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No one can take a single gold coin from the great dragon lord from its claws.

These lowly hyenas, who proclaimed themselves the original servants, constantly questioned the kobolds' loyalty to the great dragon lord.

Today it will use flames to make the other party understand that even the thinnest dragon blood is worlds apart from these mortals.

The next instant, the exploding flames collided violently with the billowing black mist, creating a commotion no less intense than that of another battlefield.

The five survivors on the field were now fighting each other in pairs, leaving only Kate huddled in a corner, clutching her chipped longsword, looking somewhat lost.

What's going on? Is it a stroke of luck from Lady Luck?

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Thor yawned listlessly, exhaling a billowing blast of heat that even the spectators hundreds of meters away on the other side of the arena could feel.

The battle below finally became somewhat interesting at this point, but even that was limited. In his eyes, it was nothing more than a fight between a group of ants turning into a slightly stronger squabble between crickets.

Judging from the current situation, the ultimate victor will most likely be that dragon-vein kobold.

The trolls' abnormal self-healing ability is a huge counter to orc berserkers, and it's something that the orcs can't simply overcome with their anger.

That little hyena is quite strong, but it's at a disadvantage because of its weapon; it probably won't be a match for the Dragon Vein Kobold.

Furthermore, the high-temperature flames are inherently effective against trolls, so when the two clash, the Dragonvein Kobold should easily prevail.

As for that human who was lucky enough to survive until now? Thor initially didn't take him seriously, but now he's become a little interested.

This guy seems to have pretty good luck; he's probably the kind of person who wins one out of every five drinks he buys.

He stretched out his claws and unconsciously scratched the scales on his chin, sparks flying out and landing on the gold and jewels beneath him, causing the surrounding young dragons to twitch with heartache.

To be honest, the Dragonvein Kobolds winning the final victory was not the ending Thor wanted to see.

The event was organized by the organizer, but the ultimate winners were the organizer's employees.

What will the surrounding audience think? What will the participants think? Regardless of whether there was any shady dealing involved, it's probably a mess—it's impossible to explain.

Although this way, the scattered gold coins would return to his grasp, it was only a few tens of thousands of coins, not worth Thor losing more than he gained.

Only by successfully and safely delivering these gold coins can more creatures know that the Red Dragon's promise is true and that there is an opportunity to become rich overnight.

This is how we can attract more greedy people to come here, using their lives and souls as nourishment for our own growth.

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Just as Thor was pondering this, the battle below unfolded exactly as he had predicted.

The corpses scattered all over the ground became a constant source of nourishment for the troll, preventing it from running out of nutrients and allowing it to maintain a high rate of regeneration.

Orcs have limited stamina; even if their anger constantly fuels their potential, there will always be a moment when it runs out.

As he swung his axe again, striking the troll's face and nearly splitting its flat head in two, he suddenly felt his legs buckle.

The next moment, the troll's arm, as thick as a pillar, swept hard across him, sending him flying like a broken sack, unable to get up for a moment.

Just then, a flaming spear flew in like a meteor from outer space, piercing through the chest of the troll whose head had not yet recovered, pinning him firmly to the ground.

The high temperature scorched the surrounding flesh and blood, constantly emitting sizzling sounds. The proteins deteriorated, and the cells that were supposed to divide continuously began to die off in large numbers.

Igna, its scales torn in many places and bleeding profusely, strode steadily toward the distance. Behind it lay a gnoll with charred fur, a fist-sized hole in its abdomen, only its chest still rising and falling slightly.

Reaching the troll pinned to the ground, Igna grasped the scorching spear shaft, his magic surging into it, and the crimson spear tip immediately erupted with billowing flames.

The troll instantly transformed into a massive chunk of meat skewered on a grill. Its already sparse fur was instantly ignited, its skin charred and cracked, fat seeping out, and it emitted a piercing scream.

The relentless fire possesses an all-encompassing, high-temperature destructive power, even penetrating deep into every corner of the troll's body through its eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

When the oil on its body surface is ignited, the fire intensifies, directly leading to its death.

Meanwhile, the intense battle and the depletion of magic power caused Igna to feel a throbbing pain in his head and a huge sense of emptiness surging through his body.

But out of loyalty and faith to the Dragon Lord, it gritted its teeth and drew its burning spear. Its pupils, which were also glowing with shattered gold due to Thor's influence, stared fiercely at the only living creature standing in the arena.

