Barenkas was instead being overwhelmed by the barrage from the eight Titan Mechs, jumping around the limited space of the arena in a frantic struggle.
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Barenkas’ massive form was constantly blasted by explosions, with his health quickly dropping by over ten million points. His dragon body swayed uncontrollably, as five consecutive rockets sent him crashing into the stands.
“I am an apex dragon, I am the terminator!”
Barenkas roared in fury, finally pushed to the brink. His dragon form shimmered with dark light as he activated Body Domination, preparing to charge directly at the culprit, Nightshade.
“Body Domination? Ignores knockback, stun, and other control effects? Then let’s fight up close!”
Nightshade quickly reacted, leaping onto one of the Titan Mechs for protection. He then issued another command: “Use Slash Slash Slash!”
The eight Titan Mechs moved in unison, charging forward and embedding their mechanical arms deep into Barenkas’ body.
“Wa!!!”
The goblins inside the mechs swung their giant weapons and pounded mercilessly on Barenkas, as if they were digging into the ground. Despite Barenkas being a High-level Dragon, he howled in pain as the relentless strikes continued.
Barenkas’ roars echoed as he violently shook his dragon head, finally managing to throw the little “crawlers” off of him. Immediately, other goblins seized the opportunity, piloting their mechs to climb back on.
These goblins weren’t holding back either. They attacked all the vulnerable spots—dragon wings, dragon kidneys, and even the dragon… uh, you know. They didn’t care, they just kept smashing away with their weapons.
Barenkas, who had never been so humiliated, was left with bloody, gaping wounds all over his body as his dragon blood spilled onto the ground. But at least, as a Six-Winged Inferno Dragon, his damage was terrifyingly high, and in a short burst, four of the Titan Mechs were shredded to pieces by his dragon claws.
Nightshade was forced to recall the critically wounded Goblin Bosses from their mechs. The remaining machines were also missing limbs and significantly weakened.
“Anger Blood Gladiator ends in 5 minutes.”
“Warning: Passive combatants will face double penalties.”
“Warning: Passive…”
Nightshade looked up at the blood-red sky, then glanced at Barenkas, who still had over 30 million HP. The magic rockets were already expended, and the Gatling cannons were no longer effective. At this point, the only remaining strategy was close combat.
But at the rate things were going, Nightshade figured the best he could do was to stall until the end of the match. He sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, “I really am too weak. With so many goblin allies, I still can’t defeat an A-rank player. I can’t face Madman or Orson after this!”
Determined to avoid losing more mechs, Nightshade shifted to guerrilla tactics, sending two Titan Mechs to harass from a distance while the others continued close combat.
However, contrary to Nightshade’s self-pity, Barenkas felt even worse.
The arena was simply too cramped for a giant dragon like him, preventing him from fully utilizing his power. To think that a mere human adventurer was pushing him toward the abyss of death—this was something he never expected.
And so, Barenkas shifted into defense mode, planning to hold on until the match ended. As a High-level Dragon, he only needed a little time to heal before he could crush this annoying insect outside the arena.
Meanwhile, in another Anger Blood Gladiator space…
“Warning! If no effective attack is made within 1 minute, you will be declared: Defeated!”
“You will lose 20 levels.”
“You will lose all equipped gear!”
The notifications rang out in the minds of the two combatants.
“Will you betray me?”
Wedge, holding a staff, stood elegantly in her shimmering silver and gold robe, surrounded by a peaceful holy light.
Her voice was captivating, easily striking the deepest, most vulnerable part of a man’s soul. It was a mesmerizing quality that drew people in.
Standing opposite Wedge was a handsome man with extraordinary presence.
He held a legendary war glaive, riding a snow-white dragon whose silver light radiated around them like a divine shadow. Compared to the lesser dragons, this silver dragon lacked the typical fierceness, its dragon eyes calm and composed.
The silver dragon was only about twenty meters long, with wings that were smooth and beautiful, yet exuded an unparalleled aura of power.
This dragon belonged to the High-level Dragon family—the Holy Light Silver Dragon Clan, the Xian family, which had stood for over a thousand years in the Light Dragon Empire, forming its foundation.
Through close collaboration with certain individuals to raise the favorability with Xien’s parents, Drunken Dream had gained tremendous benefits, including a rare Holy Light Silver Dragon egg. He then spent a staggering hundred billion to hatch it successfully.
Drunken Dream smiled bitterly as he heard her words. Coughing, he said, “Can we change the subject?”
“No, you want to have me, possess my body and soul, don’t you?”
Wedge replied with a gentle laugh, showing no concern for the Gladiator penalties.
“That’s not what I meant. You know, I was just a little tipsy… haha,” Drunken Dream blushed awkwardly.
“Men,” Wedge sniffed in displeasure, her two words carrying an endless meaning. Drunken Dream fell silent. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire
After a few more seconds, Drunken Dream sighed. “I admit it. You’ve made my heart race.”
Wedge smiled playfully, “You’re finally being honest, sounding like a real man now.”
Her smile was pure and elegant, as if this answer was enough to satisfy her, like a lovesick girl experiencing her first crush.
“Kill me, then leave. You can’t afford to lose, and…”
Her voice trailed off, lips curling into a smile. “I’m not even a match for a Silver Dragon Knight.”
With that, Wedge gracefully approached Drunken Dream, her slender arms reaching up to remove her crown, shoulder armor, weapons, and even her gorgeous clothes.
Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, untamed over her jade-like shoulders, her figure stunningly beautiful.
Yet even with all her beauty, Drunken Dream’s blurry memories told him that the woman in that room was even more beautiful, more seductive… and far crazier.
“Silver Dragon Knight, the one who commands the admiration of countless players.”
“As you wish, I belong to you, always.”
Wedge’s face turned red as she spoke, her voice soft and enchanting, wrapping Drunken Dream’s heart in an irresistible warmth.
But just as this moment of allure reached its peak, Drunken Dream’s voice suddenly cut through the air with cold and sharp words.
“Belong to me? Interesting. Then why did you climb into my brother Max’s bed?”
Wedge froze, her body trembling as her eyes filled with disbelief. The calmness of her heart was disturbed. “What are you talking about?”
Her gaze was filled with fake innocence, her face showing no cracks, even carrying a hint of hurt and confusion.
Having spent years in the chaotic esports capital, Wedge had long mastered the art of hiding her true emotions.
“You certainly have quite a set of methods, even managing to bribe the people I sent to check on you.”
Drunken Dream’s eyes grew cold, his voice frigid. “But you need to understand, that worthless Max?!”
“He can never handle his own business. He cheats on me, the heir to The Upton Family. How could he not brag about such a ‘great achievement’?”
“I… I didn’t, please let me explain!” Wedge stammered, clearly confused.
Drunken Dream scoffed. “To you, I’m just a tool for your ascent. Can you deny that?”
When Wedge continued to deny it, Drunken Dream lost all patience.
“Unleash your strength!”
“Across the Heavens!”
With a loud bang, Wedge was instantly blasted away, her body sent flying, and with a swift swing of the glaive, her head was severed in two!