Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon’s Might
Chapter 354 - 349: The Fleeting Battle

Chapter 354: Chapter 349: The Fleeting Battle

As for being tricked into the Gladiatorial Arena to participate in combat, Leon didn’t really feel betrayed. The reason is simple: he had long wanted to play a few rounds in the Gladiatorial Arena, and finally give those audiences a nightmare when he got bored. Just thinking about it is interesting...

The center of the Gladiatorial Arena is a square used for combat, surrounded by a high wall that separates it from the audience. These high walls are magically protected and won’t be easily damaged to ensure the audience’s safety.

Around the combat area is the seating for audiences, with steps rising tier by tier, divided into different sections according to rank and status. The closest to the combat area is the VIP section, with seats carved from entire blocks of marble, followed by the first-class and second-class sections, and finally the regular section.

Only the VIP section has a roof to shield off wind and rain; other areas are all open-air. In case of rain or blazing sun, the arena top can be covered with giant canvases, if necessary and for grand performances only, high-level spellcasters capable of manipulating the weather may be present.

While Leon was glancing around, Tassera’s gaze fell on a few people sitting in the VIP section and said, "The coachman is there..."

Hearing Tassera’s words, Leon saw the coachman standing in the VIP section. In front of him were a gloomy middle-aged man and an elegant nobleman.

"My Dissociation Technique and your Flame Breath can burn down the barrier wall above and kill those people sitting in the VIP section," Tassera said.

"Killing definitely needs to be done, but there’s no rush. Let’s play with them first," Leon said excitedly. He was reasonable, "If you don’t like this kind of scene, you can stand aside."

"No worries." Tassera shook her head, revealing a cruel smile, "Sometimes you need to go a bit crazy."

The two of them exchanged a smile.

"Gentlemen, ladies!"

"Dear audience!"

At the same time, the announcer’s loud voice resonated throughout the Gladiatorial Arena.

"Today, we will witness an unprecedented showdown! A battle beyond mortal imagination!"

"On one side, we have the overlords of the sky—the giant Dragons!"

"Their flames and lightning can burn the heavens and earth, their sharp teeth and claws can tear mountains and rivers apart!"

Hearing the announcer’s voice, Leon nodded to Tassera and cooperatively reverted to Dragon Form, transforming into an ultra-large Blue Dragon and a giant red dragon. They then roared together, inciting cheers from the audience, who thought they were about to witness a Dragon performance, unaware of what was truly about to unfold.

"That man is actually an elderly Red Dragon?" While an adult Blue Dragon is not worth noting, an elderly Red Dragon is not easy to deal with. How does an elderly Red Dragon wander around in the shape of a young man, behaving like a youngster? The coachman felt things were developing in a bad direction.

"What are you panicking about?" The gloomy middle-aged man glanced at the coachman with a contemptuous smile, even though the coachman’s true identity was the vice president of the Nightfall Guild, one of the five major guilds in Crossroads City.

Not to mention a shapeshifter hiding its head and revealing its tail, even if it was the Guild Leader of the Nightfall Guild, a Vampire Shadow Lord, the gloomy middle-aged man wouldn’t care.

The five major guilds in Crossroads City may seem equal to outsiders, but the disparity is huge in reality.

How can a guild like the Nightfall Guild, which can only engage in unsavory work, compare to his Black Water Trading Company, which engages in smuggling weapons, equipment, and poisons across countries, and, for the right price, offers mercenary services?

It’s not that the gloomy middle-aged man is arrogant. The elegant nobleman beside him is the Vampire Shadow Lord, currently accompanying him with a flattering smile.

It’s no wonder the Vampire Shadow Lord is sycophantic, not everyone has the confidence to face a powerful Ancient Black Dragon. He flattered, "With Lord Delaguna here, an elderly Red Dragon can’t make any waves."

"No, it’s not an elderly Red Dragon." Although others couldn’t discern Leon’s age, it didn’t hinder Delaguna from deducing it from some details. As an Ancient Dragon, he had ample experience, "It’s just a lucky young Red Dragon that grew big enough."

A young Red Dragon, a young Red Dragon actually having the size of a giant, while he only reached that size at the Ancient Dragon stage, and even now, is just that. It’s truly unfair.

Delaguna’s teeth itched with hatred internally, but he remained calm outwardly and said, "Although the size is at the level of an elderly Red Dragon, it doesn’t mean he’s as strong as one."

"A young Red Dragon with a false appearance. Who knows how high the temperature of its Flame Breath is and how hard its unaccumulated scales are? Can a sword pierce it?" Delaguna placed his hand on the marble handrail and tapped it lightly with his fingers, "A young dragon, just when awakening spells, without spells, is just a Flying Red Lizard."

"Hahahahaha," Delaguna said, "I enjoy seeing talented ones fall."

The Black Dragon has such a hatred and fear towards other members of the Dragon Clan, fervently spying on dragon opponents from afar to opportunistically kill weaker ones and avoid encounters with stronger ones.

Leon didn’t know how the people in the VIP section commented on them; he only knew that the gigantic iron gate on the opposite side of the square slowly rose, and four fully armed giants came out.

The Fire Giant holding a sword and shield and the Frost Giant wielding a giant axe stood at the forefront, followed by a Stone Giant carrying a basket of stones, and a clearly spellcaster-dressed Cloud Giant, forming a meticulously organized team of adventuring giants.

As the giant team emerged, the announcer’s voice echoed once more.

"And their opponents—a legion of giants from the mountains!"

"Legend has it that the Giant Clan is as ancient as the Dragon Clan. When the Giant’s footsteps began to shake the world’s foundations, the Dragon Clan was also very young until the two met and quickly began a brutal war that lasted for several generations, eventually leaving both sides nearly paralyzed. To this day, they still harbor hatred toward each other, and today, we shall see who will emerge victorious."

The cheers from the audience reached a fever pitch, the air thick with tension and excitement.

"This is a clash of strength and wildness! This is a duel of destruction against destruction! Only one side can stand here, only one can claim the victory! Audience, let’s hold our breath and witness this epic battle!"

The drums began to beat.

"Let the battle—begin!"

As soon as the announcer’s words fell, those giants charged towards Leon. They didn’t know how long they’d been in this arena and had long since grown numb, knowing only to fight.

Leon didn’t baby them either. He was gigantic, standing as tall as two giants. Having consumed many Heavenly Immortal Pills, his actual melee ability was at the level of a very old Red Dragon. With a single slap, he toppled the Frost Giant, bit into the Fire Giant’s shoulder and slammed it to the ground, smashed the Cloud Giant away with a tail swipe, leaving the Stone Giant throwing rocks from a distance...

"As long as our Fire Giant can withstand the Red Dragon, the Red Dragon’s flames are useless against the Fire Giant, leaving that one Blue Dragon..." The announcer was analyzing the keys to victory for both sides when suddenly he saw the Red Dragon cheering toward the audience while standing on top of the four giants.