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In the central box of the Colosseum, Duttan's body froze, the muscles in his face twitching. For a moment, his eyes widened, as if he understood something, and he jerked his head back.

Riga and Salamon sat there quietly, looking at him in a flawed way.

"You all … "I knew it …"

Dutan's voice trembled. He could not sit still. He stood up.

Salamon smiled. "It wasn't long, I just found out..."

"Back in the Death Group, I felt that something was amiss. How could there be such a coincidence that there are nearly a thousand participants in the Young Strong Battle Team, and the entire group is made up of magical beasts, with only one human. This kind of combination is extremely rare even in the history of the Young Strong Competition …"

Salamon added, "I also realized something was wrong. I did find out something, but there was no evidence to prove it. Now, all the loot is gone …"

"My dear brother, what do you have to say now?"

"I... "I …"

Dutan's body trembled, unable to speak. His face alternated between red and white.

Everything he had planned looked like a joke now.

Salamon sighed. "Dutan, you disappoint me!"

Salamon called him by his first name, and it was clear that he was disappointed.

"I... I am only doing it for the Beastmen! "

Dutan's lips moved, and he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Of course I know that you did it for the Beastmen. If you did it for yourself, do you think we would let you off so easily?" "Your idea is very good, but your methods are too shameless. Since when did our noble Beastmen need cheating to win?"

Salamon looked deeply at Duttan. "Do you think the honor we have gained by this means, even if it is not discovered, is glorious?"

Du Tan's face was burning. At this moment, he couldn't wait to get in.

Then Salamon stood up, turned to Riga, bowed, and said sincerely, "Everything is my fault. I did not control my brother well, I did not control him well. You can do whatever you want with him, I have no complaints …"

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Forget it, why would you need me for such a small matter? Just take care of it! "

"Elder Xie Li!" There was a trace of respect on Salamon's face, and he bent low to let him deal with it, which was a sign that he had let Duttan go.

Salamon turned and snapped, "Why don't you thank the others?"

"Thank you, Mr. Li!" Dutan lowered his head.

He smiled and said, "It's too easy to get the Beastmen to enter the top three. We only need to change the rules and only allow the Beastmen to compete. From the looks of it, our Beastmen's talents are not comparable to the magical beasts. However, because of this, the generations of Beastmen have been fighting bravely, using diligence to make up for their lack of talent … "

He sighed and said earnestly, "False results are always false. You can deceive others but you can't deceive yourself!"

"I was wrong to force you!" There was a deep look of regret on his face.

"Go back and reflect on it!" Salamon said.

… ….

On the big arena, seeing the big "one" in Ron's hand, Chou was in a daze. Didn't Prince Dutan already arrange it? Did he change his mind again?

Chasing didn't quite understand, but he quickly came back to his senses and slowly walked over to Ron.

Ron looked up too, smiling at him, his face composed.

"I didn't expect that you and I would become opponents in the finals in the first round. To be honest, I was a bit surprised. However, I'm looking forward to your performance in the following battles …" Chasing said calmly.

Ron's face was brimming with confidence as he laughed, "Me too!"

At this moment, the referee's voice sounded in their ears, "The first match of the top eight is between the beastmen and human, Ron. You two, prepare yourselves..."

Rönn's heart tightened. They were the first of the top eight, and after drawing lots, the match would soon begin.

"Hua la!"

Cheers came from the audience stands like a mountain. Everyone was looking forward to Ron's battle with Chasing Haze.

… ….

The two of them looked down at the scene in front of them. Right now, there were only the two of them in the central private room, and even the beastmen maid had left. It was obvious that they had something important to discuss.

Salamon's eyes were filled with apology, "Li Da, I didn't expect my brother to do such a thing, I'm really sorry …"

With a smile, he said magnanimously, "Forget it, he did it for the Beastmen, his intentions are good, but his methods are not too glorious …"

Salamon pondered for a moment. "We still discovered it a little too late. The results of the previous preliminaries and group competitions can no longer be changed. The drawing of lots for the current top eight finals is absolutely fair. I can use my life to guarantee this …"

"Then let's make the mistake!" "But you have to be careful not to leak it out."

"I understand!"

Salamon nodded heavily. This meant that someone's head would fall to the ground, and this person was obviously not Dutan.

