I can enter the sailing game

Chapter 257 [256] Melee fight between muscular men

Bloody Arena - Here it comes!
His nose was filled with the smell of sulfur, and the air was distorted by the hot temperature.

Just got off the ship.

The canoe completely disintegrated due to high load operation. This is an ordinary wooden canoe.

In the distance, the pitch-black volcano has a fiery red color reflected at its summit exit, and the distortion of the air is visible to the naked eye.

Near the crater, four huge obsidian pillars stand, and several tangled iron chains extend in, lifting a heavy stone platform a hundred meters long and wide.

The stone platform that was supposed to be gray and white was now black and red.

Those are all traces left by the former gladiators, and they cannot be washed away at all.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

At some point, Anthony walked up to Roman again and said in a low voice.

"All the Sequence Seven guys were screened out at the door."

"Everyone present is a Sequence Six guy, so be careful."

"Don't worry, you don't really want to die."

For Anthony, Roman's personal senses are pretty good. The experience and dropped items all over the floor are all for him!

After Zhengchou entered Sequence Six, high-level monsters became increasingly rare, so I sent a wave of big ones, which was so considerate and perfect!

"Let's go, the Red Dragon adults have arrived."

The dragon man of the Fenjin clan who led the way spoke again, but everyone was silent, with almost no conversation.

All gladiators know that there is no choice to exit after entering here, and there is only one winner, and only the winner is qualified to survive.

The remaining defeated ones will almost all be devoured by the red dragons watching the battle.

When everyone climbed onto the volcano, what caught their attention was not only the stone platform hanging on the magma, but also the red dragons crouching on the surrounding cliffs!

Most of them are adult red dragons, and this group of red dragons are all descendants of the red dragon tyrant Olivares, a total of fourteen.

There were four young dragons born over a hundred years, only three or four meters in size. They were nestling next to their parents, looking at everyone curiously and defiantly.

His head is almost raised to the sky, and he looks at people through his nostrils.

Explore!

【Dragon Simmonds】

[Type: Dragon/Red Dragon]

[Quality: Epic]

[Level: lv.77]

[Rank: Bloodline Sequence·Flame Young Dragon]

[Talent: Red Dragon Bloodline (S)]

[Feats: Lord of the Volcano (S), Arrogant Tyrant (S), Glitter Collector (A), Fire and Lava (A), Dragon Blood Servant (B)]

[Skills: Fire Breath lv.80, Dragon Language Magic·Fire lv.50, Multiple Attack lv.30, Volcanic Eruption lv.5. 】

[Quest: Born to exert the power of the bloodline, naturally grow to the age of 801 and when promoted to the ancient dragon, the strength will automatically be promoted to the legendary level, that is, sequence five!

Items that can be dropped: Robe of the Flame Tyrant, Lava Heavy Armor (suit), Tyrant Arms, Red Dragon Crystal, Dragon Blood, Dragon Scales, Dragon Meat...]

Huh.

Do a little extrapolation.

The young dragon is equal to sequence eight, the young dragon is sequence seven, the adult dragon is sequence six, and the ancient dragon is sequence five.

Without practicing or working hard, just sleeping since birth, you can be promoted to the legendary rank after [-] years old.

If you work hard, this time will definitely be shortened greatly. It is also an S-level talent, but it is difficult for other races to achieve such terrifying growth.

This has something to do with the inheritance of the Dragon Clan. Perhaps there is a powerful presence in the ancestors, which keeps their bloodline always active and can fully unleash the potential of their powerful bloodline.

Theoretically speaking, the upper limit of S-level talent corresponds to sequence three.

But the upper limit is not a universally attainable standard, but a theory.

Everyone understands the gap between theory and practice.To achieve this step, it is impossible under normal circumstances, that is, with the help of player rules, otherwise Roman would not have the confidence to let Lenis and others reach the limit of their talents.

In fact, Jon and the five night elf sisters, who only have B-level talents, are already struggling.

Translated into game terms, they need more experience to upgrade, and they need to accumulate more experience pools to transform.

The difficulty is corresponding.

For native creatures, if S-level talents can grow to Sequence [-], they will fully realize the potential of their bloodline. The upper limit of Sequence [-] is what their ancestors can only achieve.

Also known as [the source of blood]

The legendary dragon Olivares did not appear. The strongest red dragon present was just an adult dragon at the peak of Sequence Six, probably over 600 years old.

Relying on talent and excellent expertise, he can almost sweep the same level.

This gave Roman a little peace of mind. There should be no unexpected situation. After all, bloody gladiatorial games have more than a hundred years of experience. It is impossible that something would happen if he participated, right?

As everyone landed on a relatively empty platform.

The dragon priests of the Fenjin clan jumped onto the ring, knelt down and saluted respectfully to the red dragons, and then gave them a long and stinky compliment.

After holding Hong Long Taijun's butt comfortably, let's talk about business.

"Those whose numbers are called will enter the arena. Only one will survive."

"Everyone, this bloody battle is about to begin."

"The winner will receive one of the collections of His Majesty the Great Red Dragon Tyrant Olivares."

"A set of dragon armor made from the shedding of the legendary dragon's scales!"

"And a quota for the Dragon Blood Pool to strengthen your body!"

There are also smart people among the gladiators, a lion-headed man from a tribe on the edge of the Western Territory whispered.

"Legendary Dragon Armor? Haha, it's still the same even though it's covered in armor."

"Shh, you don't want to die."

"What are you afraid of? Now that I'm here, I don't want to go back alive. I'm going to die anyway. Why don't you let me talk about being happy?"

Except for some special beings, such as the Gray Stone people.

Contestants from other races are all burdened with the pressure of death, or they are victims chosen by their tribes to die.

the other side.

The contestants from the dragon race seemed to have heard what the lion-headed man said, looking at him with cold eyes and moving their lips.

In the arena, the dragon priest who was presiding raised the corners of his mouth.

"Then...the first game will be No. 51 vs. No. 24!"

"Gladiator, start!"

These two numbers correspond to the lion head and the dragon contestant.

He was nearly four meters tall, wearing sharp red dragon armor, and his chest and abdomen were milky white. His bloody dragon eyes looked at the lion-headed man violently.

He jumped onto the stone platform first, and no one expected the revenge to come so quickly.

The building materials of the arena are special. It is said that they were made by the red dragon tyrant himself and were taken from the hard hot rock deep in the magma.

It is ten times harder than steel and has excellent thermal conductivity.

Standing on it is no different than dancing in lava. The hotter the hot rock, the harder it becomes.

This is one of the reasons why the gladiatorial arena can remain immortal after hundreds of years of destruction!

"Come! Lion-bred demi-human, tell me your name."

The lion-headed man looked angry, his hair swelled, and he jumped up with a roar.

"Gold Hunter, Rhine Amanda!"

Two meters versus four meters, although the difference in body size does not mean anything, it is forbidden to use abilities other than physical strength in the arena.

Size often means a difference in strength.

Boom---

(End of this chapter)