Rays of light poured out from the ornaments on Gru's body, transforming behind him into a dazzling totem in the shape of a majestic beast with a round head, short ears, strong limbs, black rings of hair, and sword-like canines growing from its mouth.

With the appearance of the totem, Gru's momentum continued to rise, and the magic power gushed out irrepressibly, and a savage aura full of primitive meaning permeated the gladiatorial arena.

In the face of the "Dragon Slayer Warrior", who had won ninety-nine consecutive victories in the outer realm of the arena, Gru did not have the slightest carelessness, and as soon as he got on the field, he took out his ability to press the bottom of the box--- natal totem.

The natal totem is the most powerful ability bestowed on believers by the beast god, and it will give the awakened a corresponding ability according to the animal shape presented by the totem.

The totem belonging to Gru is the saber-toothed tiger, a large magical beast with the reputation of "King of All Beasts" in the Gulun Continent.

The light emitted by the totem became clearer, and Gru's appearance changed.

The muscles of his limbs bulged, his hair began to turn from bronze to pale yellow, the pale pigment ornamentation gradually turned black, and his pupils emitted a dangerous glow comparable to that of a wild beast.

Qi Gefei tilted his head slightly, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, thinking that although this beast god from the different plane was not well-known, he didn't expect to be so generous to his own believers.

With such an amazing effect, even Siegfried had seen it for the first time.

Gru's natal totem is probably similar to bloodline, but it is more of a magical skill that changes the body's functions, and the time limit is very short, but the power should not be underestimated.

A low roar poured out of the throat of the Ten Thousand Beast Samurai, as if a real saber-toothed tiger was declaring war on its enemies.

In the next second, the strong body wrapped in the beast robe had turned into a straight afterimage and pounced on Siegfei, the speed of which was comparable to that of an adult cheetah, and it was still accelerating as it went.

In terms of speed alone, Gru, who summoned the natal totem, had completely defeated all the sanctuaries that Siegfried had faced before.

Siegfried raised his arm and placed it across his chest, resisting Gru's punch to the chest.

A terrifying force fell on Siegfried's arm, and with an inaudible sound, both staggered back at the same time.

Gru took a step back, and Siegfried took more than five steps back, however, the beast-robed warrior who seemed to have the upper hand had a shocked expression on his face.

In the past, when his attacks hit the opponent's body, he could directly fracture the opponent, even if it was a sacred domain of the same realm as him, it would not be an exception without a magical body.

The fists of the Ten Thousand Beast Warriors are also infused with totemic energy, and their power is comparable to that of saber teeth, and once they stab the body of their prey, they can shatter the opponent.

However, Qi Gefei, who had received his full blow, had a calm face, while Gru, who had struck first, was in a faint pain at the moment in the phalanges of his palm, and his skin was swollen.

The moment he hit Siegfried, he felt as if his power had smashed against something harder than granite, and the force that rebounded back caused Gru's attack to collapse in an instant.

Not even the totemic power bestowed by the beast god can shake this guy's body?

What exactly is this guy's skeleton made of?

For the first time in his life, Gru, who was absolutely confident in hand-to-hand combat, felt an inexplicable tremor and his confidence was greatly shaken.

Siegfried put away his cynical expression and said with a serious face: "You are stronger than I thought, it seems that this one must show five percent of my strength to fight you." ”

Zig flew up the magic sword, and the pale gray magic aura converged on the tip of the sword, while his pupils glowed with a touch of gold, radiating a majesty that surpassed all beasts, and looked at Gru indifferently.

Looking at the sharper and clearer vertical lines in Zigfei's eyes, Gru's hair stood on end, fear flowed up and down his body, his knees trembled slowly, and the light of the totem behind him dimmed sharply.

It was as if under this inhuman coercion, even the saber-toothed tiger felt fear.

At this moment, Gru finally knew what opponent he was facing.

The so-called saber-toothed tiger, the king of all beasts, is not worth mentioning at all in the face of the bloodline left behind by this race.

"The beast god is above" The Adam's apple of the Ten Thousand Beast Warrior rolled, cold sweat flowed down his face, and he spit out this sentence with difficulty, "It's actually the legendary Ragon." ”

In the language of the Gulen Continent, Ragon means dragon.

......

And in another gladiatorial arena.

A golden sword light swept by, drawing a graceful trajectory in mid-air, lightly breaking through the pale red force field shield, and stopping in front of the throat of the middle-aged magician with a stunned face.

"You lost. Holding the holy sword, Roland said indifferently to the crown mage who wore the "Elemental Heart" badge.

"The Winter Holy Rider really lives up to its name. ”

The middle-aged mage, who was only one step away from entering the realm of the Magister, instinctively took a step back, exhaled a breath, and after reacting, shook his head and sighed, decisively admitting defeat.

The entire battle lasted only thirty seconds.

It's not that this magician from Ingres Castle is too weak, and none of the trialists who can enter the Doomsday Arena are weak.

