Devil Slave (Satan system)

Chapter 583 The Trap 3

Lenny's flames were white flames. This was a natural bane for Demons and Devils. Coupled with his high rank, there was no way that Curtin was going to survive such a hit.

Victor walked up to the remaining part of Curtin that was still recognizable. 

It was half of his head. It was laid on the charred earth gasping and struggling for life. 

"Your..*COUGH!* Fighter... Lenny Tales... nice Trap!" Those were the final words he said before life seized from his eye forever into internal darkness. 

All of a sudden, a wave of exhaustion washed through his body and he could not help but fall on the ground beside Curtin's head. 

His breath was heavy and his body had kicked into its healing process, "Fuck! It's finally over..." 

Those words were heard by those in the Arena and immediately, a loud roar of victory resounded through the Arena.

"IMPOSSIBLE!!!" Agnes stared wide-eyed at the screen. She could not believe what she had just seen. 

Even Lady Vinegar by her side was the same thing. She too could not believe it. Just like that, Curtin was dead. Curtin's death, also meant that she had won and Riff would also die. 

Immediately, all eyes including Agnes turned to the screen displaying Lenny's Battle.

Riff had just landed a punch on Lenny. 

Lenny blocked with his forearms. 

Riff gritted his teeth as he poured in more force into the punch. 

However, the mark of the Primordial beast on his head suddenly shone and the bloody Red chains rushed out from it. 

They wrapped around his body like they had done every other loser before them and then the squeezing came. 

Lenny stood back and watched. 

"It would seem like your friend Curtin has lost at the hands of my boy!" Lenny chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, it will be over in a bit, okay?" 

Lenny turned to leave, after all, he had seen this scene many times over. He was tired of it already. 

However, he suddenly heard a loud laughter coming from behind him. 

"Lenny Tales, You know nothing. I am not one of those ordinary Chums. I remain Riff son of Augustus. And I don't think you are aware, but my father is also a Great Demon Powerhouse like the Primordial Beast." 

The moment Riff said this, he waved his hand, bringing out a small bottle of blood. 

He smashed the blood on his forehead and instantly, a new set of chains were formed from the blood. It wrapped around his body, capturing the other chains that were about to squeeze him to his death. 

*BREAK!*

*CLANK!*

The Red Chains broke and instantly, Riff was free again. 

Lenny watched this speechless for words. This according to what he knew, should definitely not happen. 

Immediately, Lenny took a fighting stance, very much ready to use the ace cards under his sleeve that he had been holding back on. 

However, Riff looked at him and chuckled. "I have lost this round, but you will definitely lose the next. 

He turned and with a jump, rushing into Imperilment, he was gone. 

lenny frowned at this. 

He could tell that those words had an underlying meaning. However, thinking about it now would just be him sponsoring a headache. 

He shook the thought out of his mind as he kicked against the ground into the air. 

Lenny immediately headed for the sight of the explosion. 

On reaching there, he looked around at the chaos, and just up ahead, he found Victor lying down close to Curtin's half-dead head.

Lenny sat close to him, "Hey, boy! Are you still alive?" 

Victor sighed, "If I was dead, you know you would die too, right?" 

Both of them chuckled lightly. 

All of a sudden, a portal appeared beside them. 

Lenny leaned over and patted his head a little, "Come on! let's go home. This place annoys me." 

With a little help from Lenny, Victor stood to his feet. 

Victor's regenerative ability was incredible. He was not all fixed up, but he was mostly fixed up already.

With Lenny's help, They advanced towards the portal.

The night hung in a velvety canopy over the arena, where stars glimmered like distant witnesses to the epic battle that had just unfolded.

As Lenny and Victor emerged from the portal, the once-tense atmosphere in the arena erupted into a symphony of cheers and applause. The crowd, a sea of faces illuminated by the soft glow of magical torches, roared in celebration.

Lenny, and Victor, supported by Lenny's steady hand, walked into the arena amidst the jubilation. The cheers were a tangible force, a wave of sound that echoed through the night, carrying the collective joy of a crowd that had witnessed a triumph against insurmountable odds.

The air crackled with energy as the crowd's exuberance spilled over, each cheer a testament to the resilience of the duo who had fought with valor. The night seemed to come alive with the fervor of the spectators, their voices merging into a harmonious cacophony that reverberated against the walls of the arena.

The magical torchlight cast warm hues on the faces in the crowd, revealing tears of joy streaming down the cheeks of some spectators. They had invested their hopes and emotions into the battle, and the victorious return of Lenny and Victor was a cathartic release of pent-up anticipation. 

Families hugged, friends exchanged triumphant high-fives, and strangers embraced in the shared ecstasy of victory.

However, amidst the overwhelming joy, there lingered a poignant note of sorrow. A few faces in the crowd, those who had rooted for the opposing side or harbored grudges, bore expressions of disappointment. The sorrow was palpable, a silent acknowledgment of defeat, and it mingled with the jubilation like a shadow in the midst of light.

Yet, even in their sorrow, there was a quiet respect. The undeniable display of skill and determination by Lenny and Victor had transcended loyalties and biases. The defeated factions, though disheartened, couldn't help but feel a grudging admiration for the resilience of the triumphant duo.

Lenny raised his free hand in acknowledgment, and Victor, though visibly exhausted, managed a grateful nod. 

As far as Victor was concerned, it was over. However, Lenny knew that the actual struggle was just starting. After all, right now, even amidst the crowd, different forces of different factions were moving. 

lenny sighed, "This is going to be a long night!" 

However, he was not the only one who thought so. Duncan stood on the city walls as he watched Clawed fight...