I Have 10,000 SSS Rank Villains In My System Space

Chapter 325: First Patron~ Kind Hearted Lady

“So… did I pass?” Razeal askedas if he were asking about the weather rather than the result of a violent exchange that had just shaken the entire colosseum. He stood relaxed in the center of the arena, posture loose, shoulders lowered, not even bothering to raise his guard. His eyes were fixed on Arthur not with mockery or aggression, but with a quiet, assessing curiosity.

Arthur, on the other hand, stood several meters away.. still frozen with himself.

Blood dripped steadily from his face.

It slid down the bridge of his broken nose, smeared across his lips, stained his chin, and fell into the shallow water coating the arena floor, blooming outward in faint crimson ripples. His palm was still raised in front of him, fingers trembling slightly as he stared at the blood covering it, as if his mind refused to accept what his eyes were seeing.

He was bleeding.

That fact alone felt unreal.

Arthur had taken blows before. He had been thrown, crushed, slammed into walls, battered by sea beasts and trained by his own father until his bones screamed. Pain was familiar. Injury was familiar. But this.. this was different. This wasn’t damage accumulated over time. This was the result of a single, clean strike.

From a human of that?

Razeal watched him carefully, noting the way Arthur steadied his breathing, the subtle tightening of muscles beneath torn skin, the way his stance slowly re-formed despite the shock. Internally, even Razeal was surprised. That punch had carried more force than he’d intended. Enough force that, had it landed on stone or even boulder of diamond, the structure would’ve caved in without resistance.

Yet Arthur was standing.

Not unconscious. Not crippled. Still standing.

That physique really is something else, Razeal thought, eyes narrowing a fraction. Royal Atlantean body… so that’s not exaggeration he thought.. as remembering some reminders from Neptunia in secret..

Arthur finally clenched his fist, blood dripping between his fingers, and spat violently onto the arena floor. The red mixed with water, then he wiped his mouth and nose with the back of his hand in a rough, careless motion, smearing the blood across his face rather than cleaning it.

“Pass?” he repeated hoarsely, a broken chuckle bubbling up from his chest.

His eyes lifted.. sharp, furious and burning.

“Until I’m satisfied,” Arthur said, voice low and edged with raw ego, “or until one of us is completely defeated… you don’t pass.”

He straightened fully now, shoulders rolling back despite the pain, bloodied grin twisting his expression into something of arrogance. “And trust me.. I won’t be satisfied until I beat you.”

The air around him shifted.

Not with mana. Not with aura. But with pressure.. pure intent, honed pride, and wounded authority twisting together into something sharp.

“So your only way forward,” Arthur continued, teeth stained red as he smiled, “is to defeat me.”

His eyes darkened.

“And don’t misunderstand,” he added, voice dropping further. “I was holding back before.”

The water beneath his feet trembled.

“I’m serious now.”

Before the words had even fully left his mouth, Arthur vanished.

The water didn’t just part.. it vibrated, collapsing inward as if space itself had been yanked aside by his speed. A shockwave rippled outward, distorting the arena floor beneath him.

Razeal’s gaze sharpened instantly.

Arthur reappeared directly in front of him, fist already mid-swing, body twisted perfectly to drive maximum force into the punch. It wasn’t sloppy. It wasn’t reckless. It was clean, precise, and brutal.

Razeal raised his hand to intercept

but the moment before contact, Arthur disappeared again.

A feint.

Razeal’s eyes raised slightly..

Arthur was already behind him.

Razeal twisted sharply, reaching out to grab..

but Arthur had already spun away, movement flowing seamlessly as he snatched his spear from the ground in the same breath, creating distance with a single fluid motion.

“Really?” Arthur sneered from afar, gripping the spear tightly, blood still dripping from his face but still a cool smile on his face. “You think I’d make the same mistake twice?”

The spear lowered, its tip aligned perfectly with Razeal’s center of mass.

“I can fight from range too,” Arthur said coldly. “So dodge. Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

He lifted the spear overhead, muscles in his arms and back tightening, veins standing out as he brought it down with terrifying force.

The water in front of the spear compressed violently, folding inward before erupting forward as a crescent-shaped water slash dense, razor-sharp, and propelled entirely by physical force rather than magic or anything else.

