The human side was filled with joy and celebration.

On the Moonfolk side, however, everyone looked as miserable as if they had swallowed filth.

Compared with the humans, every Moonfolk was now staring silently at John in the arena.

No matter how they thought about it, they could not understand how a match that had clearly seemed like a guaranteed victory had actually ended in defeat at the hands of that human brat.

His level was obviously only 100.

Yet the moment he attacked, he instantly reversed the entire situation.

Not only had their Elder failed to break through that human’s defense, but the other party had even killed their Elder with a casual strike.

This completely unreasonable scene instantly ignited everyone’s fury.

The Moonfolk could be considered one of the races that had participated in the Myriad Races Arena very early on.

The Moonfolk chieftain immediately stood up and shouted, "Lord God, I protest! That human brat must have used some kind of forbidden spell to achieve this! Otherwise, how could a mere level 100 player instantly kill our level 150 Elder?"

Their term for the game officials was Lord God.

The rest of the Moonfolk also rose to protest one after another, filled with rage.

"That’s right! The arena clearly forbids the use of forbidden spells that greatly increase one’s strength for a short period of time. That sort of thing will only cause both sides to suffer heavy losses. It cannot be considered fair or just at all!"

"Exactly! Our Elder has defeated countless opponents in this arena. Yet he was killed by a level 100 human brat? No matter how you think about it, that makes no sense!"

"We Moonfolk refuse to accept this! Host, you must give us an explanation!"

On ordinary days, the Moonfolk had always acted lofty and superior, calling themselves descendants of the Moon God.

Yet the moment they saw their own Elder suffer a loss, they immediately threw away the cold and aloof image they had built up before. One by one, they began protesting like petty villains.

Naturally, the game officials could not possibly judge the human race as having lost just because John’s stats far exceeded what a level 100 player should have.

After all, John had merely used his normal level of strength.

Therefore, the Moonfolk’s protests were rejected without the slightest mercy.

[The victor will receive 10 minutes of rest. Once the other arena matches have concluded, the second round of turn-based combat will begin.]

[Attention: Information from the first round will be shared with the remaining opponents!]

John immediately sat down to rest, patiently waiting for the next round to begin.

At the same time, the players in the human Zones had already exploded into chaos.

...

[Ayr] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "What’s going on? John actually won?"

[Rowell] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "He did more than win. That was practically an instant kill."

[Cole] (Zone 4, War God Guild): "A level 100 instantly killing a level 150... I wouldn’t even dare imagine something like that."

[Rowell] (Zone 1, Glory Guild): "Looking at it this way, our loss during the event wasn’t undeserved. Who knows what kind of talent John has? He can actually possess such terrifying stats at level 100!"

[Damian] (Zone 3, Death Guild): "I still can’t accept it. How are even his arena opponents this weak? I feel like that level 150 was seriously inflated!"

[Leonard] (Zone 2, Thunder Guild): "Exactly! I think the game officials are obviously biased. If it were us up there, maybe we could have instantly killed that level 150 too!"

Some people were shocked.

Some were jealous.

But no matter what, right now, John was the only one qualified to enter the arena. All they could do was stare helplessly.

...

Soon, 10 minutes passed.

A flash of white light appeared in front of John’s arena, and a new figure emerged.

The panels of both sides popped up.

John immediately began examining his opponent’s panel.

[Ashen Annihilator]

[HP]: 35 million / 35 million

[Skills]: Scorching Dragonfire (Adds 60% fire attribute damage, inflicts Burn, losing 2% HP per second for 8 seconds), Dragon Might Barrier (Physical damage reduction +15%, all attribute resistance +40%, 10% chance to reflect 30% damage when attacked), Ashen Dragon Breath...

[Description]: A vanguard general of the Dragonborn race. One of the Ashen Annihilators, of whom only three appear every thousand years. Wherever his dragon breath passes, not a blade of grass remains. He is hailed as the Dragonborn race’s strongest offensive spear in the arena over the past hundred years!

...

Just from looking at this panel, it was indeed somewhat terrifying.

His attack power had actually reached nearly half of John’s.

One had to know that John’s current stats had been built up through unlimited system modifications as well as the stacking effects of all kinds of equipment.

Yet this so-called Dragonborn had actually managed to raise his attack power to such a level step by step through his own leveling alone. This was enough to show just how powerful he was.

John sized up the other party.

It was a humanoid figure with dark-red skin and the head of a dragon. His body was covered in a layer of thick scales that looked like battle armor.

He stood there like an iron tower.

"Human brat, I saw your information from earlier. You do indeed have some ability."

The Ashen Annihilator’s hoarse voice rang out.

"Unfortunately, today, you have encountered me. I shall end your second victory here!

Human brat, prepare to face my wrath—"

Before he could finish speaking, John interrupted him directly.

"I want to ask something. Do all of you like running your mouths this much?"

The Ashen Annihilator’s expression stiffened.

John’s expression remained as calm as still water.

"If you want to fight, then fight. Spare me the nonsense and make your move."

The Ashen Annihilator froze for a moment before revealing a cruel smile.

"Since you’re in such a hurry to die, I’ll grant your wish.

Scorching Dragonfire!"

The Ashen Annihilator raised his claw-like arm high and smashed it fiercely into the ground.

The instant his hand touched the ground, scarlet flames erupted from within his palm.

In an instant, raging flames ignited across the entire arena. Almost every inch of space began to burn.

Seeing this scene, even the humans watching from across the void could feel that scorching heat.

The human NPCs immediately revealed fearful expressions.

"This is the power of the Dragonborn. Their attack power is simply not something humans can contend with."

"To deal with a creature like this, we can only rely on surrounding and attacking it together. But unfortunately, only Lord Hero is in the arena. The situation is dangerous."

"Even though Lord Hero’s damage is also extremely high, the opponent is an arena veteran and has the right to attack first. I fear Lord Hero may be in grave danger."

...

However, when John saw this scene, his expression remained completely normal.

"Is that all?"

He did not even move.

He merely watched silently as the dragonfire swept toward his body.

As the flames clung to him, a terrifying magic attack instantly erupted!

[-0! (Magic Attack Immunity)]

The moment this damage prompt appeared, even the Ashen Annihilator was shocked.

"What’s going on? Why is my damage 0?"

His magic attack was the highest among all the current contestants.

Yet it actually failed to deal any damage?

What he did not know was that John already possessed 100% magic immunity.

No matter how high the magic attack was, to John, it was still equal to 0.

"Next, it’s about time you had a taste of my dragonfire too."

A staff appeared in John’s hand.

He waved it directly, and even hotter dragonfire surged out!