"Boom!"

The earth-shattering loud sound erupted in the gladiatorial arena, and the scorching air waves rolled up the yellow sand in the sky, blurring everyone's vision, and the most bizarre thing was that a series of blood-red electricity and flames shot out in a volley, spreading wantonly in the yellow sand, and within a moment, the entire ground was burned into pieces of dry black carbon stone, and then it was burned red, and then melted!

The sudden change brought the battle in the seven cages to an abrupt halt, and the scorching heat had to use their energy to fend off. A large crater can be seen in the ground, centered on Lekaon. There's lava tumbling inside!

The spectators in the stands all subconsciously retreated, because the scorching temperature came to their faces, and the spectators sitting in the first row were unlucky, and even some of the weaker ones were directly ignited by this temperature, wailing and tumbling and falling from the stands, falling directly into the sandy soil that was almost burned into magma, and then there was no sound.

"It's not easy!"

Count Slais couldn't help but stand up, staring sharply at the crumbling Lekaon, his eyes full of approval.

At this moment, Laikaon had lost most of his consciousness, and his body, which had reached two and a half meters, had shrunk directly to about two meters, and the bulging muscles like a wild bull began to atrophy, showing a sickly thinness. Scarlet blood trickled down his mouth, and white smoke rose from his pass, scorching his skin.

The referee, who had been hiding in the stands early, raised his hand and shouted loudly through the microphone: "I declare that the winner of Group 6 is ......"

Before the referee could finish his words, a sudden change occurred, and the magma on the ground suddenly cooled, and then a black figure suddenly rushed out. Alan fell on the huge stone pillar of No. 6 in embarrassment, and at this moment, his whole body was charred black, and most of his inner armor was burned off. The whole body was soaked in blood, and his face was even more dry and pale black because of the high temperature.

"I ...... Haven't lost yet! Eren leaned on the stone pillar with his vampire sword, holding his body hard to keep from falling.

Lekaon shook his body and turned slowly, he was now struggling to even look up with a simple movement. Laikaon looked at Allen, and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything. He slowly raised his trembling hands and made an offensive stance. And Allen, on top of the pillar, also drew his vampire sword and began to prepare for the final blow.

At this moment, a loud wolf howl resounded throughout the gladiatorial arena. Immediately, a tall figure on the rostrum jumped down, and then reached out and pressed his big hand on Lekaon's shoulder.

Count Slais couldn't help frowning, and then he came to the rostrum and looked down: "Lord Logan, what are you doing here?" ”

Holding Caleon on the shoulders was a strong werewolf with a furrowed brow, long black hair curled up like wolf ears, and a beard that spread all over his sideburns to the top of his chin. He was dressed in a simple leather coat and had a pair of shabby leather shoes on his feet. It's such a leather shoe, but it was stepped on in the hot magma without a trace of damage.

The werewolf known as Logan looked up. He looked at Count Slais and said, "Lord Earl, in this battle, it was Calleon who lost. The young blood clan on the other side still has the strength to fight, but this little cub of my family is already at the end of his crossbow. Rather than just deciding life and death. It's better to wait for them to really grow up, and then my council will naturally have two more strong reinforcements, don't you say? ”

"Uncle, I can still fight!" Laikaon said a little unwillingly. Although he said so, he had already lost any strength, but he was just a little unwilling.

Logan snorted, "Just your three-legged cat's kung fu." Let's go back and practice for a few years. Logan said, grabbing Lecaon by the neck and carrying him to the podium.

Count Slais nodded at Numa, who took the referee's microphone and announced in public: "Since Lekaon admits defeat, the winner of Group 6 will naturally fall to this player." He lowered his head, looked at an ID card handed over by the referee, and continued, "I now announce that the winner of Group 6 is Eastervan!" ”

This time, the audience once again erupted in applause, and Eren reluctantly raised his vampire sword and swore his victory. But the next moment, his body went limp, and he fell off the stone pillar.

Numa's body moved, jumped off the rostrum lightly, and then took it in his hand at the moment when Alan landed, and the whole ground was gradually cooled down without the energy support of Laikaon, so the medical staff rushed into the field quickly, put Alan on the stretcher and carried him down.

"For the remaining seven groups, please continue until the last person in each group wins!" As he spoke, Numa jumped onto the podium, and Count Slais couldn't help but stand up, and Numa willingly walked with him to the corner and began to talk.

"This Easter ......," Count Slais asked in a low voice.

