commentator said this. The audience's enthusiasm rose even more with the increase in decibels. The commentator also said,

"I know I'm just as excited as you all right now! In this most competitive arena, at this festival of seeking truth, their figures will soon be revealed once again! Although some may have heard that the number of participants will be reduced, the quality remains the same. Every single one of them was among the top eight in the previous competition!"

Based on past experience, the Sword and Flame Beast Battle tournament typically consists of a base field of thirty-two contestants. In other words, those within the quarterfinals had at least survived the first two rounds of battle and were fully qualified to be considered strong contenders. This inevitably piqued Bai Lin's interest. The commentary's words, reflecting the audience's enthusiasm, continued to rise.

Chapter 1143 What about you?

The first contestant descended from the sky, a massive figure, his carapace thick as if clad in heavy armor. A pair of majestic steel wings, in hand, a matching hammer. As soon as he landed, he echoed the commentary, enthusiastically joining the crowd. His aura rivaled Reinhardt's, akin to the embodiment of power.

The second contestant, even before she arrived, already exuded an aura of unparalleled sharpness. Following a flash of slashing blows that seemed to rend the very fabric of space, her figure emerged. She stood with grace, one hand wielding a swift sword in a flowery motion, then sweeping it forward in a deft, provocative circle. With the other, she sheathed her dagger at her side, harnessing her hidden power. Her form was elusive, her demeanor that of a lithe knight.

The third contestant emerged from the inner chamber, unassuming yet imposing. He carried a massive spear, his heavy steps elevating his aura. Eight feet tall, his long wings a majestic cape. His uncommon bearing made one believe he possessed extraordinary strength.

The fourth contestant, a slightly shorter figure, had appeared beside the group without them noticing. Hidden beneath his wings, he revealed a pair of chilling little sickles. His sinister demeanor, coupled with his sly, dark eyes, gave off a sense of his cunning and deceitful nature.

Four powerful competitors had already appeared, forming a formation in front. They each possessed distinct styles and unique head-on abilities. While close combat was undoubtedly Bai Lin's forte, even now, she didn't dare underestimate any of them. Four against four, the auras of the crowds on the field clashed.

"What an unexpected coincidence! The four strong men with a history of competition that we had originally prepared to participate in the competition are exactly matched in number by the four humans who made it through the auditions. Could it be that a battle between humans and our clan is about to begin?"

The commentator's voice was filled with surprise. Although this sentence made some sense, it was more like a joke to cater to the situation, an inadvertent question. But at this moment, someone confirmed his doubt.

"That's a great idea, let's do it."