Linus Fenn laughed, "Fine, you’d better do as you said, or I won’t show any mercy." "I keep my word. Let’s go," Sara Sang replied, bringing Evan Yang along. Since Evan had nothing urgent for now, he could only tag along with Sara and her wild plans.
After a short while, they arrived at the Demon Arena Sara mentioned. This arena was open-air, with seats all around. Inside was a fighting ring formed by a barrier, with a referee nearby to comment. Many people crowded around, watching—after all, strong duels were rare, and witnessing one might even spark enlightenment.
Sara Sang and Linus Fenn signed a life-and-death contract. No matter who lived or died, no one was allowed to cause trouble here afterward. With that, the two stepped into the ring.
Linus looked at Sara and said, "I hear you’ve spent years challenging people everywhere, even aiming to defeat Evan Yang. But I don’t get it—if you know where he is, why not just challenge him yourself?"
"Well, I lost to him. Is that enough for you? That’s how I know where he is," Sara replied.
"Oh? You lost? Then I definitely need to beat you. Otherwise, if I can’t even defeat you, that’d be embarrassing," Linus said, surprised at first but then grinning.
The crowd around them listened, their faces full of doubt. Had Evan Yang really fought the Demon Witch? Was he really that strong? And who would win now?
"Just because he beat me doesn’t mean anyone else can. Bring it on," Sara said.
"Fine, let's do this," Linus laughed.
Linus was surrounded by a swirl of wind—black in color, like demonic qi. Evan Yang frowned; back when he fought Linus, it hadn’t been like this. Was it really because Linus had entered Demon Mountain that he’d changed so much? Evan frowned again. Sara wasn’t about to back down either—her flames erupted, and the two forces collided, neither giving an inch.