The Life of Lust Demon

Anos stepped out of the virtual battle simulator, his mind still buzzing from the intense training session. He had spent hours honing his skills, perfecting his techniques, and testing his limits.

Curious about his progress, Anos accessed his profile:

Name: Anos

Age: 21

Realm: Spirit Condensation (Four Stars)

Level: 15 (Up 1 level)

Experience Points: 35,012,000 (Increase of 5,006,000)

Scumbag Value: 50,300 (Increase of 8,500)

Attributes:

Strength: 187 (Increase of 10)

Vitality: 186 (Increase of 10)

Agility: 185 (Increase of 10)

Spirit: 185 (Increase of 10)

Spiritual Energy: 720 (Increase of 70)

Talent: Imperial Medical Sacred Technique

Martial Skills:

1. Spiritual Eye

2. Five Thunder Constellation

3. Cosmic Fist

4. Qi Condensation Strike

5. Swift Shadow

1. Heavenly Star Fist (Newly acquired)

Anos's eyes widened as he scanned his updated profile. His training had yielded significant gains:

"Level 15, not bad," he thought, satisfied. "My attributes have improved substantially."

He noted the addition of Heavenly Star Fist to his martial skills, a testament to his growth.

Anos felt invigorated, ready to tackle the next challenge. The Scum Man System's rewards and his own hard work had propelled him forward.

...

Anos couldn't shake off the feeling of unease whenever he thought about the doll. Its presence lingered, casting a shadow he couldn't escape.

"It's a constant reminder of the Scum Man System's unpredictability," Anos thought, his brow furrowed in concern.

The doll's unsettling nature made him hesitant to continue spinning the wheel, fearing what other unexpected "rewards" might come his way.

Yet, the Five Thunder Constellation martial skill beckoned. Its potential power was undeniable, but Anos's inability to harness it effectively was maddening.

"The Five Thunder Constellation is an elite technique," Anos reflected, frustration simmering beneath the surface. "But its current inaccessibility is infuriating."

Anos had strategically selected three martial skills to complement his abilities: Qi Condensation Strike, Swift Shadow, and Five Thunder Constellation.

Qi Condensation Strike allowed him to condense spiritual energy and unleash it for long-range attacks, dealing 20% increased damage.

Swift Shadow, a movement technique, boosted Anos's speed by 30%. Although it consumed spiritual energy continuously, its benefits were undeniable.

These skills may not have been exceptionally powerful individually, but together, they compensated for Anos's weaknesses.

Anos's discerning choice of martial skills earned him admiration, particularly from Sofia, who recognized the well-roundedness of his abilities:

"Close combat, long-range, and speed – Anos has covered all bases," Sofia thought, impressed.

Anos's strategic thinking and martial skill selection had transformed him into a formidable opponent, capable of adapting to various situations.

.....

Today was the day of the highly anticipated competition between the beginner and intermediate classes. The beginner class tournament had already kicked off, but Anos was en route to the intermediate class arena.

In the beginner class, instructors diligently recorded the matches, evaluating student progress.

Sofia's attention, however, was fixated on Anos's impending battle.

As Anos approached the intermediate class arena, the murmurs grew louder:

"He's coming!" someone shouted.

"The prodigy has arrived!" another voice echoed.

The crowd's buzz intensified, their excitement and anticipation palpable.

Over 200 students from the intermediate class filled the martial arts arena, their eyes fixed on Anos. The competition hadn't begun, but the air was electric.

Many were eager to take Anos down, not to secure a top-ten spot, but to vent their frustration on the young sensation who had rapidly risen through the ranks.

His swift progress had stirred resentment among some intermediate class students, who saw him as a threat or an upstart.

As Anos entered the arena, the room fell silent, all eyes locked onto him. The tension was palpable.

Anos had become the most talked-about topic in the Sky Martial Court for weeks. His remarkable feats had captivated the students, and his high-profile status sparked both admiration and envy.

The forum buzzed with discussions about Anos, particularly his astonishing victory over Jin and five others. Solo.

This breathtaking display of strength left the intermediate class stunned. They had acknowledged Anos's prowess, but this feat surpassed expectations.

Even those who didn't intend to compete couldn't resist the urge to witness Anos in action. His reputation had piqued everyone's curiosity.

....

As Anos walked into the arena, over 200 pairs of eyes locked onto him. He flashed a disarming grin, his expression harmless.

"Hey, everyone's waiting," Anos said, his voice laced with amusement.

The crowd erupted into taunts and jeers:

"— Anos, we're waiting to beat you up!"

"Draw! Let's compete!"

"I'm going to smash your dog head!"

Anos chuckled, his eyes sparkling with challenge. "Alright, alright. Who said they'd smash my head? Come out and let's spar! Think you're the All-Mouthy King?"

