Legend of the Immortal

I'm All Yours

Balastian Arena.

"Very good! Very good! You have truly done well!" Belle clapped her hands together.

"Now, onto the second last test! The test of strength! Now currently you are all very weak no? So i'll make it easy on you~ The three who can withstand one blow from me and remain in the best three positions...will move on."

Many turned their heads from the remaining men and onto this frail girl.

She was not someone who look particularly strong but still, this world had surprises beyond imagination.

Nonetheless, there were undoubtedly many skeptics.

This was when the attention came onto the ten men who had made it.

Immediately, two were recognised.

Vercy and Jay of course.

Comments and remarks were abundant throughout the arena and gossip was prevalent.

"Well, let's get started shall we? Who's going first?" Belle asked, hands behind her back as she stared upwards at the men whom were almost two heads taller than she was.

A skinniest man of the bunch stood up, smirking.

"And you are?" Belle asked.

"Ferow Lynch my princess." The man said, bowing.

The moment his name was spoken, the nobility immediately recognised this man.

He was famous for being a womaniser with many concubines after being unable to find his true soulmate.

"Very well, do you wish to take out any armour?" Belle asked.

Ferow smirked,"My princess, if I cannot even withstand three strikes from someone, much less a woman, I wouldn't be deserving of my title."

Belle laughed,"Audacious! I like~Okay then, here I come~"

"Hit me." Ferow stood there, chest puffed out proudly.

Belle swung her fist back before casually throwing a light punch saying,"Boom~"

Ferow who had been standing there proudly stood his ground ashen faced, keeping very still.

Spectators sitting further away wondered what had happened to him, unable to tell.

Then, as if time started again, Ferow fell backwards onto the floor, blood gushing from his mouth.

He was barely alive.

Belle stood there, hand to her forehead,"Ah! My mistake! I used one percent of my strength when I meant to use point one! My bad, my bad." She spoke in a manner which made her sound extremely sarcastic.

Moreover, her wording seemed atrocious.

Only one percent?

How preposterous was such a notion was that?

But the truth laid bare before their eyes was apparent to everyone.

"Well? Who's next?"

A burly man stood up, dressed in what seemed to be silver grade armour.