South City Beast Fighting Arena

"Notice Board":

[Challenger No.1]

Jarvis

Male

Late Stage Tier Five Sword Sect

Crime: Offending a Noble

Sentence: 20 years (South City Imperial Prison)

[Demon No.1]

Bone-Eroding Beast

Mid-Stage Tier Five

A crowd gathered around the notice board, discussing:

"Late Stage Tier Five versus Mid-Stage Tier Five, it seems the challenger's winning odds are pretty high this time."

Yet someone held an opposing view, saying:

"Everyone knows that demons are stronger than humans of the same level; this level of demon is comparable to a late-stage Sword Sect."

"Adding the limitations of the arena, I think the demon's odds are higher."

A man suddenly spoke:

"Surely bet on the demon to win."

"The Bone-Eroding Beast is a pretty strong demon within Tier Five; even a Tier Six Venerable Level has to be cautious against it."

"Let alone this one is just Tier Five."

"Anyway, I'm betting on the demon."

"Yes, yes, I'm also betting on the demon this time."

"Yesterday the challenger was one tier higher than the demon and was still killed, causing me to pawn my underwear."

With these words, the surrounding burst into laughter, and some who knew the burly fellow joined in the teasing:

"Pawned your underwear, but at home, your wife still warms your bed. You should secretly laugh."

As everyone continued chatting and laughing, someone suddenly recognized the challenger on the notice board and exclaimed in surprise:

"I know this challenger."

The crowd turned to the man, quieting down as curiosity piqued.

Those gathered here all had a gossiping spirit.

Everyone wanted to hear about the challenger's background and were more curious about how he offended the nobles and got captured.

The thin man who claimed to know the challenger said:

"I saw him half a year ago, over by West City Street."

"This guy accidentally bumped into a Viscount while walking or something."

"The Viscount demanded an apology, but he wouldn't give in."

"Ended up being reported to the Punishment Bureau and sentenced to twenty years."

Upon hearing this, someone in the crowd instantly recalled:

"Yes, yes."

"I've heard of this too."

"A simple apology and it would have all been over; the Viscount even wanted to recruit him as a guest."

"But this guy is stubborn."

"Insisting that the Viscount bumped into him, refusing to apologize no matter what."

"Look where that got him now."

"He foolishly threw his life away, what a pity."

Upon hearing the backstory, everyone sighed regretfully.

Though it's impossible to ascertain who bumped into whom.

A simple apology could have settled it, but it escalated to the Imperial Punishment Bureau.

Now he's sent to the Beast Fighting Arena, facing a life-and-death test.

Those present felt it wasn't worth it for him.

But even so, nobody dared say much.

After all, the matter involved the nobles.

In this world where power is revered, the hierarchy is clear.

Criticizing nobles could be a fatal crime; nobody dared to gossip recklessly.

Yet at this moment, a voice suddenly emerged from the crowd:

"Just bumped into someone, and that deserves a 20-year sentence?"

"I'm curious whether that person was bumped to death or crippling injury?"

With these words, the crowd gasped audibly.

Subsequently, everyone dispersed in panic, staring at the speaker.

In an instant.

The once lively surroundings of the "Notice Board" became deserted, leaving only two men and a woman standing there.

Feeling the fearful expressions on the faces around, Lin Yi was utterly bewildered, saying:

"Did I say something wrong?"

Hearing this, the people retreated even further in fright.

Judging by the trio's attire, it was clear these people had unusual status.

Yet, they avoided the contents of Lin Yi's words like a plague, fearing trouble.

Publicly questioning the nobles is also a serious Punishment Bureau crime!

Lin Yi curiously looked at Ling Yuwei:

"What does that Viscount do?"

"Is he very important?"

Ling Yuwei, veiled in a light mist, looked at Lin Yi with surprise and then explained:

"There are seven levels of nobility."

"Tier one Prince, the highest; tier seven Baron, the lowest."

"Above the Baron is the Viscount, the sixth tier."

Lin Yi nodded understandingly, then sneered:

"Bump into a minor Viscount and get a twenty-year sentence. So, bump into a Prince and pay with your life?"

"Utterly ridiculous."

Lin Yi's voice was completely unmasked.

So everyone around heard him clearly.

And with that.

Lin Yi's words were like a great bell ringing in their hearts, everyone shocked at the bold speaker:

Who is he!

Publicly mocking and ridiculing noble authority, isn't he afraid of trouble from the nobility?

Though the crowd was stunned by Lin Yi's words, they couldn't deny.

His words truly resonated with the lower class's core feelings.

Indeed!

They are human, but so are common people.

Yet the world is so unfair to ordinary folks.

In those high and mighty nobles' eyes, they perhaps don't even count as people.

Maybe Lin Yi didn't even know.

His careless words instantly raised his stature among those around him.

Words many dared not speak.

Yet today, someone spoke for them.

Truly.

Even just hearing it, filled them with delight.

Yet their joy didn't last long.

Just as Lin Yi finished talking, the Crown Prince Charles beside him noticed the change in the crowd's gaze, and he was displeased.

He righteously addressed Lin Yi:

"What do you know."

"No matter where, the nobles represent the Royal Family's dignity." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Offending nobles is disrespect to the Empire's will."

"Just twenty years."

"Not being executed immediately is already a favor to him."

"The Empire's will is not to be desecrated by anyone."

Seeing Charles's righteousness, Lin Yi was dumbstruck by his words:

'Can they connect it to this too?'

Lin Yi felt eye-opening.

But Lin Yi knew, this is the Nine Nether Continent, not his homeland.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, the so-called nobles are those at the top of the pyramid.

Yet despite this.

Lin Yi couldn't subscribe to Charles's seemingly dignified yet essentially nonsensical absurd declarations.

Facing the arrogant Charles, Lin Yi's mouth curved with disdain:

"Is that so?"

Then, amid cries of astonishment, Lin Yi suddenly drew the Dragon Scale Sword, its tip at Charles's throat.

In Charles's incredulous gaze, Lin Yi taunted:

"Well, Crown Prince."

"Do you think this is desecration of your Ao Sheng Empire's will?"

Charles instantly erupted, glaring at Lin Yi:

"What are you doing, you bastard!"