With a terrible dragon roar, a scorching flame breath erupted from the mouth of the half-dragon Marcas.

Pulling back is a useless way to dodge a cone-shaped breath attack, which will only expose you to a wider range of flames. A better way to deal with this is to find cover to defend against the breath, or hide under the dragon's body, or, like the barbarians, try to change the direction of the breath's attack.

Just as the raging flames were about to pour out of the half-dragon's mouth, Barrett loosened his hands and withdrew all the power exerted on the 'Tyrannical Touch'. And when the opponent's body involuntarily leaned forward, he punched the dragon-shaped head that was about to turn itself into ashes.

The brute's left hand was cut by a thorn in Marcas's face, but he managed to knock his opponent's head to the side. However, he was not unscathed by the half-dragon's flame breath, because the fist and the flames arrived at the same time.

Golden flames swept across Barrett's body and spewed towards the high walls on the side of the arena. The yellow sand along the way turned into a kind of semi-melted glass shape under the ravages of the terrifying heat, reflecting the light of the stars.

The flames lasted for three breaths, and then the half-dragon Marcus collapsed to the ground in a languid state. Blood oozed from his forehead and the corners of his mouth, and several of the sharp teeth in his mouth that were originally tightly packed were missing, and he didn't know where he flew under the ramming of the heavy punch.

And our barbarian gladiators look even more miserable. He stood in place with smoke all over his body, the purple Chimera's leather armor on his body wrinkled slightly in the instantaneous heat, dutifully protecting the barbarian's body. But his face was pitch black, and his exposed skin was curled and cracked like charcoal, and it seemed to exude a seductive aroma.

The brute lowered his head and remained motionless like a sculpture. After a few heartbeats, he moved his fingers, opened his mouth slightly, and exhaled a breath of turbidity. The resurrected statue dragged the 'Tyrannical Touch' in its hand and staggered towards the opponent lying on the ground. The distance between the two sides was less than five meters, but he walked for half a cup of tea.

The oncoming breath attack was quite terrifying, and although Barrett was indeed sprayed straight at him, fortunately he changed the direction of the flames in time. It's just a skimming, so the injury is serious but not fatal.

Coming to the opponent's side, Barrett raised the tip of his sword with difficulty and poked the butt of the half-dragon Marcas, "I forgot to tell you that I have also slain dragons before, so we are half a peer." ”

"Why......" Banlong tried to get back up, but after several attempts, he only managed to stand up, "Why are you talking to me about this?" the guy asked vaguely, missing a few teeth that made his speech a little leaky.

"Nothing, I was just thinking that if you were a true purebred red dragon, I wouldn't mind giving you a bloodletting. With that, Barrett turned and walked towards his shield. After taking a few steps and realizing that the distance between the shield was really a little far, he changed the direction he was most familiar with and slowly moved forward.

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Helped back to the cell by his fellow devils, Barrett grinned and sighed comfortably as she laid herself lightly on the straw mat.

"Why don't you go to the gladiator camp, where conditions are much better than here. The barb demon asked suspiciously.

"Yes, the food in the camp isn't very tasty, but it's definitely more in line with your human tastes. The Acupuncture Demon placed the brute's shield on the ground, "There is also a healer there to help you heal your wounds, and although 'Abt''s medical skills are not very good, they are better than nothing. And, if you want to relax and relieve the stress and unquenched impulses after a gladiatorial fight, there are plenty of varieties of female creatures for you to choose from, too. Not only humans, but also orcs, trolls, dwarves, ......"

What kind of species are these? Aren't there any elves?" "No, it's nice here, at least it's quiet. Barrett politely declined, "Yes, quiet, it's important to me." ”

The barbarian didn't want to have any more entanglements with the other gladiators, and if he had to fight one of them to the death on the yellow sand, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable. And after learning a lot of information about the gladiator camp from various sources, that place gave him the feeling that he was not as comfortable as a prison cell, and I don't know why.

"Whatever you like. The acupuncture demon said indifferently, "You rest, after the opponent is confirmed, I will bring news of him with Mitanu." ”

As the cacophony of doors slowly subsided, the chamber fell silent again, save for the familiar whisper in the corner, as if it never stopped.

At this moment, the white bone skull of the 'roommate' suddenly moved twice, and the flesh and blood golem 'meat ball' crawled out of it with a snort. It ran in front of Barrett in a few steps, squatting slightly on its hind legs, puffing out its cheeks and exerting its strength.

After two heartbeats, a dark black ring with a silver white pattern squeezed out little by little from the butt part of the meat ball. The ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the ball of flesh circled around the ring twice, looking up at Barrett obediently.

"Can't you just take it out the other way?" Barrett frowned as she picked up the ring and sniffed it under her nose before putting it on her finger.

Since no equipment other than armor and weapons is allowed in the arena, Barrett handed over the spatial ring to the meat ball for safekeeping during the gladiatorial fight. It's just that the way this guy gave him back the ring is really a bit special.

"What kind of way do you want? "Did you spit it out?" it pointed to its mouth with its little paws, "Or is it more straightforward?" A crack opened in the hamster-like creature's fat belly, and the body of the ball rolled out. It greeted Barrett with its tentacles, then turned back and burrowed back.

“...... Forget it, just use the old way. Barrett said helplessly. Immediately after, he took the 'Place of Eternal Sleep' out of the spatial ring and told the little ghost to come out and let it go, otherwise the little guy would be angry again.

Then the barbarian took out another bottle of healing potion that he had purchased in the city-state of Muya, opened the seal, and drank the potion in one gulp. With the healing potions' restorative effect, combined with a constant 'secondary troll regeneration' ability, Barrett is confident that it won't be long before he fully recovers.

"You're so badly wounded, big uncle. After coming out, the little ghost looked at him with a distressed face.

"It doesn't matter, it's all minor injuries, and they'll recover quickly. Barrett responded with a smile.

"So, when can we go back?" asked the little ghost again, "Eve doesn't like this place very much, there are so many bad people here, there are so many here, there are too many!"

"Master, will the master take me back with him?" Meatball hurriedly came over and asked pitifully after hearing such words.

"Of course!" the little ghost crouched on the ground, poking his fingers at the balls of flesh and running around, "Uncle Big will take us all back." ”

"Well, don't worry, we'll be back soon. "All right, I'm going to rest for a while, and you'll play by yourselves, and wake me up when you're eating." ”

And while our barbarian gladiator was sleeping in his prison, the young mage Krees, who had just returned to the city-state of Muya, met a strange strange guest.

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