Before the blow landed at the foot of Changyu Lanshan, Lu Zhaozhao flashed in front of him and raised her fist high.

"What is she trying to do? Try to out-strength Changyu Lanshan? Is she crazy?!" Nan Rongrui exclaimed in surprise, while Cheng Sangji also frowned, his face showing disapproval.

Lu Zhaozhao knew all too well that this wasn't the best approach, but at that moment, she suddenly longed for a brutal, hand-to-hand combat.

"This is insane!"

The two fists collided with such force that they generated strong gusts of wind.

The body hardened by the body-refining technique is far beyond that of ordinary people, and even far exceeds that of ordinary demons, but Changyu Lanshan is not an ordinary demon.

The Luwu clan's advantage was fully demonstrated in this regard. Even the severely injured and out-of-control Changyu Lanshan was not at a disadvantage in a head-on hand-to-hand combat.

The smell of blood filled my nostrils, and blood seeped from my knuckles.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Blood beads flowed down the wrist bone, the blood of Changyu Lanshan and Lu Zhaozhao mixed together, but the force of the punch was not diminished in the slightest.

"Bang--"

The two men's bones creaked as they stepped back, only to collide again very quickly.

Their punches and kicks rained down on each other, each strike accompanied by a dull thud of flesh colliding.

With a punch, Lu Zhaozhao aimed at Changyu Lanshan's face, and she heard the cracking sound of his bones breaking.

With a single punch, Changyu Lanshan launched a fierce attack on Lu Zhaozhao's ribs, causing her to feel excruciating pain.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Countless collisions were occurring at a speed that was difficult to track with the naked eye.

At this moment, neither Lu Zhaozhao nor Changyu Lanshan were in good condition, but she felt incredibly relaxed and happy.

As for Changyu Lanshan, he seemed to slowly regain consciousness amidst these repeated impacts.

Just before the match ended, his consciousness returned, and he was stunned by the scene before him, but Lu Zhaozhao's fist was already in front of him.

"boom--"

With a deafening roar, Changyu Lanshan's body flew backward and crashed heavily onto the adjacent slab.

He clutched his chest, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then his vision began to blur.

Lu Zhaozhao stood on her own plate, panting heavily.

When I inhale, I feel a sharp pain in my chest, which means two of my ribs are broken; when I try to move, I can barely lift my left hand, but my right hand is completely fractured and can only hang down.

"Truly a peerless physique among the demons." She smiled and sighed with satisfaction.

Flames of heavenly fire erupted from within his body, spreading and covering the injured area.

This is an added benefit of body tempering; her recovery speed is hundreds or thousands of times faster than that of ordinary people!

Her body swayed, but not because she was out of consciousness; rather, it was because the ground she was standing on was falling.

"Clap clap clap." The palace guard clapped his hands in encouragement.

Without the palace guards holding him back, Changyu Lanshan immediately ran towards the area where Changyu Languan was located.

"Lanshan, wake up!" Changyu Languan anxiously checked on his condition and helped Changyu Lanshan half-up to lean against him.

As Lu Zhaozhao walked down from the platform, she passed by the two people and couldn't help but glance at them.

The worry on Changyu Languan's face seemed genuine. During the fight, she had noticed that Changyu Languan seemed to have a conflict with the Palace Guard outside the arena. She probably wanted to enter the arena, but was stopped by the Palace Guard.

While she was engaged in a fierce battle with Changyu Lanshan, Changyu Languan was also locked in a fierce battle with the palace guard.

However, Changyu Lanshan clearly showed utter disgust for this older brother, but Changyu Languan's concern did not seem fake.

What an incomprehensible pair of brothers! Lu Zhaozhao smiled to himself.

Just as she was about to leave, Changyu Languan suddenly called out to her.

Thank you.

Lu Zhaozhao was confused, so Changyu Languan continued, "You fought with Lanshan, which allowed him to release the pent-up energy in his body. The last punch also caused the blood stasis that had been accumulating for a long time to dissipate. So..." He paused and continued, "You saved Lanshan's life, and I will repay this kindness."

After hearing what he said, Lu Zhaozhao finally understood.

Heaven and earth can bear witness that she really just wanted to have a fight because she was itching to, but she didn't expect to accidentally help Changyu Lanshan. However, since Changyu Lanshan had already said so, she didn't need to refute it, so she simply took advantage of the situation.

The palace guard coughed, drawing everyone's attention.

"The ten who win this decisive battle will become the Demon Lord's personal guards, directly under the Demon Lord, with a rank equivalent to a deputy general. They will depart for the border tomorrow to fight against the human race together."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at everyone present and added, "The forty defeated contestants can also serve as my personal guards, directly under my command."

The forty contestants, who had just been disheartened by their defeat, were overjoyed upon hearing the news. The entire hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere, except for the eight tribal commanders present.

"He's trying to challenge us. Deputy general, humph, why not just appoint him as commander-in-chief!" Commander Nanrong cursed inwardly, complaining to Commander Chengsang beside him.

The Gu Diao Clan's commander, Cheng Sang, looked exceptionally old. He was the oldest and most experienced among those present. At this moment, his cloudy eyes gleamed with a sharp light: "What's there to be afraid of? All eight clans are involved. The remaining two are easy to win over. If they don't know what's good for them, don't blame us for being ruthless."

“That’s not what I’m worried about. I’m afraid we’re not united. Changyu Languan is a wicked man, and his younger brother is not easy to deal with either. I’m afraid he might turn against us to oppose Changyu Languan.”

“Changyu Languan knows what he's doing and won't make any mistakes in this matter. As for his younger brother…” Commander Chengsang paused, his tone turning ruthless, “If he can't manage him, then we elders will take over!”

Upon hearing this, Commander Nanrong smiled and said, "You are very knowledgeable, no wonder. You have raised Ji so well. Whether it is cultivation or mental skills, he can be considered the strongest among the eight clans."

“Ji is the clan leader. His opponent is not the new generation of the eight clans, but the strongest in the entire demon race!” Commander Cheng Sang said sternly. Commander Nan Rong smiled awkwardly and nodded in agreement.

Commander Chengsang ignored him and instead focused his gaze on Chengsang Ji.

This is the successor he personally nurtured. His cultivation and demeanor are far beyond what ordinary people can achieve. Wherever he is, he will unconsciously become the center of attention. For example, right now, although the other seven clans are standing casually, they are all centered around him.

However, Cheng Sangji seemed off today; his gaze was not on the big picture, but focused on one point.

Commander Chengsang followed his gaze and saw a woman in green.

He pondered for a moment, then summoned his subordinate: "Find me that woman's life story and information about her ethnic group."

The subordinate accepted the order and left.

Commander Nanrong was drawn by his movements and followed his gaze, immediately understanding: "That woman is said to be from the Nüba clan."

"Female slave?"

“Yes, Arui mentioned in her letter that this person’s cunning and cultivation are no less than Ji’s, and they have suffered losses several times. However, I heard that Ji is quite interested in her, and a few days ago he even sent Arui to ask me for the records of the Nuwa clan,” Commander Nanrong continued to add.

"Is that so?" Commander Cheng Sang stroked his long white beard, his dead fish-like eyes fixed on Lu Zhaozhao in the arena.