Among the many Sorcerer Supreme contenders, Blackheart was the most popular and ranked first.

  This wasn't a false conclusion drawn out of thin air, but accurate data obtained by comprehensive consideration of the market forecast and winning rate evaluation released by the Grandmaster.

  The latter was a well-known member of the Elders of the Universe, who was extremely addicted to gambling. He had a sharp eye in this respect and rarely made mistakes.

  "Blackheart has a strong card, and with his identity as the Prince of Hell, this is a safe bet."

  "I wonder what kind of card Mephisto gave him?"

  "If a demon becomes the Sorcerer Supreme, it would turn Kamar Taj into a joke."

  "The Vishanti's decision is unquestionable. Haha, I'm really looking forward to the results."

  "…"

  Less than half an hour after the start of the second match, a collision broke out, which completely aroused the appetite of the audience.

  A popular contender, against an unpopular newcomer.

  This was such a traffic bringer.

  At this moment, there was only one thought in the hearts of the many spectators.

  'Fight! Fight! Fight!'

  Rocket stared at the live broadcast, wondering if the young demon who looked like gigolo could stand a punch from Superman.

  But he had seen how Luke had punched Thanos, who was wearing the Infinity Gauntlet, to the ground. And he had done that repeatedly.

  At that time, it looked like with one punch, the guy would instantly be pulverized.

  Whoooosh!

  In the lower level of Hell, Blackheart, who was standing on the barren land, opened his hands.

  The gale of white lingered around his body, merging into a translucent illusory form.

  A man wearing a fur coat and looking like a kidney deficient man appeared behind Blackheart like a stand-in summons.

  Air Demon, Abigor.

  "Doesn't this guy feel hot?"

  Strange saw the wind demon that emerged along with the whistling wind and couldn't help but feel a little impressed.

  Being able to wear a fur coat in Hell, this hot and dry environment, this was really a tough guy.

  Crimson Bands of Cyttorak!

  Seeing Blackheart call for a helper, Strange didn't add any more nonsense.

  With a strong shield in one hand, his other hand threw out several scarlet chains.

  Whoosh!

  The dense light invaded the space, directly dispelling the shape of the air demon, but did not cause substantial harm.

  "Foolish master, the air will not be caught!"

  The air demon wildly laughed.

  His translucent body rotated at high speed, wildly rolling up a large area of sand and dust.

  In an instant, a terrible dragon rolled up from the ground.

  As if the earth had been shaken, a loud noise rumbled.

  The natural disaster-like terror almost took people's breath away.

  By the Wondrous Winds of Watoomb!

  As a walking encyclopedia, Strange cast spells with one hand and responded quickly.

  Surging magic, forming a sharp cone, suddenly burst open.

  It directly broke up and collapsed Abigor's giant dragon coils.

  This was a high-level spell, specially designed for severe weather disasters.

  "The wind is a stream of air and can be disintegrated."

  Strange calmly said.

  Although he was very young, and hadn't been in Kamar Taj long enough.

  But in terms of combat response, there were always some whimsical ideas.

  However, the fact that the first attack from Abigor was blocked didn't mean that Strange had won.

  At his feet, the floating dust and gravel quickly condensed into a bald man.

  Earth Demon, Gressil.

  Unexpectedly, the bald man hit Strange's steel armor with a punch.

  Bang!

  The latter, like a cannonball, was hit off guard and flew out.

  "Blackheart, let me squash this tin can!"

  The earth demon said in a gruff voice.

  "Don't worry, play with him for a while."

  Blackheart waved his hand and gave an elegant smile.

  Beside him, a dripping wet long-haired man appeared at some point.

  Water demon, Wallow.

  These were all of Blackheart's contractors, the three demons of Hell.

  Each guy had the characteristics and power of a single element.

  The wind demon could control airflow and protect against physical damage.

  The earth demon had immense power and had the ability to grow bigger at any time.

  The water demon was so elusive that he had an immortal body.

  Being able to control these three demons, Blackheart thought that those masters weren't his opponents.

  "I want to taste this master's fear first and then eat his soul while appreciating the despair on his face."

  The corners of Blackheart's mouth grinned, revealing hideous sharp teeth.

  His true face was hidden under this young skin.

  "By the way, Master Strange, where's your contractor? He didn't leave you and ran away, right?"

  Blackheart didn't rush and walked slowly to the other party. The magic resistance armor was smashed by the earth demon, leaving a shallow mark. The strong force shook the guy inside to the core.

  He lifted his foot and stepped on Strange, who hadn't stood up yet, but he heard a voice from above his head ——

  "Are you looking for me?"

  Blackheart subconsciously looked up and saw the tall and straight figure with his arms across his chest.

  "Stephen, as I said, when you can win easily, don't think about trying to do it on your own."

  Luke looked down at the young devil and smiled gently, "If you had let me do it earlier, you wouldn't have to be trampled by these guys."

  When he sensed that a combatant was approaching, Strange urged him and wanted to deal with it himself.

  Perhaps, the victory of the first match and the thinning hair gave him great confidence.

  Therefore, Luke stayed quiet and witnessed the scene of the latter being beaten.

  "It's two to one."

  Strange was indignant. He had the confidence to fight any demon for a while.

  Who knew these demons didn't have a shred of decency? Two came at him at once, and they also used sneak attacks.

  "You think it's a fair fight between cowboys in the West, each taking ten steps and shooting at each other? There are no such rules between masters and demons."

  Luke scoffed unabashedly. It was time for him to teach Strange a lesson.

  If demons had moral integrity, would they still be demons?

  This meant that this new master, who hadn't graduated from Kamar Taj yet, didn't clearly understand the cruelty in the magical world.

  "Then you look at what it means to be a true Master of the Mystic Arts."

  Luke slammed to the ground and lifted up a circle of dust.

  Then, his eyes were fixed on the bald man.

  That was the earth demon, Gressil.

  "You punched him. I'll have to return the favor."

  Luke said lightly.

  Immediately after, under Blackheart's shocked gaze, he clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it straight out.

  The terrifying force was like a solid cannonball, sending out a wave of air.

  Time seemed to slow down. In the eyes of the bald man, Luke's movement was like a frame of stop-motion animation.

  He could clearly see it, but he couldn't dodge it, as if his mind stagnated.

  Boom!

  The bald man was smashed to pieces before he could feel the huge momentum, like a landslide and a tsunami.

  "Fists can't kill me…"

  A flash of fear rose in the earth demon's heart, but it was quickly suppressed.

  As long as he was on the ground and was surrounded by dirt and dust, he wouldn't completely die.

  This was the characteristic of a half-elemental demon!

  But not waiting for the bald man to finish, his body turned into gravel and was continuously crushed into powder by the violent force.

  Visible to the naked eye, they became smaller and smaller.

  "Have mercy!"

  A demon who felt death approaching cried out from his heart.

  "Sorry, not for you."

  Luke, who had no feelings, shook his head to refuse.

  Boom! Boom!

  In the endless vibration, the existence of the demon was instantly erased.

  Combined with the surrounding large areas of land, as well as the black mountains stretching behind them.

  They all disappeared and vanished, leaving only a straight and huge … tunnel.

  "This is a master?"

  Hiding in armor, Strange's throat rolled. The fist of a high-ranking master, was that terrifying?