What's more, this middle-aged magician himself is one of the elites of the [Elemental Heart], and at the age of his early fifties, he has the level of a crown, and he can be called a genius in any country on the Icadia continent.

He also has a lot of actual combat experience, and after coming to the outer city of the arena, he has won a total of twenty-six battles, several of which are against Sanctuary-level opponents.

If I had to find an explanation, it was that Roland was too strong.

Different from the arrogant and domineering fighting style of the dragon veiners, Roland's swordsmanship displayed in the gladiatorial arena was elegant and gorgeous, delicate and elegant, and could be called a model of knighthood.

Superior sword skills, combined with the paladin's calm mind, and endless buff magic skills, have made countless trialists who fought against Roland suffer.

No matter how powerful the magic power is, and how strange the ability of the trialist, in front of Roland, there is a sense of power and grievance.

In today's outer city, the code name "Winter Holy Horseman" is enough to make countless trialists sigh.

In half a year, Roland participated in a total of 91 battles and won 90 times.

As for the only one Roland lost, the opponent he matched was Siegfried.

......

After leaving the Tower of Trials, Roland saw Siegfried sitting on a park bench at a glance.

The dragon vein youth leaned back on the bench, crossed his legs, and kept looking at the female trialists in the past, his eyes shining, and his eyes wandered over their slender and powerful thighs or the tall peaks on their chests from time to time, and his expression seemed to be a little more serious than when he was dueling.

In the outer city, the number of female trialists is relatively rare, but the women who can step into the Doomsday Arena, no matter what plane or race they come from, have their own charm.

The temperament of the strong combined with the identity of the female makes their charm incomparable, which can stimulate the possessiveness and conquest of men to the greatest extent.

For Siegfried, a dragon vein who has inherited the Nibelungen bloodline and lustful personality, it is simply a great blessing.

His gaze naturally couldn't hide the perception of the female swordsmen who were also strong men.

Among the strong women who are watched by him, only a few people with cold personalities choose to turn a blind eye.

But more women turned their heads curiously, blushing under Siegfried's undisguised lustful gaze, and a few even took the initiative to throw winks at Siegfried.

In the Doomsday Arena, strength is the biggest capital, and what is linked to strength is combat points, and if you have points, you have everything.

Samantha was right, in the arena and throughout Daybreaker, battle points could be exchanged for everything, even women.

What's more, most of the strong women who enter the arena also have their own physical needs.

While gaining battle points, they don't mind, and are even happy to spend a night with the powerful and heroic "Dragon Slayer Warriors".

"Tsk, this leg can barely let Lao Tzu play for another half a year!" Siegfei's eyes stared at a certain elven female swordsman on the street, his eyes lingered on the other party's snow-white skin and slender thighs, and he exclaimed loudly.

"I think you just slept with the woman near her a month ago. Roland walked over to the bench, glanced at the place, and interjected coldly.

"How do you know it's her?" Siegfried still looked intently at the elven swordswoman, not blinking.

Roland's face flashed with anger, and his face was as dark as his eyes, "You can judge by listening to the voice, you screamed too loudly in the room that night, and the volume was so loud that the people in the entire living area heard it, what do you say?"

In the past six months, Roland Austin's sleep quality has declined sharply.

Because every once in a while, Siegfried would bring a female trialist who had just fought him during the day back to his residence, and in the dead of night, he would start a fierce battle on another battlefield in the sweat.

The battle is often extremely long, interspersed with intermittent seductive music, composed of the man's panting and the woman's murmuring, lingering joy to the extreme.

Fortunately, Roland, who is a paladin, is determined, otherwise, he would have been driven crazy by them.

Siegfried turned his head in confusion, "Really, what's that woman's code name?"

Roland said angrily, "How could I ask her?

Siegfei waved his hand disappreciatively, "There are so many women who have slept with me, where can I count them, if I have to remember the name of every girl, my brain will go crazy." ”

Roland stared at Siegfried very seriously, "Are you sure you have such a thing as a brain? If it weren't for the fact that you spent a lot of points on dozens of women, with your record record, you would have entered the Inner Realm a long time ago." ”

Not to be outdone, Siegfried glanced at Roland defiantly, his eyes contemptuous, "Don't talk in front of me, are you sure you have a man's thing?"

Roland shook his head and sighed, "How could Constantine have a friend like you?"

Siegfried didn't bother to answer the question, he shook the crystal in his hand that shimmered with a silver luster, and the light in the crystal was almost overflowing, "I'm ready to leave for the inner city, if you see him, please tell him." ”

"So fast, you don't wait for Constantine?" Roland frowned.

"I've come to Daybreak to be stronger, not to play this boring duel game with a bunch of self-righteous Sanctuary waste. ”

Siegfried spat on the ground disdainfully, and didn't care if this vulgar action would be seen, "This group of guys, including those dozens of women, after getting out of bed, none of them can fight. ”