The bright red liquid rippled from the wine glass in his hand, and Antonio Santoan sat in his seat and waited for the noise to die down.

The sound did fade away, except for the rumbling explosion.

He knew about the attack on the Holy Land, but he was disappointed by the speed with which CP0 and the sheriffs dealt with the problem.

The Holy Land has been peaceful for too long, and the prestige of eight hundred years has discouraged all criminals, but once this seemingly impregnable but illusory prestige is broken, only lax security remains.

"Antonio St." With a roar, the heavy wooden door was slammed open!

The rain carried on the body of the comer, flowing through the muscles of the whole body, staining the precious blanket of the Tianlong people.

Antonio looked down at the man in front of him who had come out of the dark rainy night, his eyes full of hatred.

"Spartacus, I've always admired you!"

"You imprison me!"

"You could have served God in glory!"

"Turn me into a slave!"

"I don't know respect!"

"Leave a mark of shame on my back!"

"Stupid self-......"

Before he could finish speaking, Spartak had already jumped high and slashed down.

Antonio Sheng's eyes instantly turned into vertical pupils, and he smiled arrogantly as he picked up his short sword to block.

His smile quickly froze, and under the tremendous power of the greatsword, the short sword was smashed, and the greatsword slashed at Antonio Saint's shoulder, almost removing the entire shoulder.

Spartacus leaned down and looked down at the Draconian's eyes.

"How do you feel now?"

Antonio San gritted his teeth and glared at his slave, and shame and anger almost overwhelmed him!

He swung his sword with his other hand, but was struck away by the shield, and the next moment the huge shield smashed down head-on.

Bang! Bright red blood splattered out of his nose, his mouth was full of the smell of blood, and his teeth were crumbling.

Bang! Bang! Gush! The giant shield fell down one by one, and Spartacus was just venting his anger at this time!

"What...... What...... Feel...... Straight! ”

The shield's left hand was slammed into a grip, and the force made the wrist that was wrapped around the armed color hurt. Looking sideways, the hand was covered with dragon scales and claws.

"Stop, you damn bitch!"

Spartacus drew his greatsword and turned his hand to look at the dragonhand, making a creaking sound, the scales of the dragonhand shattered, but the blade did not sink into the flesh.

But this force had made Antonio let go, and the shield was erected, and Spartacus was about to cut off.

The surging dragon flames had already gushed out of Antonio Sheng's mouth, and Spartacus held a shield to protect his whole body, and was smashed ten meters away by his fierce punch before he was about to stop.

The shield was hot, and even though it was domineering, Spartacus's arm was still blistered, but he still held the shield steadily.

In front of him, sitting on the seat was a dragonman covered with red dragon scales and dark golden pupils.

Antonio Saint stood up, shook his still somewhat drowsy head, and grasped the dagger in both hands.

"Woohoo, the evil dragon at the peak finally meets the undefeated brave, will the evil dragon devour the brave, or the brave will kill the evil dragon?"

The clown, who had just arrived, made a cameo as the host of the gladiatorial arena.

In the next moment, the red dragon had flashed above the clown, and the short sword was intertwined into a cross and slashed!

"Wow, that's scary!"

The clown hugged the pillar and shouted funny. Spartacus was already in the way of the clown.

Shield Counter! Spartacus swung his shield and knocked the dragonman flying against the wall, and at the same time his body followed, the greatsword had been slashed down.

Although the slash was blocked, at the same time, the dragonman lost the opportunity to counterattack.

The dragonman is faster than Spartacus and stronger than Spartacus, but the combat skills practiced only with the guards are as thin as a piece of paper compared to Spartacus's rich combat experience.

Slash, step to dodge the short sword to fight back, the upper shield blocked the spitting dragon flame, and when the shield was blazing, Spartacus smashed the shield down!

Antonio Saint is roaring! Red scales fell from his body, and blood covered Antonio Saint's body.

Finally, he gave up the dignity and arrogance of the Celestial Dragons.

His body grew huge, with huge dragon wings growing on his back, and with a sweep of his tail, Spartacus swept away a few meters and crashed into the wall.

"The boss is red-blooded, come on, Spartacus!"

On the side, the clown screamed words that people couldn't understand. Spartacus stomped on the ground and roared! Bright red qi and blood steamed from his body!

"Turn to ashes,!"

The dragon opened its mouth and spat out thick dragon flames, burning everything.

Spartacus charged in the midst of the dragon flames, his left hand holding his shield against his chest, his greatsword stabbed horizontally in front of his chest.

Click! At the moment of contact, the dragon bit its sharp teeth, and Spartacus missed, stepped to the dragon's neck, and slashed the giant sword in his hand.

Whew! A dragon roar of pain. The giant sword was halfway into his neck, but because of the dragon's scales, the dragon's head was not cut off after all. The dragon slammed into everything in the practice room, knocking Spartacus down. It rushed headlong into the rain, spread its wings, and flew into the sky.

"Hey, Spartacus, it's going to collapse here!"

"Get out!"

The Joker and Spartacus burst out of the building and stood in the rain.

Behind him, the extravagant and magnificent building spread cracks and collapsed in an instant.

The rain fell on the blazing sword shield of Spartacus and steamed.

His fleshy hands were completely glued to the cooling shield.

The brave man held his sword and stared at the red dragon swooping down under the firmament, and the rain formed white waves around it!

This is the last collision between the brave and the dragon.

But...... The Joker always doesn't play his cards by the rules.

"Ace Throwing Knife"

A dagger was flung out of the clown's hand and shot through the rain curtain towards the swooping dragon. This is an ordinary dagger, made in batches by unknown craftsmen from all over the world, and it is of good quality and low price.

It should have been bounced off by the hard dragon scales, but instead it plunged into the dragon's throat like a hot knife slicing through butter, and the crack swirled between the dragon's neck.

Spartacus seized the opportunity. He swung his blade and slashed off the dragon's head, the red dragon's blood staining his entire body, and the remnants of the dragon's corpse crashed into the ruins of the building.

Bang Bang Bang!

The clown did not hesitate to applaud himself.

"What an epic battle, Spartacus," he grinned, speaking in a chant-like tone.

"Yes, we are in history, we are making history!"

"In my former hometown, there is a saying that dragon slayers eventually become evil dragons!"

The clown stood beside the dragon's head, reaching out against the dragon's head, and the ability to split was activated, and a mysterious power was being stripped from the corpse that was about to die.

"So...... Spartacus, are you interested in growing dragon scales? ”

In the rain, the clown grinned as he held the Devil Fruit.