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Kate felt a fierce aura coming towards him, which gave him the illusion that he had returned to his youth and had seen the blue-legged dragon-serpent from afar during an adventure.

That was a ferocious monster over ten meters long, much larger than the dog-headed man in front of him, yet both gave him the same sense of danger.

It seems my life is about to end here. This is the last adventure of my life, and to participate in such a grand spectacle makes it all worthwhile!

Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to launch a charge, he saw the kobold in the distance pause for a moment for some reason, and then its whole body began to shake violently before it collapsed to the ground with a "thud".

The entire massive arena fell silent instantly, and the many creatures watching all wore expressions of astonishment.

A cheer suddenly erupted from somewhere, and then swept through the entire venue like a surging tide.

"Welcome our final victors! Brave human adventurers! Favored children of Lady Luck!"

Chapter 201 For Greater Profits

The deafening roar nearly shook the entire arena. Lying on the ground, Igna quietly opened a crack in his eye, silently observing the commotion outside.

Just now, as it was about to finish off the last human, it suddenly heard the Dragon Lord's command in its ear, telling it to lie down and play dead immediately.

Despite their bewilderment, the loyal kobold never questioned its master's decisions and always carried them out without hesitation.

However, a dog-headed man clearly lacks the self-discipline of an actor, and his performance of feigning death is rather clumsy.

The true powerhouses and shrewd businessmen in the arena sensed something was amiss almost immediately, which is why they harbored even deeper doubts.

That kobold was clearly Red Dragon's subordinate, and victory was within reach, so why did it willingly lie down and admit defeat?

Aren't dragons supposed to be greedy and stingy? How could they willingly let go of those readily available gold coins?

If Thor could hear what they were thinking, he would surely burst into laughter—what could make a dragon abandon its immediate interests must be for something even greater, otherwise what other reason could there be?

Imagine this! An adventurer of mediocre skill, with just a bit of luck, earns tens of thousands of gold coins from the clutches of a powerful dragon. It's as bizarre as a legend, naturally possessing the quality of being talked about and spread far and wide.

Once his deeds spread, not only will those strong individuals who are confident in their own abilities be attracted, but even some greedy people with wishful thinking will swarm to him like sharks smelling blood.

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At that moment, Kate felt as if she were in a dream, her head was spinning, and the cheers around her seemed to be coming from a very far place, so unreal.

He not only survived, but also won the final victory. Those tens of thousands of gold coins—a huge fortune he had never dared to dream of before—were now beckoning to him.

The only thing that worried him was whether the red dragon would keep its promise.

The next moment, he saw the enormous creature rise from its throne piled high with treasure, its broad wings spreading out to the sides, casting large shadows; its dark red scales shimmered with a rainbow of colors in the sunlight.

Those molten gold pupils looked over, seemingly containing two burning worlds, and when the grand voice rang out, it was like thunder rolling by.

"Let me see the final winner—ha, a weak, inferior creature! Well, luck is also a part of strength. As agreed, all this wealth in the arena is yours!"

As soon as Thor finished speaking, a large number of kobolds poured in from all directions and began clearing the area.

The corpses were quickly dragged away, many of them still clinging to life. The lucky ones might survive, while the unlucky ones would only become fertilizer for the land.

In a short while, the entire arena was cleared of corpses, leaving only a mess of dirty red mud.

A wooden box lined with iron was placed in front of Kate. As the kobolds cleaned the area, they tossed gold coins, still stained with blood, into the box with their paws.

As gold coins were continuously added, the wooden box, the size of a suitcase, was quickly filled. The golden luster intertwined with the black and red bloodstains, as if wealth and death were silently entangled, a sight that was breathtaking.

As Kate gazed at the enormous treasure before him, his breathing became heavy. He could clearly hear his heart pounding, and his feet moved involuntarily, inching closer to the wooden crate.

As the last gold coin fell into the box, he rushed forward impatiently, slammed the heavy lid shut, grabbed the handles on both sides and tried to lift it, but the heavy wooden box did not budge.

The previous battle and intense emotional fluctuations had already exhausted his physical strength, so he naturally couldn't lift the box that weighed over 100 kilograms.

Thor, seated on his throne, looked down at the tiny human struggling to keep trying, a mocking smile creeping onto his lips.

It is said that dragons are the most greedy creatures in the world. But now it seems that humans are not much better. Aren't we all pitiful creatures controlled by our desires?

