The ground was cratered by Sairaorg's fists, each punch leaving a deep pit. The already ruined arena now looked even more devastated.
Yet, not a single punch had landed.
Up until now, Sairaorg had thrown an uncountable number of powerful strikes, but not one had hit Vitan.
"Amazing!"
The spectators in the stands were completely captivated by this intense bout.
"Yeah, really amazing. I never thought Cousin would be on the losing side."
Rias couldn't believe her eyes.
"Indeed, this is quite unexpected."
Sona adjusted her glasses and stepped closer to Rias.
She had no choice—one of the devils who had been standing next to her earlier had disgusted her a bit too much.
There weren't any fools among the spectators—everyone could see the current situation clearly.
Although Vitan and Sairaorg appeared evenly matched, neither having wounded the other—
It was obvious that Sairaorg, who kept attacking relentlessly, was consuming far more stamina compared to Vitan, who dodged easily.
"So impressive! I think I've completely fallen for him."
Miss Berette's cheeks were flushed red, her thick thighs rubbing together beneath her semi-transparent silk dress.
Staring at the man on the field, Berette felt herself becoming aroused.
Strong, handsome, and powerful—devil standards for a mate weren't so different from those of ordinary humans.
Earlier, several small groups of devils had already gathered.
Since most were heirs of prominent families, servants like Akeno and the others didn't have the qualifications to join their circle.
After all, it was a known fact that servant devils held low status in the Underworld. Families like the Gremory and Sitri clans that valued their servants were rare exceptions.
So once Akeno and the others stepped aside, Rias, Berette, and the rest formed the current social circle.
Rias wasn't used to this kind of situation. Compared to being with these noble ladies, she would've much preferred watching the match with her peerage.
But in her position, especially as today's banquet host, she had no grounds to refuse.
"What's the use of falling for him? The head of the Asmodeus family just rejected plenty of devil women like you who've been passed around!"
Focalo sneered at Berette.
Earlier, when those other devil women were rejected by Vitan in the banquet hall, everyone in their little circle had witnessed it clearly.
So from the start, she had no hope that Berette—who was always in heat and couldn't last a day without a man—would succeed.
"Hah! I'm not like those fools who just want to climb up the social ladder. I don't care about marriage—just getting his seed counts as a win. Sleeping together with no strings attached—what man would say no to that?"
Berette declared with utter confidence.
As a devil, one should indulge their desires freely. Berette never thought there was anything wrong with her lifestyle.
Besides, as the sole heir of the Berette family, she had the important duty of passing on the family line.
If she were lucky enough to bear the child of the former Devil King Asmodeus, it would be a great boon to the entire family.
Her live-in fiancé wouldn't dare complain.
Rias was less than a meter away from the two devil women. Their voices were not quiet, so everything they said reached the ears of both Rias and Sona.
Sona couldn't help but show a look of disgust.
Devils had extremely sensitive senses of smell. Earlier, it was because she caught the scent of Berette's arousal that she had distanced herself.
And yet, even here, she still had to listen to the lewd filth of these lustful devils.
When Sona tried to avoid the topic, Rias, who had quietly listened to Berette and the others' conversation, was already secretly harboring a rather rebellious idea in her heart.
"Say, Sona… do you know anything about the head of the Asmodeus family's private life?"
"Private life?"
Sona repeated the words with some confusion, but seeing her friend's very serious expression, she still truthfully shared the information her sister had inadvertently mentioned.
"I heard that he's exactly as he presents himself. Most of the time, he's focused on training, and his private life is quite clean."
Rias had a reason for asking Sona this question!
After all, among the Maous, even though Serafall and Grayfia were rivals, Rias knew they were also close friends.
And after hearing Sona's account, Rias felt a bit more confident in the bold decision she was making.
"You asked that just now… are you planning to make contact with the head of House Asmodeus?"
Blinking in surprise, Sona finally couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked Rias the reason.
"Hm?"
Rias parted her red lips slightly in surprise, then the corners of her mouth curved into a graceful smile.
"That's right. Exactly that."
Sona nodded without any doubt, no longer questioning why Rias had asked about private matters.
Because the two of them had always been like this—among devils, they got along well with others whose personalities were similar to theirs.
As for someone like Berette, they were merely acquaintances who nodded in passing.
"Um—!"
Just as the two were wrapped up in their own thoughts, a rather refreshing voice called out from behind Rias.
Boom—!
Another deafening explosion rang out.
Under Sairaorg's powerful blow, the ground shattered inch by inch, sending dust flying into the air, enveloping the entire training field in a sand-like fog.
Sairaorg quickly leapt back, putting considerable distance between himself and Vitan.
Sweat poured down like rain!
His already extraordinarily muscular chest was heaving up and down violently.
Rolling his neck and flexing his slightly sore arms, Sairaorg's lion-like eyes never left Vitan.
His expression was heavy with seriousness as he opened his mouth.
"Your move just now was strange. You didn't dodge my punch after seeing me attack. You moved to evade even before I threw the punch, as if you had already predicted its trajectory."
"I'm right, aren't I?"
He had just unleashed his full speed, and he was confident that someone of Vitan's initially displayed level couldn't have dodged such a fast strike.
But just like the situation he was describing—
It seemed like when he was preparing to punch Vitan's head, Vitan had already tilted his head to the left in advance.
In such a case, even if his speed exceeded Vitan's, Vitan could still easily dodge the punch.