"We looked into his background, he came from the declining Raven family, and now the only thing left in the family is him and an old slave. I'm afraid I'm here for fame and fortune this time, but it's also possible that I'm here for you. ”

"Oh? How so? ”

"The Grand Duchess has issued a marriage decree, think about it, what could be more ascending to heaven than this marriage decree?" Numa explained with a smile.

"What kind of marriage order, the best thing to say is to find a husband, and the ugly thing is to find a male pet. The female archduke has never been close to men, and she is bent on fighting for power within the clan, but this time she suddenly changed sex, I'm afraid it's just to gamble. It's okay, anyway, this East is indeed a manufacturable talent. Even the Lekaon of the Silver Moon Forest was defeated in his hands, go, give him a pill of the Source Blood Pill I refined, and help him recuperate from his injuries, I still hope that he will suppress and suppress that Rob Llod's arrogance. ”

Numa said yes and slowly retreated. Count Srice returned to his seat with a smile on his face, and then looked at the gladiatorial arena. The undead old man on the side cast a concerned glance at him, and then focused all his attention on the gladiatorial arena.

Alan was carried on a stretcher to the rest room specially prepared for the winners, and several medical staff took out several bags of plasma and prepared to inject Allen into it.

Alan struggled to sit up at this point, and then said to a medical worker, "Please come and call my old slave in, and he will be waiting outside the lounge." My body is special, and the normal plasma has no effect on me. ”

The medical staff nodded, it is true that among the many blood clans, there will be different physique differences due to different cultivation secret methods. Some of the secret methods of the blood clan must rely on the absorption of the plasma of specialized organisms to maintain, otherwise it will even be life-threatening if the plasma is not ingested in accordance with the regular plasma.

The paramedic walked out, and Mr. Slim walked in with an anxious look on his face.

"Master, master, are you alright? Scared the old slave to death! ”

Alan was amused when he looked at Mr. Slime's handful of snot and tears, but he peeked at the monitor, and then still said sickly: "Don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's just that the energy is consumed too much." The werewolf's attack was very strange, and his blood burrowed into my body like magma, and I was still a little uncomfortable. ”

Hearing this, Mr. Slim hurriedly took out a bag of plasma from the package he was carrying, and stabbed it into Allen's arm.

Mr. Slim used his back to block the monitor, and then whispered in Allen's ear, "Didn't I tell you, don't be too eye-catching?" ”

"I'm still eye-catching, in order to play realistically, I didn't have a defense on the last kick, and my bones were almost broken by that werewolf Lekaon." Alan said helplessly.

"Well, anyway, Slais has noticed you, so it's not a bad thing. But this earl is not easy to fool, you must control the prototype virus in your body, otherwise once it is detected, everything we have done will be wasted! ”

As the two were talking, the door to the lounge was gently pushed open, and Numa walked in with a smile on his face.

Alan hurriedly struggled to get up, but Numa stepped forward, put one hand on Allen's shoulder and said, "You are injured, so you don't need to be so polite." Although it was a light tap, Alan was still keenly aware that an extremely faint aura of energy had penetrated into his body, and then turned at lightning speed for a week before returning to Numa's palm. Alan couldn't help but sweat secretly, but fortunately, his injury was really not fake, otherwise it would be really unlucky if he was found to have a flaw.

Mr. Slim stood quietly aside, and Numa sat next to Allen's stretcher, then took out a blood-colored medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to Allen: "Today's fight was very good. Lord Count Slais is very optimistic about you, and let me tell you the truth, that Rob Roth is very arrogant. This time, he took the initiative to come, and he relied on the elders of the family to ask for a reward. The Earl was embarrassed and could not refute his intentions, which is why the cursed sword was regarded as a prize for the final winner of the competition. The Earl is very optimistic about you, as long as you can defeat Rob Lloyd, not only the cursed sword, but also the Earl will grant you a wish. ”

Allen's face deliberately showed a look of excitement, as if a person who had never met Bole, and he swore and said: "Please tell the Earl, I will do my best to do my best for the Earl!" ”

"Okay, well, what you have in your hand is the Source Blood Pill refined by Lord Earl himself, which has a miraculous effect on the treatment of the injuries of the Blood Clan, you can choose a quiet place to take it and experience the benefits of this Source Blood Pill."

Numa said and stood up: "Then I will go back to Lord Earl, we are waiting for your good news!" ”

Nodding to Mr. Slim, Numa walked out of the lounge. Alan let out a sigh of relief, and his gaze couldn't help but fall on the Source Blood Pill. (To be continued.) )