Vincent looked at the woman walking towards him and asked in surprise, "Are you a human or an elven?"

"I'm Irene! I was born to be the Ultimate Evil Lord's secretary. I don't have a race!" replied the woman coldly.

Vincent turned to look at the Lord of Ultimate Evil in surprise. However, the Lord did not have any strange reaction. Vincent could not help but follow Irene down the stairs with even more curiosity.

Far away from the top floor where the party was being held, Vincent reached the floor where the Arena of Life and Death was located. There were countless sealed rooms around the area. The otherworld creatures that were watching over the place had to open the doors personally for the contestants to exit.

The creatures had no expression on their faces. It was as if they had already seen through life and death. They just walked in and out of the arena stiffly. It seemed that they had been trapped here for a long time and had lost the hope of leaving alive.

There were also some alien species that seemed to have just arrived. They did not realize that their fate was actually to die in the arena.

They were gathered below the stage. They were watching the duels on the stage and cheering loudly. Some of them were even taking their personal belongings and placing bets on the outcome of the participants on the stage.

Irene, who had been walking in front of Vincent, suddenly said, "You will have a room here, but it can only be used for sleeping and training. There will be people sending meals to the room every day, but only once a day! Only when you need to go up to the stage for a duel will the door be opened, and you will be released. You must also cherish that hard-earned opportunity. After all, whether you can walk out of here alive or not depends on each duel!"

Vincent looked at Irene's back. He could not help but ask, "Aren't you curious about my identity? After all, the two of us look very similar! I mean, we should be of the same race. You are only the Ultimate Evil Lord's secretary, but he is a purple monster. You are not!"

Irene stopped and turned to look at Vincent. Her eyes were filled with disgust. She said, "I've followed the Ultimate Evil Lord since I was young. Do you know what I hate the most about myself? It's my race! In this city full of strong people, I can only be a secretary because I'm weak. Do you know how sad that is?"

Vincent asked in surprise, "Weak? There has never been a weak race, only a willing and ordinary individual! Even if you are a human, you can still cultivate. Moreover, in this world, it should be easier for you to break through the limitations of your body. You should increase it to a more powerful level!"

Irene immediately sneered and said, "Cultivate? I was born to be unable to cultivate! The Ultimate Evil Lord once said that it is not my fault. This is just the flaw of my race! My body will only be slightly sturdier than other races, but what is the use of it?"

After saying that, Irene continued to turn her head and walk forward.

Vincent lowered his head to think about what Irene had just said. He immediately understood everything. He chased after her and said, "I understand! You are not a human, but you are very likely a spirit. The seven gods of creation gave the Human Race the ability to cultivate, and then they went to establish the Spirit Race. They gave the Spirit Race the ability to train their bodies! You probably haven't seen the world of the Spirit Race since you were born. If you have the chance, you can go back to the world of the Spirit Race to take a look. When that time comes, you might become very strong, but the prerequisite is that you have to find a boyfriend first!"

After listening to Vincent's endless speech, Irene did not turn around, nor did she pay any attention to him.

However, Vincent was certain in his heart that Irene was definitely a spirit, and that the Spirit Race was not as strong as he had imagined.

A race that could not cultivate psionic power could only rely on the inheritance of seven gods of creation to increase their strength. Such a race would indeed find it difficult to resist the endless Monster Horde.

Irene walked over to the processing counter. The otherworld creatures behind the counter immediately recognized her. They immediately went forward to ask her what she needed.

"Get the guy behind me a contestant's certificate. Arrange a room for him, and then immediately prepare a duel for him to participate in. The Ultimate Evil Lord wants to see his performance!"

"Okay, I'll do it right away!"

The alien creature that looked like an octopus replied Irene immediately. It then picked up an instrument and shone it towards Vincent. It then gently pressed the button on it.

"Spirit Race, male, level 12 creature. He looks very weak! Do you have any requirements for his opponent?"

The octopus monster looked at the data on the instrument and ridiculed Vincent mercilessly. It then turned to ask Irene.

Irene frowned slightly and turned her head. She glanced at Vincent from the corner of her eyes and said, "Since the Ultimate Evil Lord wants to see his performance, let's match him with an opponent of the same level!"

"Okay! It'll be done right away!" said the octopus monster. It then handed Irene something that looked like a handcuff.

Irene took the handcuff and turned to walk towards Vincent. Without waiting for him to ask her another question, she directly put the handcuff on Vincent's wrist.

"Hey! Didn't you say you want me to fight? It's not really convenient to wear the handcuffs at this time... F*ck!"

