Chapter 51

'Bain is not easy to mess with'

Instantly, this thought came to Carl and the other two. But just like facing Lilith, they could only stay still and go into battle with a million bets on their backs. After all, if they escaped in the middle of the battle, who knows what would happen.

On the other side, Chu Cheng and Black Eagle, wearing golden masks, followed the waiter into this magnificent building. Chu Cheng saw that Black Eagle looked very familiar, and it was obvious that he had been here many times.

Especially when the waiter skillfully brought Black Eagle and him to a box above the stands, Chu Cheng concluded that Black Eagle must be a frequent visitor. But Chu Cheng didn't know whether Black Eagle came for the witch or he really had this hobby. But none of this matters. He just wants to see a witch who can kill vampires.

However, Black Eagle is not as anxious as Chu Cheng imagined. He acts quite relaxed, shaking the wine poured by the waiter in his hand, leaning on the soft chair with his legs crossed, and even discussing with Chu Cheng which player on the field might win. It seems that he is just here to take a gamble for fun.

Black Eagle is not in a hurry, but it does not mean Chu Cheng is not in a hurry. But fortunately, no matter what, the poison has taken root in the body of Golden Hat, and he has not given him the next blood quota. In any case, Golden Hat can live in peace for a while.

Following the direction of Black Eagle's finger, Chu Cheng looked down. It was at this glance that Chu Cheng almost lost control of the expression on his face. Fortunately, with his strong control, Chu Cheng forcibly controlled the movement of his muscles and maintained his composure.

Why is it Carl down here!?

Although he was wearing a mask, the system truly reflected his supernatural power fluctuations. There was no way it could be wrong. The person down here was Carl. But why did Carl run to such a place? Theoretically, shouldn't Pence keep an eye on Carl to prevent any accidents in the god-making plan?

Chu Cheng calmed down and smiled slightly.

"Who are you going to suppress? I'm quite optimistic about that golden-haired boy."

"Golden-haired? Let me see...Ocean? This name is really boring enough."

Black Hawk didn't seem to be very interested in Carl, and didn't have any intention of testing him. So Black Hawk didn't know about Carl's existence? It seems that Bellit's measures were good. If Black Eagle knew Carl's identity now, Chu Cheng felt that Bellit had no need to continue to exist.

But the ocean also reminded Chu Cheng that he had not yet solved the problem of Tanzanite. The survival of Ferrog was due to the powerful Apostle Gate and the inevitable existence of the Night. These were the reasons for preserving Ferrog. How did Pence keep Tanzanite? Could it be that the Goddess of the Ocean also had some backup plan?

Chu Cheng had a smile on his face, but in his heart he was thinking about finding a reason to go to Ferrog, at least to find a way to meet the Goddess of Night in the past. After all, his other disguised magician was taking advantage of the Goddess of Night by taking advantage of her identity.

"The game has begun."

While he was thinking, the bell for the game had already rang, and Black Eagle nudged Chu Cheng with his elbow. Chu Cheng raised his eyelids and his eyes fell on Carl in the stands. At this moment, Carl could not feel Chu Cheng's gaze, because too many eyes fell on him. It was the first time that he was stared at by so many people, and he actually felt a little excited and excited.

"This round, the four-time champion, the Evil Dragon King, will fight against the new challenger, Mr. Ocean! The applause is loud!"

With the thunderous applause, the two people in the stands leaned down at the same time and stared at each other's faces. It was easy to tell that Carl's opponent, the Dragon King, was not a humanoid creature. His skin was all black. No, it was more like leather than skin. The rough surface looked more rubbing than sandpaper. There was a little protrusion every few centimeters, and there was a little red dot on the top. The most prominent thing was that there were sharp saw-like protrusions on his back, with red light on the top. The whole person looked like a red light bulb covered by a black cloth. And his thick tail was slapping the ground fiercely. To put it bluntly, if you were whipped by that tail, you might have to stay in bed for a while.

The host next to him said so.

Carl didn't know the opponent's strength, so he could only try his best. Long years of living in Ataco allowed him to quickly capture what he wanted in the whiteness, without fear of snow blindness. Similarly, in such a noisy and chaotic background color, his eyes were like unlocked, tightly glued to the body of the Dragon King.

As the whistle sounded, Carl and the Dragon King kicked the ground at the same time and rushed towards each other. The rough and sharp claws of the Dragon King grabbed Carl's chest. Carl crossed his arms to block his chest and took the blow. However, the aftermath shook the surrounding dust and waste gas, not to mention that Carl's flesh and blood body was cut in the blink of an eye, and even his eyes were stained with blood drops.

Carl bit his back teeth tightly, tilted his body almost 60 degrees, and pressed hard against the ground, relying on the strong friction to resist the retreat of his body about one meter from the edge.

The Evil Dragon King sneered through his mask, and then increased his strength, as if he wanted to force Carl out of the edge. Carl turned his head slightly, looked at the edge in his peripheral vision, and glanced at the Evil Dragon King's bandaged left leg. He licked his lower lip and exerted his strength, grabbing the Evil Dragon King's claw with his backhand, using the force to flip upwards, stepped on the Evil Dragon King's back and flipped in the air, and kicked hard again, trying to use the force to kick him out.

