The One Hundred and Twenty-Eighth Battle The Battle of the Mess

His gaze turned back to Ling Che. After Ling Che entered the arena, the iron gate on the opposite side also slowly rose, followed by a piece of steam coming from the underworld - unlike the gas in the fire dragon's mouth, Ling Che knew that those gases were poisonous, so he pressed the mask to his face in advance, and the mask dripped through the resistance potion provided by the logistics department was very effective in helping Ling Che disperse most of the poisonous gas. However, this match, which obviously could not be fought for a long time, limited Ling Che's time, causing him to rely on his own quick victory.

(I can help you if you want.) Xiao Mo replied slowly.

(No, just mind yourself!) Ling Che thought angrily, (Think about what you want to tell me later!)

"Ahh......h He already knew that this match was like a poisonous flying dragon!" At this time, the dragon spirit also returned to the arena, and began to talk there without feeling the explanation, obviously happy that someone was listening to her again.

What...... Ling Che shook his head, obviously "impressed" by Long Ling's acting skills.

"I'm looking forward to what he's going to do next, ah! He moved, first circled around the outside of the ring, but why did he do that? The dragon hadn't even come out yet...... He's waiting for the right moment—"

It's noisy...... Ling Che thought so, there was no way to concentrate and devote himself to it at all!

Not to mention that there is more and more fog in the arena now, and now the dragon must have been driven out with sticks by the logistics staff even if he didn't come out on his own, right? But now I can't see where the dragon is...... Although he had a mask, Ling Che still covered his mouth and nose with his hands, he always felt a strange smell in the air, which made him nauseous.

"Wait, there's a smell of blood around?!" Ling Che suddenly realized, and before he could dodge, a huge and narrow golden dragon's eye appeared in front of him.

"Woo-" There was a long roar, and then a giant claw slapped towards him. Ling Che immediately made a tumbling motion and rolled in front of the dragon. But before he could stand up, the dragon opened its mouth full of strange smells again, and the poisonous gas wafted in front of him, helplessly, Ling Che had to continue to roll forward on the field, making a lot of embarrassment. The audience was also laughing when they saw this.

Different from Xiao Mo's previous scene, Yi Wan had long known internally that if it was to deal with the poisonous gas flying dragon, it would be a smoke-filled scene, so she had already made preparations in advance, and used high-definition cameras to directly capture the actions of the players in the arena through the heavy fog. And the live projection is onto the big screen on the field. This made Ling Che really want to curse.

Unlike the real world, which is set in the Middle Ages, people's cultural development is not much different from the real world, or even more than today's technology. But of course, if it really reaches the state of being so powerful that it is invincible every second, then it will not be interesting, so no matter how hard humans work to develop technology, the ability of the dragon clan will always control the human race, at least, just like you humans know how to use the machine to fly, but we dragons have long known how to use brain waves to send interference signals to interrupt the power operation of your machine. Humans don't have the help of the protagonist and his party to make efforts in vain.,Of course,After the failure of their efforts, they also gave the protagonists a good experience.,Of course, the protagonist or something will succeed if you try it casually......

But is this really the case now?!Ling Che looked at his current situation and felt funny, a protagonist, a man in the first squad of the master Lin Yun's Covey, was now being chased and killed by an ordinary flying dragon and rolling on the ground, he was really embarrassed Albert's face, if Albert saw it now, he would probably be angry with him.