Devil Slave (Satan system)

Lenny stood to his feet with his new coat.

He looked at how it fit on his skin and nodded to himself, "this is not so bad?" He muttered.

However, the crowd remained silent as all eyes remained glued on him.

They could not believe it. Just like Lenny had said, be had actually done it.

Giving out threats was a normal thing.

At the end of the day, those threats were just an expression of how annoyed a person was and how he wanted to kill his opponent.

But not Lenny he had followed up judicially with the threat he gave out.

He had told D455 that he would use his skin as his new coat and while the man was still alive, he did just that.

It took almost two hours but Lenny had patiently skinned the man. 

He had done with such precise skill that one would have thought that he was butcher before he became a gladiator.

This ran shivers down the spine of many gladiators watching.

One thing was on their minds. Was this the kind of man they were to compete in a tournament against?

But Lenny was not yet done. 

After all, D455 was not yet dead.

However, death would have been paradise compared to the suffering that he had just experienced.

D455's mind was already on the brink of madness from the pain.

Lenny however was not done.

He lifted D455 by the neck and brought him towards D800's corpse that laid at a corner.

He placed the skin of D455's face over D800's face such that it formed a skin mask.

"Now, Appologise!"

"Huh!?" The crowd was surprised by this.

"I said, appologise."

D455 in a whole world of pain did not hesitate and appologised fervently.

The moment Lenny felt satisfied, he moved his wrist, breaking his neck.

Lenny walked over to the front of the raging Basit, and threw the corpse of D455 at his feet.

"You are the reason D800 is dead. You owe me a new jacket!"

"Huh!?" The crowd gasped in shock.

Even Cuban had squint his eyes a little.

After all,.in relation to what Lenny had just done by Skinning D455, he was essentially extending the challenge to Basit.

However, this was either comical or most laughable. 

A human was challenging a demon was the most funny joke of the year.

But surprisingly, no one laughed at this.

And Basit for a slight second even felt threatened.

*Boom!*

Basit kicked harshly against the ground as he rushed for Lenny.

His sharp claws came right for his neck.

He was so fast that most had not seen him move.

However, before he could sink his claws into the desrespecting human, another hand blocked the attack.

*BOOM!*

It was Cuban.

The moment Basit moved, so did Cuban.

Cuban blocked the attack, "Basit! You dare make an attempt on my stock. Do you have no shame after your terrible loss or do you want me to teach you a lesson reserved for those that touch my property."

Cuban had defended the attack but some Darkline energy had been released and it pushed Lenny back.

Lenny stumbled a bit, but he held himself back from falling.

He suddenly turned to the side and vomited a mouth full of blood.

"So this is Deep level Darkline magic," Lenny thought to himself.

It was fierce, and only a little had been released but his insides felt as if he had been hit by a bus.

His organs vibrated steadily and he could feel the demon's Darkline magic move chaotically inside him.

Lenny wiped the blood stin at the side of his mouth.

He was badly wounded, and even though the healing process had started, he could see the aleart from the Satan system telling him to run.

This meant that a challenge against Basit at his current level, was equivalent to sure Death.

*Surveyor!*

"AHH!" Lenny groaned.

His eyes hurt the moment he tried to use his ability to see Basit stats.

This demon was far above his level.

Not talk of seeing his name, just trying to use his ability on him hurt like hell.

A drop of blood leaked the side of one of his eyes.

Basit frowned at Cuban, "Cuban! Will you let your stock show me, a demon and an Arena master such desrespect?"

Cuban chuckled, "even if he has shown you desrespect, is it not me to judge whether it was desrespect or not? Also, when did I say that I appreciated your disciplinarian qualities in my house?"

Cuban pushed him back with great force, "besides, your discipline amounted with your stock appologising to the dead."

Those words infuriated Basit even more.

In Demon society, the dead were frowned at to be useless and unworthy.

After all, it was a very competitive society.

Those that died expecially in a fight were seen to be weak and incapable.

ραпdα---nᴏνa| сom When Lenny had made the Skinned D455 to appologise to the dead, he had aimed it not just to honor D800, but to annoy Basit.

Basit could not hold it back any more. He wanted to vent. 

He had just incurred a very terrible loss.

Five hundred half born females and five hundred normal human females was a lot.

Even if Lenny had not done what he did, he would have still looked for a way to find trouble.

His Darkline magic, dark and greenish went into the air.

As it did, the earth under his feet seemed to shake.

Cuban stood before him, his red Darkline energy also rushed into the air.

Another fight was brewing.

The eyes of the Arena masters was immediately drawn to this two.

Fights amongst Arena masters were usually done with their stock or else they would incure charges.

However, it was apparent that these two were in no mood to just be satisfied with the outcome of the battle or to even sit and talk it out.

Both Basit and Cuban looked at one another fiercely in the eyes.

Just when they were about to move, a finger suddenly appeared in their center.

It was like he had materialized from thing air.

Yet, it felt like had always been there, but no one saw him until this moment.

He wore a three piece suit and looked like a gentleman of old.

However, his face was hairy and his sharp demon teeth escaped the sides of his mouth.

Basically, his facial features were menacing to look at.

However, he was well known in this city and amongst the Arena masters.

"Please forgive my intrusion Arena masters but Lady Vinegar would prefer that you cease your current actions this very moment."

Basket face spoke with an accent that showed his authority, position and mannerism.

Although he was polite, his gaze at them showed otherwise.

Instantly, but Cuban and Basit swallowed back their Darkline magic.

Basket face turned to Basit, "lady Vinegar congratulates you on setting a nice show as priliminary to the main event. However, she hopes that you honor your side of the agreement and send over the human slaves."

Basit frowned as he turned about to leave, "I know!"

He hissed loudly as he walked away. His anger was obvious to all.

Basket face gave him a polite bow.

Then he turned to Cuban, "the lady wishes to congratulate you on your win. It would seem that that your riches have multiplied itself as a result of your good training," his eyes glanced in Lenny's direction.

Cuban gave a side smirk. To say he was not happy about the results would be a lie.

"The residence for your stay during this tournament has already been arranged as those for your stock."

Cuban nodded, "thank you Basket face. Please also extend my thanks to Lady Vinegar."

Cuban turned and motioned for the Magistri and the rest to follow along.

As they did, the other Arena masters also dispersed. 

The Tournament had barely started and there was already interesting gist to accompany them for the night.

Without a doubt, the entire city was going to know what had just happened in this place.

Rumors of Basit's devil drug and Cuban's stock that could easily tranverse class would be sensational to ears.

There was also the fact that Cuban's stock had threatened a demon.

Surely, the Governor's daughter's birthday was going to ba an interesting one.

Many could not wait for the fun to begin.

As the gladiator's followed behind the Magistri, A222 noticed the dripping from E666's loin cloth to the ground.

Meanwhile, Lenny had only taken a few steps when he felt eyes on him. 

He was an assassin and he was sensitive to malicious looks on his person.

However, this one was different.

It was as if he was striped off his clothes and was glared at in all his pits and corners.

It made a shiver run down his spine.

Instinctively, he looked in the direction of the glare.

It was far off in the distance.

He could not see the person clearly.

All he saw was the silhouette of a white robe with flowery golden patterns on it....