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Accompanied by a mournful dragon roar, the hot breath of flame spewed out from the mouth of the half-dragon Macas.

In the face of a cone-shaped breath attack, withdrawing and retreating is a useless way of evasion, which will only expose you to a wider range of flames. A better way to deal with it is to find a cover that can defend against the breath, or hide under the dragon's body, or, like a barbarian, try to change the direction of the breath's attack.

Just when the raging flames were about to pour out of the half-dragon's mouth, Barrett relaxed his hands and removed all the power exerted on the 'touch of tyranny'. And when the opponent's body leaned forward involuntarily, he punched the dragon-shaped head that was about to turn himself into ashes.

Barbarian's left hand was scratched by the thorns on Macas' face, but he managed to punch the opponent's head aside. However, he was not unscathed by the half-dragon's flaming breath, because the fist and the flame arrived at the same time.

The golden flame swept across Barrett's body and sprayed towards the high wall on the side of the arena. The yellow sand along the way turned into a semi-melted glass-like shape under the terrifying high temperature, reflecting the light of the stars.

The flame lasted for three breaths, and then the half-dragon Macas collapsed to the ground in a sluggish state. There was blood oozing from his forehead and the corners of his mouth, and the sharp teeth that were originally closely arranged in his mouth were also missing several times.

And our barbarian gladiator looks even more miserable. He stood in place with smoke all over his body, the purple Chimera leather armor on his body slightly wrinkled in the instant high temperature, dutifully protecting the barbarian's body. However, his face was pitch black, and the exposed skin was curled and cracked like coke, and it seemed to exude a seductive aroma.

The barbarian lowered his head, as still as a sculpture. After several heartbeats, he moved his fingers lightly, opened his mouth slightly, and exhaled a turbid breath. The revived statue dragged the 'touch of tyranny' in his hand and staggered toward the opponent lying on the ground. The distance between the two sides was less than five meters, but he walked for half a cup of tea.

The power of the oncoming breath attack was quite terrifying. Although Barrett was indeed shot straight, but fortunately he changed the direction of the flame in time. It just passed by, so the injury was serious but not fatal.

Coming to the opponent's side, Barret raised the tip of his sword with difficulty and poked the half-dragon Macas' butt, "Forgot to tell you, I have slaughtered dragons before, so we are half peers."

"Why..." Banlong wanted to stand up again, but after several attempts, he just managed to prop up his upper body, "Why did you tell me this?" The guy asked vaguely, missing a few teeth to let him go. His speech was a bit leaky.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking, if you are a real purebred red dragon, I wouldn't mind giving you a bloodletting treatment." After Barrett finished speaking, he turned and walked towards his shield. After walking a few steps and finding that the shield was really far away, he changed the direction he was most familiar with and moved forward slowly.

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Supported by the devil's partner back to the cell, Barrett grinned and put himself on the straw mat, and sighed comfortably.

"Why don't you go to the gladiator camp? The conditions there are much better than here." The Barb Demon asked suspiciously.

"Yeah, the food in the camp can't be said to be delicious, but it is definitely more in line with your human tastes." The acupuncture demon put the barbarian's shield on the ground, "there are healers there to help you heal the wound, although 'Aibut' The medicine is not very good, but it is better than nothing. Also, if you want to relax your mind and relieve the stress and unquenched impulses after the gladiatorial fight, there are also many kinds of female creatures for you to choose from. Not only human beings , and orcs, trolls, dwarves..."

What species are these? Are there no elves? "No, it's fine here, at least it's quiet." Barrett declined. "Yes, it's quiet, it's very important to me."

The barbarian did not want to have more entanglements with other gladiators. If one day he had to fight for life and death with one of them on the yellow sand, he would definitely feel very uncomfortable. And after learning a lot of information about the gladiator camp from various channels, the place gave him the feeling that there was no prison cell, and he didn't know why.

"As you like." Acupuncture Demon said indifferently, "You rest, after the opponent confirms, I will bring his news with Mitanu."

As the harsh closing sound of the door slowly subsided, the compartment fell silent again, only the familiar voice whispered in the corner, as if it would never stop.

At this time, the white skull of the 'roommate' suddenly moved twice, and the flesh and blood golem 'meat ball' crawled out of it. It ran to Barrett in a few steps, squatted slightly on its hind legs, puffed out its cheeks and tried hard.

After two heartbeats, a dark black ring with silver and white patterns squeezed out a little bit from the buttocks of the meat ball. The ring fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the meatball circled the ring twice, looking up at Barrett obediently.

"Can't you take it out in another way?" Barrett frowned and picked up the ring, put it under his nose and sniffed it before putting it on his finger.

Since other equipment other than armor and weapons was not allowed in the arena, Barrett handed the space ring to Meatball for safekeeping during the gladiatorial fight. It's just that the way this guy returns the ring to him is a bit special.

"What kind of method do you want? Master." Meatball asked, "Is it spit out?" It pointed to its own mouth with its little paw~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Or is it a more direct method? "The fat abdomen of the hamster-like creature split open, and the meat ball inside rolled out. After it greeted Barrett with its tentacles, it turned around and drilled back.

"...Forget it, just use the original method." Barrett said helplessly. Immediately afterwards, he took the 'Land of Eternal Sleep' out of the space ring and let the little ghost come out to let the wind out, otherwise the little guy would be angry again.

Then the barbarian took out another bottle of healing potion that he had bought in Muya city-state, opened the seal, and drank the potion completely. With the healing effect of the healing potion, coupled with the constant 'lesser troll regeneration' ability, Barrett believes that it will not take long for him to fully recover.

"You're seriously injured again, big uncle." The little ghost looked at him with a distressed face after coming out.

"It doesn't matter, it's all minor injuries and will recover soon." Barrett responded with a smile.

"Then, when can we go back?" The little ghost asked again, "Eve doesn't like this place very much. There are so many bad people here, everywhere, there are too many!"

"Master, will Master take me back with you?" After hearing those words, Meatball hurried over and asked pitifully.

"Of course!" The little ghost squatted on the ground, poking the meat **** with his fingers and running around, "The big uncle will bring us all back."

"Well, don't worry, we'll be back soon." Barrett said in a positive tone, "Okay, I'm going to rest for a while, you can play by yourself, and wake me up when you eat."

And while our barbarian gladiator was sleeping soundly in the prison, the little mage Kris, who had just returned to Muya city-state, saw a strange stranger.

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