Different Forms
The giant flaming woman's body shook and trembled. This time, it wasn't because she was trying to take her axes back. She realized at that moment that there was no point. The strength gap between the two of them was so enormous that there simply was no chance at all.
If Ryu was simply cultivation realms above her own, then she would be able to accept it. In that case, this was just the way of the Nether Plane. She had been different forms of slave before, this arena was just one form of it. Selling her life and death to make others money and allow her to improve, that was the kind of line she had been walking for a long time.
However… she had always thought herself to be no weaker than those top geniuses, she just lacked a chance and an opportunity.
But Ryu crushed all of that. She fell to her knees, her head lowering and her raging blue flames died down, almost looking like hair right after it was soaked through.