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"Look, that human brat is also flying …"

Many of them had looks of envy in their eyes. Other than some special jobs, flying up in the sky required the strength of a master.

"This kid can actually fly?" Chasing Haze blanked out for a moment, but quickly calmed down. "Very good, we can finish him off once and for all …"

Chou sneered. He clamped his legs together, then rode his Hunting Dragon and suddenly rushed towards Ron.

"Boom!"

Ron and Chasing Haze fought each other, but neither side was able to gain any advantage. Their figures crossed each other's path, and a wave of air spread out in the sky.

Twisting around, Ron once again charged ferociously, facing the oncoming charge. At last, Ron felt a sense of foreboding.

Compared to the slow and serene Gargoyle, the dragon hunt was too fast. It was so fast that there was no time to block.

In another exchange, Ron suffered a small loss. His body tilted and he almost fell down.

Chou smiled slightly. "Ron, you're definitely going to lose. My mount, the Dragon Hunters, is the overlord of the sky. How can you be my opponent while riding on these slow and dim weapons …"

The strength of the knights who had mounts had increased by at least thirty percent. At this moment, Chasing self-confidence had grown, but the fact that Ron wasn't able to increase his strength by much while riding the gargoyle made the situation even worse for Ron.

"How about a few more?" Ron was not to be outdone. He brandished his orange-red staff of legend, and the shadows around him flickered as five gargoyles appeared out of nowhere, shrieking and lunging at the hunter.

"Damn, why are there so many?"

Chou frowned. At the same time he opened his mouth and spat out the dragon breath.

"Boom!"

A gargoyle was burnt to ashes while wailing in pain. The speed and fighting strength of the gargoyle, which was inferior to that of the Hunting Dragon, were reduced to nothingness in an instant.

Chasing laughed out loud. "Ron, in an aerial battle, numbers can't make up for the difference in quality. Do you understand …"

With that, Chasing launched another barrage of attacks, and Ron was once again at a disadvantage.

"Come on … …" "Chen, kill him …"

"Kill this human …"

"To give the Beastmen something to be proud of..."

The fight in the sky above the Colosseum was so intense that everyone's eyes were on it. Almost all of the Beastmen spectators were cheering for him.

In the box at the center of the arena, Ricard and Salamon let out a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and laughed, "It seems that victory is already decided. He has successfully controlled the rhythm of the battle …"

Salamon smiled, "That's right. If we win this round, it's entirely possible that our Beastmen will be able to make it into the top three of this year's Youngsters …"

Everyone believed that the match had been decided.

At this moment, his entire body was full of wounds. Even one of his arms had been broken by Chasing away from the heavy scepter. He could barely lift it up. He gritted his teeth and persevered, but he still did not give up.

At that moment, Ron felt a wave of dizziness in his head, and he was startled.

"What's wrong?"

The consciousness seeped into his strength, and Ron was startled when he saw his own very weak soul.

At the same time, his soul gradually became weaker. It had already dimmed down to the point where it was about to disappear.

Even with the soul ring's support, his soul power was still rapidly flowing away.

Ron understood that when his soul power was completely used up, he would fall into a deep sleep like last time. He didn't know when he would wake up again.

"There's no more time! I have to defeat him quickly … "

Ron's heart filled with a sense of urgency, his gaze focused on Chasing in the distance as he prepared to attack.

Ron felt a sense of loss as he watched this all-out, intimidating chase. Was it really that easy to defeat him?

A battle? Or was it falling?

The Dreadful Knight stood there like a warrior waiting for his orders.

"Got it!"

A plan formed in Ron's mind, his brows relaxed as the look in his eyes gradually became firmer.

His expression turned serious as his pitch-black pupils turned a strange green as he began to emit a majestic soul power.

"Fear!"

The Curse Technique, 'Fear', was cast in Ron's eyes. In an instant, the entire arena was enveloped in a strange atmosphere. This atmosphere made everyone present feel extremely uncomfortable.

Although they knew that something was wrong, they didn't know what was going on.

However, he was completely oblivious to it. He rode the Hunting Dragon and flew in a circle before returning. At this moment, he was enjoying the feeling of the wind.

At this time, an accident happened. The Hunting Dragon that was chasing him suddenly let out a loud cry. It seemed as if it had gone crazy and lost control.

Everyone was shocked. "What's wrong?"

He was desperately trying to control the dragon when a shadow flashed beside him and Ron appeared out of nowhere on the dragon's back, a short bone in his hand, thrusting viciously at him.

"Are you crazy?"

The look in Chasing's eyes changed to one of horror, and he was surprised at Ron's desperate gesture.

"Ah!"

The mutants were only just born when a burst of exclamations came from the Colosseum. Everyone's heart leaped to their throats as they stared blankly at the dangerous scene in the sky.

Ron wasn't crazy. He was wide awake, and the only way to beat the aerial advantage was to knock him to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and the bone spike shot out like lightning.

