That was Projection Magic, a spell of the air-type said to operate on the same principles as a mirage. It was originally used for reconnaissance on battlefields, but later, the grand theaters and arenas of Demon City also adopted this system, expanding its functions to what they are today.

Glancing at the crowd-packed stands, Luo Yan found it his first time to realize that the demons of Demon City actually loved such spectacles.

In this world without "Internet marketing," all fifty thousand tickets for the event had sold out within just one day.

Of course, perhaps due to the absence of the Internet, the demons of Demon City were more bored than one might imagine.

"Dear live audience members! Friends watching the broadcast! I am Agnes, the host of this duel!"

On the towering podium, a demon with four arms, yelling excitedly into a stone tablet engraved with a Sound Amplification Magic Array, successfully heated up the atmosphere throughout the venue.

"Leading the entry is the Demon King from Leiming County, a high achiever from Demon King Academy! Although his own strength is rumored to be only bronze, according to data provided by Demon King Academy, he is the only Demon King in recent years to have graduated with full marks in every subject! Let's give him a round of applause!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

As the host's words fell, the venue erupted with deafening cheers and whistles.

Weirdly shaped demons waved their arms and clapped, bubbling with excitement as if they, not Luo Yan, were standing in the duel arena.

"Take him down! Demon King!"

"Smash that dumb ox to the ground!"

"Hahaha! Let that dumb ox see how terrifying our Demon King is!"

The excitement wasn't limited to the stands; the VIP box in the prime viewing position was just as lively.

Mia, shouting encouragement, almost smashed her nose against the floor-to-ceiling glass window as she yelled out loud.

"Go on!!! Luo Yan! Chop off his horns, stuff them into his nostrils, and force him to eat them!"

That excited, crass shout didn't sound like her usual self but rather like a twin sister who looked identical to her but with a completely opposite personality.

Sitting on the VIP box's couch and sipping tea, Festin Padric choked on his tea and coughed lightly, jesting,

"I think a Horror Demon might not be able to eat with its nose."

"It was just a figure of speech!" Mia turned her head back, indignantly saying, "Dad, you have no idea how overbearing he is! A silver-ranked Horror Demon, daring to challenge a bronze-ranked human! It's utterly shameless!"

Moreover, what was more hateful was that the guy had taken advantage of Luo Yan's fondness for her, deliberately choosing to initiate the duel when she was nearby!

Although she had tried to persuade Luo Yan not to accept his provocation, on closer thought, Luo Yan was a man after all; how could he possibly want to lose face in front of a lady.

She dared not claim it was 100% because of her, but at least 30%... perhaps even 50% of the reason, she was confident in that belief!

As usual—

It was also something she only realized after carefully analyzing it once she got home!

"Bronze, huh..." Festin smiled meaningfully.

He had not mentioned to his daughter that he had seen that young man in the library before.

Although he couldn't see his soul level, judging by the shape of his spirit entity, that boy was definitely not merely bronze.

Most likely, he was silver.

At that thought, even he, a Grandmaster, couldn't help but feel a bit of anticipation.

There would be a good show to watch in a moment.

"Reserved, my child, how many times has Mom told you, you need to remain reserved and graceful in front of the one you like. You should pretend to be prey and approach, then strike like a hunter, not the other way around, being led by the nose by the prey and falling into the prey's trap. Hasn't Professor Lillith taught you? What you can't have is the most precious."

Not far behind Mia, an elegant and matured lady, with pink hair reaching her slender waist and delicate braids twined among her waterfall-like long hair, chic and enchanting yet princess-like dignified, smiled.

Unlike Mia, her demeanor was clearly more mature and composed.

However, the craftiness hidden deep in her eyes was identical to Mia's, making them look less like mother and daughter and more like sisters from the same mold.

"It's okay, Mom, he can't see here!" Mia said with pride, puffing up her chest, "And I can feel it; he can't stay away from me now, hehehe."

"Oh? Really?"

Serena Padric's face lit up with a playful smile, her index finger touching her bright red lips, "Why don't we test that."

"Mom!!!"

"Ahem."

It wasn't just Mia who exclaimed excitedly; even Festin, sitting on the couch and sipping tea, also coughed softly.

"Hehe, dear, don't be jealous, I'm just joking... and demonstrating," Serena chuckled coyly, floating over to her husband's side with her delicate hands resting on the "hunter's" shoulder.

"Speaking of which, time flies so fast. After all these years, even my darling daughter has found someone she likes."

"Indeed, it's been so many years," Festin said, placing his tea cup on the tray, watching the collected young man standing in the arena, a smile curving his lips.

"Let's see just how good our daughter's taste is."

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