Ever since Salamon took over as the Beast King, everything had been satisfactory to him.

"What do you think of Chasing versus Ron?" At this point, Li Jia changed the topic.

"They are both very strong!" Salamon paused.

"I was surprised after the match between Ron and Medusa. To be honest, it's very hard to win. The fight must be very brutal …"

"Of course, from a psychological perspective, I still hope to win!" Salamon added.

He nodded, but didn't comment. "Then let's wait and see," he said slowly.

Although the two of them had relaxed expressions, their hearts were incredibly heavy. They had thought of one thing, once the beastmen had failed, it meant that they would not be able to enter the top five …

On a big bed in the Young Powerful, Ron sat quietly with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, ready to fight. His opponent was a genius of the Beastmen race, which was a lie when he said he wasn't nervous, and Ron did his best to calm his heart down too much, as Grandpa Komelin had taught him before.

There was another person in the room, and that person was Moran. She just sat there, looking like she wanted to say something but didn't want to.

Ron opened his eyes and looked at her with a smile. "Miss Morland, what do you think you want to say to me?"

Mo Lan hesitated, "Just now, Du Tan sent someone to pass on a message to me …"

"What did he say?" asked Ron, frowning.

"That person didn't say it out loud. He only said that if they were to lose, no one in the entire Beastman race would stand on the podium …" Mo Lan said in a low voice.

Ron smiled. He understood what Moran meant.

"Then... What do you want me to do? "

"I …" Moran was conflicted. On one side was the honor of the Beastmen, and on the other was the honor of the Thorny Flower Tribe. This made it difficult for her to give up.

Ron understood everything from Moran's eyes. He nodded, sighed, and stood up. "I know what to do!"

"No!"

Moran screamed, and she ran over and clutched Ron's arm, her beautiful eyes meeting his, her eyes firm.

"Ron, don't worry about it, really, I. "I really regret telling you these things …"

"Ron, you must always remember that no matter the circumstances, you must always go all out to obtain victory that belongs to you …"

… ….

"Come on … …" "Good luck..."

In the first match of the top eight, the Wind Knights were about to fight with the Necromancers, Ron. One of them was a young genius of the Beastmen race, while the other one was a mysterious expert who cultivates Necromancy.

The match hadn't started yet, but the audience was still shouting with all their might.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the young genius of the Beastmen race, Wind Knight Chasing …"

"But that Ron is also very strong!"

The audience discussed among themselves. Overall, the two sides' strengths were very close.

When Ron stepped into the Colosseum, Windknight was already standing there. For a moment, the atmosphere in the Colosseum reached its peak.

Chou smiled faintly. "Ron, you've finally come. I've been looking forward to this battle for a long time!"

"Me too!" Ron laughed, "In this battle, I will go all out …"

"As I wish!"

"Do you two decide to compete?" The referee for this match was the Orc referee from back then. During his battle with Medusa, Ron had saved his life.

Ron and Chase both nodded.

"Alright, after hearing the order, the competition can begin!" After the Orc Judge finished speaking, he retreated far away. As the judge of the finals, there was a lot of pressure, because at the very end of the fight, both sides were strong. Sometimes, the fierce battle would even affect the judge.

"The match begins!"

With the command of the referee, the first match of the top eight began.

"Shua!" The two retreated as fast as lightning. Both sides revealed their weapons.

In Ron's hand is an orange staff of legend, while what is in Chasing Hands is a heavy scepter. At the top of the scepter, it is as sharp as a knife, and its entire body is surrounded by a dark golden light.

This was a melee Scepter. In Chasing Hands, it could not only engage in melee combat, but could also cast magic.

"Ron, I have a body constitution that allows me to dual cultivate both magic and martial arts. You have to be careful!" He held the Scepter in one hand and the huge shield in the other. He spoke arrogantly.

"What a coincidence, it's the same for me …" Ron smiled, then his face darkened. "I'm going to attack!"

"Bring it on!" Chou said without backing down.

Slowly taking a deep breath, Ron lowered his bone cane and chanted an incantation.

"Ka …" Crack … "Ka …"

Countless Skeleton Bravehearts crawled up from the black ground. Their eyes shot out faint green rays of light as they constantly let out heart-shaking howls …

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