For the first time, Claw Demon saw someone face-to-face with the "Elder," taking it as a game and showing no fear.

Wang Xiaole's casual attitude annoyed Claw Demon, but he didn't immediately explode in extreme anger; instead, he laughed in anger: "Hehehe, you have quite the confidence, I wonder where it comes from."

Claw Demon's voice sounded sinister, suitable for telling ghost stories to children on summer nights. From his reaction, one could see that although the demon clan did value Wang Xiaole to some extent, they were still not cautious enough.

However, even if he didn't value or believe that he would lose to the opponent, Claw Demon still wanted to give himself an extra guarantee, so he deliberately resorted to provocation: "Little girl, do you think you're very powerful?"

"I don't know!" Wang Xiaole shrugged, giving a straightforward answer: "I can defeat a calf in a one-on-one fight, but if I were to face a stronger opponent than a calf, I would probably lose... Are you stronger or weaker than a calf?"

It was such a stupid statement that Claw Demon was almost amused. He was struggling not to burst out laughing (this reaction was familiar). He thought this girl really had a problem with her brain, talking nonsensically and fearlessly, like a frog sitting in a dry well, living in her own small world, but when she looked up, she thought she saw the sky.

With such a brainless opponent, even with some means and abilities, how much could they really stir up? Claw Demon had come up with an idea, ready to use a small plan to make Wang Xiaole die miserably. In front of so many people, Claw Demon, with his eyes rolling, began to lose his shame and pretended to be a kind-hearted person as he suggested, "How about this? Since you're a weak chicken and I don't want to give you too much trouble, just stand still and don't fight back or dodge. Let me hit you three times. If you can withstand it, you win!"

What about this suggestion? As it turned out, although the face was a good thing, not everyone had it. It was like someone breaking into a house to rob, and when the homeowner prepared to resist, the criminal said, "Let me stab you three times" and emphasized, "I'm doing this for your own good."

Once this was said, the onlookers started throwing things. Takeout boxes, beverage bottles, melon seed bags, and a variety of objects were thrown at Claw Demon. It was quite difficult to make people hate you to such a degree, but Claw Demon didn't care. Sister Glasses had not yet had a chance to exercise her authority, and Wang Xiaole spoke again without hesitation, agreeing to an unreasonable request, and intentionally relaxing the conditions: "If I manage to withstand the three attacks, you don't have to leave. Just call me 'grandma' in the loudest voice you've ever used since birth!"

As a high school student, Wang Xiaole couldn't help but feel thrilled at the thought of being called "grandma" by someone over two hundred years old like Claw Demon. "Okay, I'll trust you. The bet is officially established!"

To be fair, Claw Demon hadn't thought too much about it yet, nor did he believe that he would have to face such an awkward situation. After all, how could he lose when he didn't fight back? Since it was a bet that guaranteed a win, why not agree to it? At this moment, Claw Demon couldn't help but feel that his opponent was really stupid.

Suddenly, the Claw Demon lowered his crossed arms and revealed his hands;

That may not be accurate, because for him, the so-called "pair of hands" were actually sharp beast claws;

The outer layer of the claws emitted a cold gleam, resembling weapons, and when the owner of the claws trembled, they abruptly extended and the tips of the claws greatly lengthened.

Now, the five claws on the periphery of his palm, when opened, were large enough to enclose a head, and with a snap, they could crush a skull.

Once, there were armors, city walls, and opponents, all torn apart under these claws one by one;

Now, a new target appeared before the Claw Demon;

Due to the close distance, there was no need to deliberately approach;

The Claw Demon simply lifted one arm, controlling the large claw to raise high. The shadow cast over Wang Xiaole felt quite nice, blocking the sunlight effectively.

The tips of the claws curved, resembling hooks. Even if the prey couldn't be torn apart in an instant, as long as they hit, they would penetrate the flesh;

The final attack was aimed at the area around Wang Xiaole's heart. The Claw Demon, who targeted this inherent weakness of humans, fiercely struck.

The claw wind distorted the air in front of the eyes, causing the flowing air currents to deviate like water suddenly changing its course.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiaole kept his promise, not counterattacking or dodging, and had not even moved a step, seemingly oblivious to the imminent danger.

The numerous lord figures surrounding the large area stood upright, each focusing their gaze on the central figure;

Their faces had not been able to calm down, and this was already considered good;

Even those who lacked courage dared not watch the upcoming scene, and could only cover one eye with their hand, occasionally sneaking a peek.

This was truly a "public spectacle"!

Regardless of how long the waiting time felt, in reality, it passed in the blink of an eye.