Let's help this lucky guy a little more! Otherwise, even if he gets all this treasure, he probably won't live to spend it.

You might be hacked to death by blades coming from all directions as soon as you step out of this arena, leaving not even a complete corpse.

"Look at this poor little guy, so weak that he can't even lift the gold coins he has. How can he protect his wealth?"

Listen! Insignificant human, the great Thor, in his mercy, will offer you another choice—leave half your gold, and I will send my men to escort you to a place you deem safe.

The deafening roar, like a thunderclap, jolted Kate, who had been lost in her wealth, awake.

He raised his head, looked at the red dragon on the throne in the distance, and then at the bloodthirsty monsters in the surrounding stands. He was immediately torn between his inner thoughts and his own.

There are at least 2 gold coins in this box. Keeping half of them means he will lose at least 1 coins.

This is an astronomical sum, more than all the money he has ever seen in his life. How could he be willing to give it up?

But if they choose to refuse, carrying so much wealth in this desolate wilderness...

Reason and greed clashed fiercely at this moment, even more intensely than in the previous battle.

But in the end, the will to survive prevailed over instinct, and Kate nodded with difficulty.

"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty the Red Dragon. I am willing to do as you say."

"Very good! Go and call that old bear over, and that kitten too. I have something to tell them."

Thor turned to a young dragon beside him and gave it an order. After watching it flap its wings and fly away, he turned his head again and roared.

"The lively opening ceremony is over. Now, let's get down to business!"

All creatures, regardless of race, status, or means, can stand in this arena and accept challenges from other creatures. For each victory, I will reward the winner with 100 gold coins; after winning 10 battles, they will receive a treasure that enhances their power.

As long as you keep winning, wealth and power will be within your grasp!

So now, is there anyone brave enough to be the first to step forward?

The clamor was completely drowned out by Thor's voice, and the entire arena fell into a brief silence.

The creatures, each with its own distinct appearance, subtly observed each other, each wanting the other to take the first step.

After all, being the first to exit the arena gives other challengers more opportunities to observe and make choices, which is extremely disadvantageous to one's own combat.

At the beginning, perhaps some mindless creatures would have jumped out, but after the previous melee, almost all the reckless ones are dead.

No one was willing to step forward first, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Thor didn't care at all. He moved his big claws and flicked his nails. A dragon crystal the size of a football flew out in a beautiful parabola and crashed into the muddy sand with a "thud".

"The first one to go up gets this magic crystal!"

Chapter 202 The Red Hat

Any creature that dares to set foot in Thor's territory must harbor greed and desire in its heart.

Their cautious and life-saving behavior stems from the fact that the temptation hasn't yet reached a point where it would drive them mad. Just a slight increase in the stakes, and these guys will instantly transform into flies drawn to blood, swarming forward.

Soon, the first creature blinded by greed stepped forward, and his challenger appeared in response. The two engaged in a bloody and naked battle in the blood-soaked arena.

When the chaotic brawl turned into one-on-one duels, the spectacle became much more entertaining and less unbearable than before.

As the fighters roared in anger, the creatures in the stands roared with excitement, shouting in their own languages ​​to cheer on their favorite contestants.

Intense emotions emanated from them, which, viewed from a specific energy perspective, resembled clusters of colorful halos surging about.

However, these scattered "lights" did not dissipate into the world. Instead, as if following some invisible gravitational force, they surged towards Thor on the throne like rivers flowing into the sea.

Every second, the essence balance displayed in Thor's mind kept increasing, averaging more than a thousand points per hour.

In this light, what were the gold coins and dragon crystals given away earlier? Compared to the current gains, they were nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

Unfortunately, continuously emitting such intense emotions is also a huge drain on these creatures.

People often experience trembling hands and feet, chills, and even nausea and vomiting after going through extreme highs and lows. Some people with weaker constitutions may even die suddenly as a result.

Thor didn't care about the life or death of these lower creatures; his only concern was that they might become numb from overstimulation, thus affecting his overall harvest.

So as the sun began to set, Thor declared the day's fighting over. A massive red dragon soared into the sky, like a burning cloud, and flew towards the distant volcano.

A large number of kobolds swiftly surged to the vicinity of the throne, repacked and sealed the scattered gold and silver jewels, and then had the young dragons carry them up into the air one by one to follow them.

The many creatures watching all wore expressions of lingering enjoyment, but since the organizers had already left, they naturally had no choice but to leave as well.