It screamed through the water toward Razeal, cutting a visible path through the arena.

Razeal didn’t move.

“Come on,” he muttered, unimpressed. “I’m not that weak.”

He just raised his hand as slapped the water slash aside with a bare hand.

The compressed blade of water shattered instantly, collapsing back into harmless ripples as if it had never existed.

Arthur’s lips twitched.

“…What the hell is your body made of?” he muttered, disbelief flickering through his fury.

Razeal didn’t answer.

Instead, he leaned forward, one foot pressing into the arena floor.

The ground cracked.

Then he vanished.

The floor exploded where he’d been standing, fractures spiderwebbing outward as Razeal launched himself forward with sheer physical power, water surging violently behind him.

Arthur reacted instantly, accelerating away, spear trailing behind him as he shot across the arena.

“You can’t catch me!” Arthur shouted over his shoulder, teeth clenched. “Don’t even think about it, thick skinned bastard!”

The arena became a blur.

Arthur moved first fast, fluid, perfectly adapted to the underwater environment. His movements were natural, effortless, each shift of direction precise and controlled.

Razeal followed.

But the difference was obvious.

Razeal was slower.

Not just slightly.. noticeably.

His strength allowed him to close distance in bursts, but sustained pursuit was another matter entirely. The water resisted him, dragging at his movements, while Arthur flowed through it as if it weren’t there at all.

Arthur had been born here. Raised here. Water was almost in his veins.

While razeal was fighting against it.

They streaked across the arena, one chasing, one fleeing, shockwaves rippling with every sharp turn, spectators barely able to track their movements.

Arthur weaved, cut, reversed direction, clearly enjoying the advantage now.

Razeal narrowed his eyes, analyzing.

Agility gap is still too wide, he noted calmly. Even if I predict his path, my body won’t keep up.

He could feel it clearly the limits of his current speed, the resistance of water against muscle, the difference between raw power and refined movement.

While this catching-and-running game was going on, the stream continued as well, showing everything that was happening.

Ancestor Xue thought, How is his body so tough? It doesn’t seem to be the result of any technique or method, nor of any special training. This strength feels completely natural.

Vampire Progenitor: Because it is natural. A vampire’s body is fundamentally different from a human’s its constitution, its structure, its very existence. Skin, bones, flesh… all of it surpasses the hardness of high-rank weapons even without deliberate training. We are not fragile creatures that need constant reinforcement. Merely existing grants us resilience. Not just anything can harm us.

The message lingered for a moment, heavy with pride, as if written with blood itself.

Ancestor Xue: Hmm… so it is a racial characteristic. Beings of night and blood… creatures sustained by blood itself huh. Interesting. If you hadn’t told me, I would never have imagined such a race could exist. In the realms I lived in, we had beast races, spirit races, divine remnants but nothing quite like this. Compared to those, your kind seems… excessive. Almost too powerful to be believable. So tell me what weakness do you have?

Primordial Vampire: Weakness?

The word itself seemed to amuse him.

Primordial Vampire: No. We do not have weaknesses. We are the strongest race in existence. I was the originator of the entire lineage.

The confidence in that statement was absolute unquestioning, immovable. It wasn’t arrogance born from ignorance. It was certainty forged through epochs of survival.

The chat stirred immediately.

Degenerated Bastard: Yeah, no. That’s bullshit. Nothing exists without a weakness. And why does everyone here sound so full of themselves? Relax. We’re all dead anyway.

Primordial Vampire: With a title like yours, I can confidently say pride was never one of your virtues. Perhaps that is why you fail to understand it.

Ancestor Xue: His interests lying elsewhere does not mean he lacks dignity or image. And judging a being solely by a name is crude.

Lily:Oh, I can judge just fine. From his name alone, I picture an old man halfway into his coffin ..scrunched body, long white beard dragging the ground, hollow eyes that haven’t seen desire in centuries. And considering how passionately you defend him, I’d say you’re a lecherous old man too.

There was a noticeable pause.

Ancestor Xue: …That is not true.

Lily: Sure.

Lucifer: Enough. All of you shut up and focus on what’s happening in front of you. I don’t understand how you can ignore this embarrassment.