But the Dragon King's fighting skills were not acquired in vain. He reacted immediately a few seconds after the resistance in front of him disappeared. He managed to hold his body from leaning forward. His claws gripped the ground tightly, even breaking the stone ground and inserting into the ground, controlling his body in the air.

The next second, he turned his head, and his heavy breath was mixed with some hot air. Carl even saw a few sparks. This was a match without restrictions on superpowers and magic. The more gorgeous and cool the fight, the more it could attract a large number of spectators.

Carl's action made the Dragon King intend to use magic. As expected, just as Carl landed on the ground and hadn't even stood up, the evil dragon king suddenly pressed his body against the ground, his eyes flashed red, and then a wave of heat swept towards Carl, directly hitting Carl, burning Carl's eyes, and he retreated several meters to avoid the range of the flames. But

the evil dragon king didn't want to give Carl time to rest. He propped up the ground with his claws, and the whole dragon appeared like a leopard, with a taut body, and his tail was raised high, showing that the master was ready to start hunting.

Almost instantly, the Evil Dragon King rushed towards Carl not far away like an arrow from a bow, opened his bloody mouth, and madly sprayed fireballs at Carl. Carl seemed to see a erupting volcano through his throat, and the endless heat sprayed around, and the temperature on the field was raised in a few moments.

"The Evil Dragon King has used his superpowers! It seems that this newcomer Mr. Ocean is quite capable, but I don't know how long he can last under the hands of the Evil Dragon King! If you are looking forward to it, you might as well bet on him!"

Although the Evil Dragon King seems to be more at ease at the moment and has a greater chance of winning, many people have bet on Carl. After all, who wouldn't like to see a desperate comeback?

But Black Hawk was not one of them. He did not bet Carl a cent. Instead, he placed a lot of bets on the Dragon King. Although it was not as much as the more than one million that Bane casually placed, it was still nearly half a million, which was already a very high bet for a single person.

"Are you optimistic about the Dragon King?"

"No."

Black Hawk's tone was not enthusiastic. He seemed to be no more interested than Chu Cheng, and even less interested than the red wine in his hand. But his eyes never left the Dragon King, and he did not feel sorry for betting.

"I just like dragons. I have bet on all the dragons that have appeared in this field. I even bet hundreds of thousands on Bubble Dragon."

"Bubble Dragon?"

[Bubble Dragon is a kind of dragon and a distant relative of Pallet Dragon. However, it is much smaller than Pallet Dragon, probably only as big as an adult eagle. Moreover, Bubble Dragon is one of the few herbivorous dragons. They have no special abilities. Except for their strong reproductive ability, gentle temperament and easy transformation, there is nothing special about them. Many unintelligent Bubble Dragons are raised as pets, with an attack power of 0.5 geese.

It seems that Black Hawk really loves dragons. Dragons are

mostly associated with strength, mystery, and greed. If Black Hawk simply likes dragons, theoretically he should like these characteristics of dragons. But Bubble Dragon obviously does not meet the requirements, and from his tone, the transformed Bubble Dragon is probably relatively weak.

By the way, wasn't the code name of Black Hawk's companion who came with him last time Paret? Chu Cheng leaned back slightly. He couldn't understand this complicated world. But back to the point, Black Hawk's love for dragons doesn't seem that eager. Rather than liking them, it's more like a mission.

What makes Black Eagle love dragons so much as if he has a sense of responsibility? Chu Cheng quickly thought of the rather abstract necklace on Black Eagle's neck. Could it be that one of his loved ones likes dragons? This possibility is not low, so it is temporarily not included in Chu Cheng's list of doubts.

Black Eagle seemed to want to say something else, but the sudden cheers from the audience drew their eyes back to the competition field. At some point, the Evil Dragon King had ridden on Carl and pinned him to the ground, with his sharp claws clasped on Carl's fragile throat. As long as Carl swallowed his saliva, the Evil Dragon King's claws would mercilessly insert into Carl's throat, filling his throat with blood and suffocating him to death. This is the Evil Dragon King's favorite way to torture people.

[I bet, Carl will use his superpowers soon]

[Well, the comics will definitely give a lot of close-ups, this is Carl's first growth point]

[Will there be shots for this part?]

Chu Cheng remembered that the system said that he could analyze to a certain extent which part of the plot was more impactful and would attract comic shots. But later he found that he could actually judge which part of his story would be in the comics, but he didn't know in what order the comics would be edited.

After the system was stuck for a while, it hesitantly played his electronic voice.

[Uh, He hopes that you can act a little crazier at this moment]

[He? Who? Are you talking about the comics? 】

【Uh, you can understand it this way first】

'This is really interesting...'

Chu Cheng stared at Carl on the stand with his eyes bulging and about to explode in the next second, and couldn't help muttering to himself.