Aubrey stood on the ring, his aura sweeping across the entire arena.

The surrounding space trembled slightly under this oppressive force, like glass being blown by a storm and making a cracking sound in the air.

Ares was slightly taken aback by the scene before him.

At that moment, a sense of hesitation and caution arose in his heart.

The man before him seemed less fragile than he had imagined; in fact, he was somewhat frightening.

Is this an illusion?

He has always sought violence and combat, and driven by this almost fanatical desire, he has defeated countless humans and beasts.

But the white-haired young man in front of him put a lot of pressure on him.

From both a human and a beast's perspective, this tranquility felt strangely oppressive.

This unprecedented human seems to be much stronger than the previous "masters."

No, it should be that it's very strong.

"Who are you?"

Ares frowned, facing the pressure within him, and asked.

Silence filled the air. Aubrey did not speak, only the faint vibrations disturbed his ears.

Silence, like a receding tide, enveloped the entire arena.

In the ensuing silence, the audience witnessed this standoff, their despair growing ever stronger and clearer.

Some people even felt mentally broken.

They covered their faces and wept silently with their heads down.

The deaths of the three masters were witnessed by countless viewers.

The three gods were incredibly powerful; even the blacksmith felt an unprecedented gap between them.

Even now, they haven't even bothered to notice who the human who suddenly appeared on the stage is.

Whether he was the master who appeared in the seat earlier is no longer important.

In just a few minutes, they had lost three games in a row.

In a game where it's all one-on-one, if they lose another match...

That means that before the game even begins, their side has already lost the right to win.

Even if they win all four remaining matches, it will only result in a draw.

Most importantly.

Influenced by the first three events, no one believed that humans could be a match for the gods.

Even Empress Aurelion and Erica were considered by them to be unable to defeat the gods.

At this moment, it's not just the entire arena, but also the global audience watching the arena live.

After realizing how dire their situation was, countless people looked grave and became increasingly anxious.

Despair, like a dark cloud enveloping the entire world, quickly spread across every inch of land.

Whether it's the Karencia Empire, other cities in the Kingdom of Kant, or even several other kingdoms on the other side of this world,

Above every corner of the world, there is an ethereal screen formed from a giant natural bird.

Just like when Victor fought two Calamities alone in the Padarumbu Sea,

This battle of gods, which has an impact on the entire world, is being broadcast live to the world by the Mage Council.

The viewers of this live broadcast all looked incredibly dejected.

Under the shadow of despair, their eyes were empty and their expressions were blank.

But, after a long time, someone finally noticed the strange thing on the stage.

The master who stood on the side of humanity looked somewhat unfamiliar.

He had golden armor and silver hair, and he looked so young.

Is there such a person among those eight masters?

...

Barlowshire.

In the spacious hall, brown floor-to-ceiling windows hung over the wooden floor.

Beside the extinguished, empty fireplace, a deck chair sat quietly behind the slightly cracked window.

Grand Duke Barlow lay on his chaise longue, his cloudy eyes slightly narrowed as he stared at the scene outside the window, composed of natural birds, remaining silent for a long time.

Although he approved and approved all the building requests for the city of Shulburn, he never actually went to Shulburn himself.

One reason is that the city is related to Viktor's plans, and moreover, it's Viktor's family territory.

He didn't need to go there.

on the other hand……

Grand Duke Barlow stared at the silver-haired youth in golden armor on the screen, his fist clenching slightly.

"You brat..."

After uttering a heartfelt curse, he gradually loosened his grip.

And those eyes became cloudy again.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself."

"I'll give you a good beating."

...

The duel in the ring has yet to begin.

As a result, many spectators gradually recovered from their daze and noticed the unusual situation on the ring.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the fight started yet?"

Soon, some of them realized something was wrong.

"Who is this new master? I've never seen him before?"

"Has a new player arrived?"

Nevertheless, the previous gloom among the audience had not completely dissipated, but instead brought an even stronger sense of despair.

The previous masters have all been defeated.

And what kind of skill could this newcomer, whom they had never even met, possess?

Even stepping onto the ring seemed strenuous.

But for some reason, many people felt they had seen this young man before.

However, although they looked familiar, none of them recognized the other person's identity.

Aubrey has been dead for ten years, and he was already in his twilight years when he died.

Most people in the world wouldn't recognize a young Aubrey.

However, they only felt that he looked familiar, but for many of the empire's veteran officials, the young man before them made their eyes widen.

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