Zara: Embarrassment? You mean watching this kid embarrass us? Yes. I feel ashamed too. How can someone take this long to finish such a trivial fight? Playing around like this… it’s disgraceful.

Her words were sharp, almost biting, disappointment bleeding through every syllable even though just from written text comment.

Degenerated Bastard: What’s there to be ashamed of? This has nothing to do with me. Not like hes my son or disciple.

The Greatest Collector: I am ashamed because i gave him a universe-grade item.. a Shadow Heart and he isn’t even using it. I’m irritated. Truly. I want to torture this child myself.

Lucifer: I gave him a tome of infinite knowledge. Did he just opened it once and then ignored it or something? What is he doing? He’s disgracing the name of sacred demonic artifacts.

Zenocide: Now that you mention it… I’m disappointed as well. He has accumulated an enormous amount of killing aura, yet he hasn’t refined it, hasn’t shaped it, hasn’t used it. I gave him a path one tied to a supreme concept of reality itself. And this is where he stands? I understand his age.. But with that level of accumulated killing… to not even focus on killing arts? It’s shameful.

The stream did not calm down.

If anything, the tension inside that invisible space thickened, layered with wounded pride, offended authority, and the unmistakable temper of beings who were never used to being ignored.

Ancestor Xue: Yes… now that you all mention it, I’m feeling offended as well. Truly offended. I guided him toward a supreme path.. a path countless beings would kneel and bleed for. And what does he do with it? Uses it only for perception? How dare he. This is not ignorance. This is disregard. Disrespect. And an unforgivable sin.

His message carried a sharp edge, as if each word had been carved deliberately, grinding against ancient pride.

The others did not object.

They were villains selfish, ruthless, cruel by nature but even they understood one thing very clearly: opportunity was sacred. Power was not given freely. And anyone who received it without honoring it deserved scorn.

They were not angry because they cared about Razeal.

They were angry because their offerings had been taken lightly.

Ancestor Xue (continued): I even demonstrated techniques for him. Personally. Even explained the logic behind them. And yet he doesn’t use them. Not even once..I mean only using for such small thing as perceltion?Its not for that.. How can I not be dissatisfied?

Degenerated Bastard:…Wait. You guys gave him skills? And training?

There was genuine confusion in that message.

Ancestor Xue: You didn’t?

Degenerated Bastard: Uh… no. I just gave him some of my own painted masterpieces since e seemed to appreciate them a lot and only asked for that… He even got my authoragh on one.. Like… ten books or so. But they weren’t for learning skills or anything.

There was a pause.

A very long pause.

Ancestor Xue: …Books?

Degenerated Bastard: Yeah.

Ancestor Xue: Are they… perhaps… paintings? Of beautiful women? With extremely detailed poses? Very… cultural angles?

Degenerated Bastard: How did you know?

Ancestor Xue: …Damn.

Lily: You two are hopeless.

Lily: Also what are you all even complaining about? He’s just a kid. Sixteen or seventeen at most. Leave him alone. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m satisfied.

That earned her attention.. As popping messages Paused for some seconds.

Lily: Yes, he isn’t using all the skills I gave him but look closely. Can’t you see what he is using? His perception. The way he reads movement, sound, intent. That perception skill? I gave him that. Barely two months ago.

And now look at him.. he’s using it at nearly the same level as I do. Maybe a little lower, but still absurd for someone his age.

Lily: When he came to me, he was utterly weak. Not metaphorically. Truly weak. Barely surviving. What he’s achieved since then defies logic. Even if I were in his position, I doubt I could’ve progressed that fast. So yes.. I’m satisfied. Very much so.

Ancestor Xue: Blah blah blah. You can be satisfied all you want. I’m not. He’s still a dumb bastard for not using what I gave him.

Degenerated Bastard:…You people are weird.

Lily: Honestly, the only thing he’s lacking is a proper movement technique. That’s all. Hmm…

A pause.

Then

Lily: Fine. I’ll give him one. He actually uses my skills, unlike yours. Hehehe. Seems like he likes me more. What a good boy.

The stream panel chimed repeatedly as notifications stacked one after another.

And then

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