The arena fell silent.

No one stepped forward.

The memory of Anos's dominating victory over six opponents still lingered, instilling doubt and fear.

None dared challenge him, their bravado deflated by the reality of Anos's unparalleled strength.

Anos sneered, his voice piercing the silence. "No one wants to talk?"

The intermediate class fell silent, their faces pale.

Sofia secretly rubbed her forehead, amazed by Anos's audacity. "This guy is something else..."

The silence was oppressive until Anos shouted, "Has anyone seen my girlfriend?"

A voice from the crowd retorted, "How the heck do we know who your girlfriend is?"

Anos's gaze swept the area. "Amelia Crawford. Amelia, where are you?"

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances.

Suddenly, a system notification echoed in Anos's mind:

"Ding... Successfully harassed Amelia in public. Scumbag points + 10,000. Mission progress: 20%."

Anos's expression remained nonchalant, but his eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

...

Amidst the stunned crowd, Amelia stepped forward, her face flushing. "Student Anos, please refrain from nonsense..."

Her eyes flashed a warning, recalling their previous encounter.

Just then, a figure emerged from the crowd, his expression dark and foreboding. He pointed at Anos, his voice stern.

"Anos, you may challenge our intermediate class, but cease your frivolous remarks!"

"Who are you?" Anos asked, intrigued.

"I am Robert, ninth-ranked in the intermediate class!" Robert declared.

His gaze turned icy as he glanced at Anos, his thoughts transparent: Amelia was his coveted prize, and Anos's actions were unacceptable.

Robert's Spiritual Eye scrutinized Anos, detecting his Qi Building level: eight stars.

A hint of interest flickered across Robert's face.

Anos shrugged nonchalantly.

Robert shifted his attention to Sofia. "Miss Sofia, may we proceed with the draw?"

Sofia nodded, her expression composed. "Very well. Let's begin."

Robert seethed, longing to confront Anos directly and teach him a lesson. His anger demanded release!

Yesterday's rumors still simmered in his mind: Anos had harassed Amelia. How dare a beginner class novice tarnish the woman he desired?

The crowd's excitement grew as the competition's commencement was announced. Rankings no longer mattered; they craved witnessing Anos's downfall.

"Wait, Miss Sofia," Anos suddenly shouted.

Sofia and the intermediate class students turned to Anos, intrigued.

"Is there something else?" Sofia asked.

Anos tapped the tip of his nose, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Drawing lots is too tedious. How about this: I'll fight in the arena, and you can send anyone to challenge me until no one else steps up?"

...

The crowd's jaws dropped, stunned by Anos's audacity.

"What the...!" someone exclaimed.

"Too arrogant!" another voice chimed in.

"No, this isn't arrogance – it's disdain!" someone else shouted.

The crowd buzzed with indignation, feeling belittled by Anos's proposal.

Robert's face darkened, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you're untouchable?"

Anos's grin widened. "I'm just saving time. Send your strongest fighters, and let's get this over with."

The arena fell silent, the tension palpable. Would anyone dare accept Anos's challenge?

Sofia was also taken aback, shocked by Anos's bold request.

She realized that if Anos sought to become the arena's champion, he would face a gauntlet of challenges – a tag-team battle against the intermediate class's strongest fighters.

A figure watched from afar, leaning against a tree with a lollipop in her mouth. Her eyes sparkled as she listened to Anos's words.

She removed the lollipop, revealing a sly smile that belied her innocent appearance.

"How intriguing. It's been years since someone as fascinating as this young man has emerged in the Sky Martial Court."

Her gaze lingered on Anos, her eyes gleaming with interest.

...

Robert pointed at Anos, his face reddening with rage. "Anos, don't be too arrogant!"

"That's right! You're treating us like dirt!" someone chimed in.

Anos shrugged nonchalantly. "I just think you all dislike me and want to take me down, right? I'm giving you the chance. I'll give it to everyone. Isn't that generous?"

The intermediate class students seethed, their faces twisted in anger.

Robert snarled, "Fine! I'll be the first to challenge you. I'll make you kneel before me! No tag-team battle needed. You'll acknowledge your defeat wholeheartedly!"

Robert's finger jabbed accusingly at Anos, his eyes blazing with fury.

Anos's smirk remained, unfazed by Robert's outburst.

....

Anos turned to Sofia and said, "Miss Sofia, since they've agreed, please proceed."

Sofia nodded. "Very well. Today's intermediate class competition rules will be modified to a tag-team battle. As the arena's champion, Anos will accept challenges from all intermediate class opponents. If Anos defeats all challengers, he will claim the championship."

Sofia's voice echoed through the crowd. "Anos, please enter the arena and face the first challenger from the intermediate class."

The crowd erupted into cheers and murmurs, anticipating the battle.

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