The first game went as they expected.
Two exceptionally powerful dragons, through a brutal contest of headbutting and colliding, secured a place in the top five.
However, the second match opened the eyes of Lu Mengmeng and Binglong.
A dragon with a deep blue body used only three moves to turn its opponent into mincemeat and throw it out of the arena.
"Whoosh—!"
There was an uproar, everyone was amazed, and the place was in complete chaos.
It's not for any other reason than that this dragon was simply too ruthless.
Although this is a competition, it is also a friendly exchange between the young dragons.
You haven't explicitly forbidden killing your own kind, but stopping short of killing is the norm; no one would be so ruthless as to kill their own kind.
Knowing that you've pulverized your opponent, even the most precious treasures can only preserve their soul; their physical body cannot be restored.
Dragons are naturally physically powerful.
Undoubtedly, it is far more powerful than the bodies made from rare and precious materials.
He just broke someone's body like that, which is equivalent to ruining the opponent's life.
The opponent is a red dragon.
Making it into the top ten and then the top five naturally makes them the hope of the family.
He had just knocked the man out of the arena when the old ancestor, Boom, immediately couldn't sit still and appeared in front of him in a flash.
He raised his hand to cleave this damned Sun-killing dragon in two with a single palm strike.
But at the same time, it was stopped by a powerful force.
The dragon clan patriarch, who had been sitting on the high platform with his eyes closed in meditation, opened his eyes at this moment.
He glared at the Red Dragon Ancestor with hostility.
"This is a competition between children, and they have all signed a life-or-death contract before participating."
"You have to accept the consequences of your bet; you can't blame anyone else."
The Red Dragon Clan Chief was naturally dissatisfied.
Pointing angrily at the blue dragon, he said, "Is this how he fights?"
It was just a friendly sparring match between young dragons under 100,000 years old, yet he used such deadly force.
If we keep this kind of dragon around, who knows how many of its own kind it will harm!
Are we just going to let him fight his way up, harming our other elite dragons?"
The dragon clan chief's voice was majestic, and he charged toward the red dragon ancestor with an imposing aura.
"If you dare not fight, then forfeit."
How can you force someone to not participate just because they are strong?
Before the fight, he underestimated his own strength.
During a competition, knowing you will lose but refusing to admit defeat is a misjudgment of your own strength.
How can we blame others?
The Red Dragon Ancestor was naturally dissatisfied.
"His very first move was to damage my son Zhao'er's throat."
How can my son Zhao'er admit defeat?
He deliberately tried to kill my son, Zhao'er. How could such a dragon possibly gain the favor of the Dragon God?
The dragon clan chief remained unmoved by his words and instead unleashed an even stronger pressure.
His voice also became deeper.
"Since we have signed a life-and-death contract, then life and death are preordained."
Moreover, Long Zhao is not an ordinary human; he possesses the powerful divine consciousness bestowed upon him by the dragon race.
Is it really impossible to convey a message using a divine stone?
If that's true, he doesn't deserve to be a dragon!
The Red Dragon Ancestor was rendered speechless; it was indeed their own little cub who had voluntarily started this fight.
But the dragons' previous battles were all gentle and peaceful, without harming their lives; at most, they would just end up with bruises and swelling.
Who would have thought there would be such a madman who would turn the dragon into mincemeat right from the start?
The dragon ancestor had no choice but to glare fiercely at the blue dragon.
He was determined to kill the blue dragon once the competition was over!
He said it fiercely.
"As expected of a bastard who can kill his father, he's a disgrace even while alive."
Blue Dragon remained unmoved by their argument throughout.
They remained unmoved by the insults directed at the Red Dragon Ancestor.
He turned and left.
All that remained was the red dragon ancestor, his fists clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, clutching him tightly.
Seeing this scene, Binglong and Lu Mengmeng also gathered together to discuss the matter.
Lu Mengmeng: "Blue Dragon looks like he's not someone to mess with."
Was he using supernatural powers just now?
So-called supernatural powers are abilities that are more powerful than innate skills.
If innate skills are like Level 1 skills after a monster awakens, then supernatural powers are at level 100 or higher.
They're not even in the same league.
Ice Dragon frowned, "I've never seen such a supernatural power before!"
It's not even mentioned in the tradition.
It looks really impressive.
Lu Mengmeng frowned.
"I wonder if this guy has any other weaknesses."
Otherwise, if you go up against him, he might just smash you into a pulp.
As for the opponent being eliminated in the next round, Lu Mengmeng and her team didn't even consider it.
If even such strong competitors are eliminated, then there's no point in playing this match at all; we might as well just concede defeat.
Since we can't win anyway, why sacrifice our lives?
Ice Dragon thought for a moment, "How about I cover myself in oil?"
Whenever he hits me, he slips right off me.
That way, it wouldn't matter if he hit me.
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