As he used his shield to block Ron's attack, the short bone spike became extremely dangerous in his eyes.

Ron's attack prevented Chasing from controlling the Hunting Dragon, but at this moment, the Hunting Dragon cursed by Ron's' fear 'let out a scream and began to fall.

"Boom!"

Finally unable to control himself, the Hunting Dragon fell headfirst onto the city wall near the Colosseum. Ron and Chou were thrown out of the arena and heavily fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

There was a gasp from the audience, and everyone stood up, even Riga and Salamon, and walked quickly to the railing to look down.

This battle had reached its most critical moment.

Both of them were smashed so hard that they couldn't get up for a long time.

"You … "You madman …"

In the end, the beastmen's bodies were a bit stronger. Chou took the lead and got up, gritting his teeth as he said, "I will kill you!"

Ron, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. He still couldn't get up.

"Hehe!" Ron laughed softly and sat down on the ground. "Chen, surrender. You don't have any more chances!"

"What?"

Chou frowned. At this moment, his heart went cold and he fiercely turned his head, following which, a trace of astonishment flashed on his face.

The giant body of the terrifying knight was standing behind him. Two green eyes were staring at him out of the mask on his face. The long sword in his hand was raised, ready to swing at any moment.

The giant hunter dragon lay on the side, dying. It was hit heavily by the knights when it fell down. Although it didn't die, it was close. No matter what, it was impossible for it to fly.

Without his mount, Chasing away the hope of victory.

Chasing's face changed from shock to fear, and then to helplessness, and he turned his head just in time to meet Ron's gaze.

Ron was sitting on the floor, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, looking at him with a half-smile, as if he were sure of it.

Chou bitterly smiled. He knew that the situation had turned for the worse and there was no longer any chance for him to win. He threw down the weapon in his hand and said helplessly and bitterly, "Ron, you win … …"

"Sigh …"

A wave of sighs came from the audience, and the ones who spoke were all orc audiences. Their eyes were filled with pity. Just a little more and they would have won.

Li Jia and Salamon looked at each other and shook their heads with a wry smile. The battle had taken a complete turn, and the result was unexpected.

Although they were unwilling, the rules were like this. They could only accept reality.

With his soul burning gone, Ron's vision went black and he almost fainted.

The orc referee stepped out, took Ron by the arm, and announced his victory.

At this moment, Chasing Tian walked over. She gave him a few glances and nodded. "Ron, you're very strong. However, the next time I meet you, I won't lose …"

"I'll wait!" said Ron quietly.

… ….

"Ron..."

In the contestant lounge, Ron spotted Moran beaming and gave him a big hug as soon as they met.

"Well done, Ron!"

However, when she said this, her eyes were filled with a faint sadness.

Mo Lan just returned from his grandfather and Salamon. Although the two of them didn't say anything, Mo Lan felt extremely depressed in their hearts.

The Beastmen had lost, and they had also lost to a human. They had failed, and Ron had successfully levelled up. The young and fierce battles organized by the Beastman Empire always brought about a sense of tragedy and grandeur.

For the rest of the conquest, preserving fifth place was already quite good. One had to know that there were three other magical beasts fighting for this position as well.

Ron, on the other hand, was going to face an even more brutal challenge.

… ….

Two days later, Ron reappeared in the contestant lounge. He was going to face the second round of the quarter-finals. Today, he was wearing a brand-new black robe, looking extremely energetic.

There was Moran in the lounge, talking to Ron.

At this time, a human female attendant quickly walked over and whispered a few words into Moran's ear.

Moran listened carefully, and then revealed a pleasantly surprised expression.

When Moran heard this, he smiled and gave the human female attendant a tip. The latter thanked him profusely and left, smiling as she walked over.

"Ron, let me tell you some good news …"

Ron looked up and smiled.

Moran blinked. "Today, news came from your opponent, he's already given up …"

"Abstaining?" Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

In the second match of the top eight, Ron's opponent was a rank nine Lightning Leopard. It had dazzling speed and was naturally proficient in lightning magic, making it one of the top ranked among the rank nine magic beasts. However, after knowing that its opponent was Ron, it wisely gave up.

He clearly knew that he had no chance of defeating the Class 10 Magical Beast Medusa in the hands of this human.

"So you're saying, I've already entered the finals?" said Ron, surprised and delighted.

"Of course!" Mo Lan smiled and said, "The current you has already entered the finals. In other words, you are worthy of being in second place …"

Ron was in a state of rapture.

Young Champions League number two, for many people, was already a remarkable achievement, but Ron was still not satisfied.

"In that case, I still need to defeat another opponent. Who is he?"

Mo Lan pondered for a moment, "Although there's still a match that hasn't been held yet, the answer is already obvious …"

She looked up at Ron and said slowly, "If I'm not wrong, your final opponent in the finals was that Venomous Scorpion Lion Na Po …"

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