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Chapter 1794, Section 427: Cheerleaders

Ruth's opponent is an ogre.

Annan took out snacks from his magic ring and shared them with Beldona, expecting to witness a closely contested battle. However, the ogre roared and charged at Russ, who simply leaped up and swung his longsword as it approached.

Without flinching, the ogre impaled his own neck on the longsword and collapsed amidst the uproar from the crowd.

What happened? Did the ogre underestimate him, or is Ruth really that powerful?

“This succubus is a combat genius,” Beldona commented from beside her.

Annan asked, "Didn't she control the cannibal to run into her?"

Beldona shook her head: "It's not that simple. This succubus anticipates the ogre's movements by observing its muscles, stride, and speed, so it looks like the ogre is deliberately using its neck to ram the sword tip."

Annan was surprised; Ruth hadn't lied after all, she really was skilled in combat!
On the other side, the simple victory washed away the gloom that Rus had suffered at the High Priest's place. Feeling the burning demon blood surging in his body, Rus looked at Olme again with a radiant expression, just in time to see him chatting and laughing with a brown rat, and eating something.

Popcorn?
Damn it, do you think I'm putting on an act?
Then she saw Olme put down the popcorn, stand up, and raise his hand in celebration.

Hmph, whatever. Maybe you just think it's exciting and that's why you're eating popcorn, like watching a magical video.

Ruth wiped the blood off his sword and left the arena, ignoring the uproar from the audience.

Snapped--

Annan suddenly slapped his forehead.

"what happened?"

"nothing……"

Annan sat back down on the stone steps, realizing he had forgotten to walk on the model.

That's a collector's edition Jack model; selling it for a few gold coins wouldn't be a problem.

The battle continues, and Annan's prophecy continues to exert its influence.

For example, a guy who says, "My real name is Perez Lola Michaelford Kirillan. Now that you know my name, you should die!" kills his opponent and then, believing that the audience has also heard his real name, starts attacking them. He is then bound by the gray rats using fel energy.

Some of the bettors, seeing that the player they had bet on was losing, actually rushed into the arena to help kill the opposing player.

Now it's all changed; it's gone from being a spectator to a pawn, and others are now placing bets on it.

Annan thought to himself that things had gone completely awry.

It seems that the mortality rate in the Bloodbath events has always been very high, even no less than 100%—if one out of every two contestants chooses to attack the audience, the mortality rate exceeds 100%.

On the surface, Annan was watching the show, but in reality, he was quietly accumulating experience.

While he was talking to Beldona about how much money the arena could make, he had the idea that Liberty City should also host one, but it was still in its early stages and needed to be discussed in detail when he got back.

For example, the matches can't be as bloody as the bloodbaths, with frequent dismemberment, blood spurting, and self-destruction. The broadcasts also need to be appropriately edited and censored, since many kids like things from Liberty City.

Of course, there's one more crucial point—attacking the audience is absolutely forbidden!
How can a duel tournament result in the deaths of hundreds of spectators?

As Annam observed and pondered, the Rat King made his appearance.

Annam understands the immense size of dragons better than many people do, but dragons are ultimately four-clawed, crawling creatures, more about being huge and long than tall.

As the Rat King, standing over ten meters tall, entered the arena, the entire bloody arena trembled with each step it took.

Standing in the arena, it was even taller than half the stands. The vast, bloody arena was no different from a room to it.

Although Annan witnessed Ruth's fighting talent, he had to admit that perfect technique was useless in the face of Absolute Druid power. Even if the Rat Queen stood still and let Ruth attack, it would take her dozens of seconds to accumulate a fatal wound.

Perhaps only the Black Pearl, now restored to its original form, could rival it. Didn't you see many demons hastily leaving their seats? They're probably heading back to the tavern to place their bets on the Rat King.

The Rat King's opponent was an unfortunate giant rat. It was stronger than many of the previous contenders, but in front of the Rat King, who was five or six times its size, it was like a stray dog ​​being kicked to death on the roadside.

Black Pearl makes her final appearance.

Her delicate and beautiful face showed displeasure, and Annan guessed that she was unhappy because she was put last.

Sure enough, after the match began, Black Pearl reverted to her true dragon form. Although not as large as the Rat King, it was still awe-inspiring, and her opponents trembled in fear under its might.

Instead of killing it with a single swipe of its claws, Black Pearl toyed with it like prey, driving it to the edge near the audience seats before unleashing a breath of dragon fire that enveloped a large group of ratmen.

The audience erupted in wailing and howling. Black Pearl continued to spew dragon breath, but it all swept over the head of its opponent, making it hard to say whether it was intentional.

Just as the dragon's breath pillar was about to spread to the noble ratmen, a ghostly green evil energy swirled around, counteracting the black pearl's dragon's breath.

Black Pearl, caught up in her excitement, stared coldly at the gray-haired rat priest who dared to obstruct her.

Ignoring the dragon eyes that were even larger than their own, Philosopher's siblings indifferently raised their spine staffs, channeling their evil energy: "Contestants, do not intentionally attack the audience!"

After a few seconds of standoff, Black Pearl turned her head, glanced contemptuously at her gloating opponent, sneezed, and a bolt of lightning pulverized her into charred remains.

"Black Dragon wins."

Philosophy announced the verdict, but the audience was still reeling. This was no small matter as before; the Black Dragon's sudden attack had resulted in at least dozens of casualties among the spectators.

They dared not lash out, nor celebrate, not even daring to breathe. Amidst this, a somewhat jarring cheer rang out.

"Wow, that's awesome! Yay!!!"

Annan stood up and cheered, displaying more than 114 percent of the enthusiasm he had shown for Ruth.

……

There are advantages to having a makeshift team, such as faster progress.

The first round of the bloody battle was over in just one morning.

There was no rest time, not even time for the injured to recover, and the second game was immediately started.

After Black Pearl's victory, Annan secretly slipped away and returned shortly afterward. Beldona asked him where he had been. "You'll find out soon enough," Annan said mysteriously.

Black Pearl appeared very early in the second round. It seemed that the Macken ratman was worried that Black Pearl would get angry and breathe fire again, killing dozens of spectators. Shortly after Annan sat down, Black Pearl appeared, and her opponent was the champion rat who was the first to appear in the first round.

"It's now!"

Annan made a gesture, and suddenly a row of succubi stood up behind him. They were draped in brightly colored cloth, each holding two clusters of colorful ribbons, and they waved and leaped while calling out in unison:

"Black Dragon, Black Dragon, you're the strongest! Black Dragon, Black Dragon, you're the best!"

The succubi's seductive cries drew the attention of half the bloody arena. Under the men's gaze, the succubi danced even more energetically.

(End of this chapter)