Approximately the time it took for Wang Xiaole to cover his mouth and yawn (he didn't sleep well last night), the onslaught suddenly fell upon him;

The sweeping claw wind came down horizontally, causing the untouched stage to be severed, revealing cracks.

However, the high platform was made of precious materials and had self-healing capabilities, so it would recover to new conditions in a short time;

But the human body could not do the same as the stage.

At this moment, the Claw Demon imagined dozens of scenes in his mind, all of them scenes of blood and gore;

The only difference between these scenes was the imagined state of Wang Xiaole, whether he would be half-dead or completely dead...

The rolling wind whirl closely adhered to the surface of the claws, hitting together with the sharpness, and the real sensation that came from the palm made the Claw Demon very pleased:

"Let's see if you can... Ah ah ah ah ah?"

The eerie voice of the Claw Demon that seeped into the bones suddenly changed, with the tone shifting in an instant, as if a different demon was speaking.

But there was no one to blame. The scene that the Claw Demon saw in his eyes, no matter who stood in his perspective to observe, would question how he had lived for hundreds of years.

From a distance, Wang Xiaole swung a long white leg and shook his body with his hands in his pockets;

Up close, the face of the "kind person" looked somewhat bored.

Feeling bored and having an improper posture, all these reactions were not considered important. The key point was something that the Claw Demon found hard to accept:

"How are you still alive?"

"You're such a terrible conversationalist. You killed the atmosphere instantly."

Wang Xiaole "haha" licked his lips, shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unfazed by the other person's surprise.

Unbelievable!

In his entire life, Zhao Mo had cut through bricks and metal, but he had never seen anything tougher than the above two materials.

Wang Xiaole's unharmed state made him suspect whether the other person was even human.

Zhao Mo wondered:

Perhaps the other person is just a ghost, otherwise why would their attacks have no effect at all?

Actually, he was probably mistaken. It wasn't as if there was absolutely no effect; the change finally became apparent in the next moment.

Crack!

As Wang Xiaole instinctively covered his chest with one hand when his clothes tore open, he fortunately avoided complete damage to the fabric. Only his abdomen was slightly exposed, to put it bluntly:

The situation became a bit more provocative...

"You pervert!"

Wang Xiaole uttered this word of contempt.

"You pervert!"

This chorus of contempt came from the crowd.

Leiduosi couldn't afford to challenge the disgrace of his companion that would bring shame to the entire Senate. His main reason for not refuting was that he felt it wasn't worth it.

In the minds of the common people, it seemed that besides being gradually looked down upon, the Senate was also labeled with the impression of having "moral problems."

How embarrassing!

"I protest, she's cheating in the duel."

The one who spoke out and reported Sister Glasses was none other than Zhao Mo, who had already violated the rules more than once. Who gave him the audacity to steal the bell from the thief?

Sister Glasses glanced at the demon race member and didn't comment. At most, she just raised her middle finger.

The verdict was silently announced, the report was ineffective, and the duel continued.

The gazes from the audience became heated, with each person unable to hide their excitement in their pupils. The blood in their veins was heating up at this moment.

Everyone knew:

The one who didn't follow the rules was the demon race, and the shameless one was the demon race. And now, they were still helpless against the demon race.

This feeling of the opponent cheating and having no way to do anything about it was truly wonderful to experience;

As compatriots, many of the common people also basked in the glory and experienced the pleasant taste.

There is no pain without comparison. The gaze from within the Senate camp clearly contained a hint of displeasure, and the emotions could easily turn to impatience at any moment;

Although, unlike when dealing with the beast race, no one was gossiping now, but Zhao Mo still sensed an invisible pressure.

This battle must be won, as it had already surpassed a simple matter of face and was now a matter of survival.

If he couldn't defeat the human girl in front of him, he would have no place in the Senate in the future, let alone passing the Leidusi level.

There is no need to emphasize:

Zhao Mo dug a hole himself and made a bet that he would win within three moves. If this showboating failed, the result awaiting him would be quite amazing.

Second move!

Although it was called one move, in reality, it was a concept that encompassed several attacks. According to Zhao Mo's twisted logic:

As long as he didn't put down his arm, no matter how many times he swung his paws, it would still consider it as "one move."

The piercing clash of weapons erupted, continuously ringing and echoing in incessant pounding, matching the noise was the continuous rapid assaults that moved like lightning and flickered like shadows.

Look at this speed, it seems that Xiaomo has always been single and has trained this speed as usual.

Wang Xiaole, speaking with sincerity in his heart:

I really regret agreeing to the bet. Currently, Xiaomo is itching his own stomach, causing an unbearable itchiness.

Fortunately!

Apart from the itchiness, there is no discomfort on the body. With a burst of impulse to scratch the skin and a little patience, it will pass.