Vincent wanted to joke with Irene for a little while longer but suddenly felt a numbing electric current on his wrist, followed by a stabbing pain all over his body. His entire body seemed to be trembling violently. It was as if he could collapse at any time.

"What, what is this thing?" asked Vincent whilst trembling.

Irene's lips curled into a smile. She said, "This is the treatment that every participant will receive. When you step into the arena, the handcuffs will automatically separate, and the rest will be connected together. And when you escape from the arena without permission, this handcuff will give you the punishment you deserve, including taking your life!"

Vincent shook his head. The intense pain made him too lazy to talk to Irene.

"Good luck!" said Irene in a light tone.

She then turned around and left. Vincent fell to the ground and kept twitching.

The people who passed by, whether it was the contestants or the arena manager, did not pay any attention to Vincent. It was as if they were used to it already.

After a long time, the electric current on Vincent's body finally calmed down. He sat up with difficulty and panted heavily.

"The next contestant is a spirit male, a level 12 creature, against the Abyss Despair, a level 13 creature!"

Suddenly, the sound of a broadcast rang in Vincent's ears.

Vincent turned to look in the direction of the arena in surprise. He did not expect that it would be his turn to fight so soon.

At that time, two arena managers who looked like a combination of robots and insects walked over. It carried Vincent and led him into the arena.

"Hey, hey! Can I ask, what is the Abyss Despair? Why do I have no name? Why am I only being addressed as a spirit male? No respect is given to me at all."

Vincent could not help but ask as he was being carried away.

"Those who participate for the first time are not qualified to leave their name behind. Only after you win one match will you apply for your name tag! The Abyss Despair is a king of low-level duels below level 15! His race is the Lava Salamander, and he has already achieved 35 consecutive victories!" replied the manager very calmly. He then threw Vincent into the arena.

Vincent, who had been thrown into the air, suddenly turned his body and landed steadily on the ground. The handcuffs on his hands also lost their magnetic force.

"Bang!"

The handcuffs separated.

Vincent was finally able to move his arms again. He had finally regained his freedom. He looked at his surroundings. He found that his opponent did not appear, and the surrounding audience also showed disdain and abuse towards him.

"Where did this trash come from? He will definitely be trampled into meat paste by the Abyss Despair today!"

"The Spirit Race? The Spirit Race is trash that has never won a duel before! Why did they find another trash like this?"

"Trash, hurry up and die!"

Curses rang out one after another. Fortunately, there were guardrails around the duel, or else there would definitely be bricks or weapons like knives and spears thrown into the arena.

Vincent looked at his surroundings calmly. He was not affected by those curses at all. At that moment, his only thought was to survive and find an opportunity to bring the information back to the humans!

"Boom!"

A crack suddenly appeared on the wall of the arena opposite Vincent. A four-legged reptile that was fiery red all over and was over ten meters long rushed out from the crack. It opened its large mouth and roared towards the sky.

Vincent looked at the monster in front of him. He could not even tell if it had intelligence. He shook his head in boredom and prepared to spiritualize his entire body to fight against the salamander.

However, Vincent forgot that his fire spiritualization transformation had already been restricted by the strange abilities of the Weak Water Race member. At that moment, he could no longer spiritualize his body. He could only make awkward gestures.

Soon, the entire stadium erupted in laughter, and the Lord of the Ultimate Evil Race on the top floor could not help but frown. It seems that Vincent was even weaker than he had expected.

Irene, who was hiding in a corner and secretly watching the match, spat in anger and sighed, "B*stard! You're already so weak, yet you still dare to lie to me and say that the Spirit Race is a very powerful race!"

On the battlefield, the Abyss Despair did not mock Vincent. Instead, it opened its big mouth and rushed towards Vincent. It was impatient and wanted to swallow Vincent in one gulp.

Just when everyone thought that they were about to see a giant creature feast on Vincent, two balls of purple-black flames suddenly ignited in Vincent's hands. One held the Abyss Despair's mouth and the other held its body down. He then pinched its upper and lower jaw and directly lifted it into the air.

"Fire Tornado!"

Vincent raised the salamander that was more than ten meters long. His body spun as he roared loudly. Purple-red flames instantly rose from his hands and enveloped the salamander.

The violent flames made all the otherworld creatures in the audience stand feel a burning sensation. The burning sensation was so strong that it pierced their skin.

At the same time, they also smelled the aroma of grilled fish in the air!

Vincent threw the Abyss Despair to the side of the arena. The Abyss Despair had already turned into a plate of grilled meat.

The entire arena instantly fell into a deathly silence. Everyone looked at Vincent who stood proudly in the arena. They were shocked!