Staring at the young man in front of him who spoke eloquently at the banquet and effortlessly destroyed four camps, then glancing at the mysterious elder who had already stood behind him, Friedrich sighed helplessly and then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Do you want to attack from both sides? Aren't you confident in your power? Is this really okay? Or is it that weaklings are ultimately weaklings, never having the courage to face a lion alone!"

"Put away your provoking tactics. Don't think you can fool the old fox behind you, who has eaten more salt than I've eaten rice. Even I can't be tricked by you. We both know what the outcome would be if you ran out of here alive today, so save your breath. If it weren't for the personal experience of the combat power of an upper demon of the Demon Race, you wouldn't be attacked by just two people now. We've already shown you much consideration!" Despite Pei Yan's casual words, there wasn't a hint of underestimation as he extended his arms, aiming at Friedrich.

"Then I have to thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

As soon as the words fell, Friedrich advanced straight towards Pei Yan's location, fearing the elder's bizarre powers more than the young man.

Having already prepared himself to be squeezed like a soft target, Pei Yan raised his hand and fired two electromagnetic cannons. As expected, the opponent skillfully used evaporation techniques to dodge the attack by vaporizing only part of his body. As the Longsword swung out, the Light Sword clashed with the two Longswords in mid-air, making Pei Yan feel the strain in his arms and sink downward, causing the ground beneath to crack instantly.

Seeing the other party's red horns, crimson eyes, and bulging muscles, Pei Yan couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Indeed, as expected of an upper Demon Race, the enhancement speed was almost instantaneous, and the physical power bonus was many times stronger than Leohard, seeing how he still had strength left, according to Bailang and his explanations, this should only be the initial stage of his Demon God Transformation.

"Hey! Don't underestimate people! Is this all you've got? That's really disappointing! If you want to live, show some real skills! Let me see what you upper Demon Race look like after Demon God Transformation!" Amid the roar of motors in his arms, exhaust flames spewed out from the elbow area; a sword knocked away Friedrich's Longsword, followed by an electromagnetic cannon solidly hitting his breastplate.

"That fool Bailang really told you quite a bit about us!" Friedrich glanced down at his crystallized body, which was slightly burned and melted, and the next moment his body disappeared from the spot.

Such fast speed! After the opponent's demon horns glowed brighter red, his body received another enhancement, but this speed still couldn't escape Pei Yan's observation. After leaving an afterimage, Pei Yan sensed the familiar death energy arriving at his side.

Switching the sword to his left hand, death energy reversed outside his right arm, and Pei Yan directly countered with his right fist. After the fists collided with a dull thud in the air, Pei Yan's figure fell backward. Though Friedrich had the upper hand, he did not pursue but stood in place, momentarily lost, exclaiming in surprise, "Are you from the Demon Race?"

"I'm your grandpa!" Pei Yan cursed, stabilized himself, and rushed forward again, alternately twirling sword flowers with his longsword, aiming directly at the enemy's throat.

Ignoring Pei Yan's dazzling Light Sword flying up and down, at the moment the Longsword stabbed out, Friedrich avoided his vital parts, letting the Light Sword pierce his shoulder while his other hand grabbed Pei Yan's right fist waving towards him. Feeling the death energy rushing outward from Pei Yan's palm, Friedrich's eyes turned crimson with anger, "Although I don't know how you acquired this power, daring to show off in front of me! Truly reckless!"

Pei Yan then felt a large amount of death energy forcibly pushed back into his right arm as a strange sensation spread throughout his body. Despite having a mechanical body, he felt as if he was having the misconception of his childhood flu, with his head swelling, his body weak and powerless, sweat streaming from his brow.

"Death is not just life's immediate dissolution. The process of moving from life to death is equally important, kid, enjoy this process!" Friedrich snarled as he looked at Pei Yan, whose figure trembled slightly.

At this moment, a strong wind blew over. Knowing something was amiss, Friedrich glanced at Pei Yan and realized his efforts were in vain. He cursed in his heart, released his hand, and punched heavily at Pei Yan's stomach as he swiftly dodged to the side. Elder Lin, whose palms shone with milky white light, delivered a strike into the void, choosing not to pursue but instead glanced at Pei Yan, who was sent flying by the punch in worry, saying, "Are you alright?"

Kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach, Pei Yan waved at Elder Lin to indicate that he was alright. Is this the power of an upper Demon Race? As expected, this fake Law of Death was immediately at a disadvantage in a clash with the other party. As the origin flowed once again within his body, the pain gradually subsided. Like recovering from a severe illness, Pei Yan looked up at Gu Shenghui and another person inside the booth, watching the show, rolling his eyes involuntarily.

Pei Yan took out an energy drink first to moisten his dry lips, then drank it in one go before tossing the empty bottle aside. He stood up once more and looked at Elder Lin, who was battling Friedrich. This was the first time he had seen Elder Lin in action. It was an excellent opportunity to watch closely.

"Old man, you and the other elder are the strongest in this team, right? You're the commanders, and those two fools are just puppets put on stage. Am I right?" Friedrich coldly laughed as he looked at Elder Lin, who emitted milky white halos all over his body.

Elder Lin shook his head and said, "You're wrong. That child's master is indeed our commander, and he is at least stronger than me now!"

Hearing this, Friedrich squinted his eyes, glanced at Gu Shenghui, who in the rebuilt booth was chatting happily with Sifuer, possibly sensing Friedrich's gaze as he turned his head from watching Buck House's battle, provokingly lifted a platter of fruit.

Unable to gauge the opponent's strength, Friedrich looked at Elder Lin with skepticism and continued, "Sir, you could actually choose to cooperate with me. Whatever Sifuer promised you, I can guarantee double the reward for your party. Your strength is worthy of my respect. Please rest assured! I'm willing to swear to the Demon God that everything that happens today, I will let bygones be bygones."

"Mr. Friedrich, do you think I would still believe what you're saying now?" Elder Lin said as he shook his hands, producing two slender silver needles at his fingertips.

"Such a pity! I meant every word!" Friedrich regretfully shook his head, grasped the fallen Longsword flying over to his hand, his eyes glowing brightly as his figure turned into an afterimage and disappeared.