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"Just got up!"

"Are you alright? After being unconscious for an entire day and night, you must be worrying!"

Batha asked, studying Ron carefully.

"I'm fine, I'm completely fine now …"

Ron smiled, and then his face turned serious, "Right, today's the day to draw lots for the top eight. Is the ceremony starting now?"

"Ron, are you going to participate in this dangerous game?"

Looking at Bassa's concerned gaze, Ron could not bear it any longer, but he still nodded, "That's right, I've already promised Miss Moran. Of course, my reason is not only that, I also want to challenge a strong opponent. Only in battle will I be able to break through my limits …"

"Only by constantly surpassing the limit can you stand at the peak of power …." Ron's eyes were brimming with confidence.

"I was wrong, Ron. You are destined to become a strong person, and I am being too selfish …"

"What's wrong?" Ron was surprised. He was confused.

Bassa recounted Moran's promise not to let Ron compete again.

Ron smiled when he heard this.

"Hehe, what she is doing is just a temporary measure. I think that she has already drawn the lots for me?"

"Right now, I hope I can make it in time …"

As he spoke, he chanted an incantation. Not long after, a gargoyle appeared in front of the two of them. Without saying a word, Ron stepped forward.

"I'm leaving …."

"Hold on..." "I'll go with you."

The gargoyle howled through the window and disappeared into the horizon.

… ….

In the arena, Mo Lan and Du Tan faced off against each other, deadlocked.

"There hasn't been a situation where a substitute has drawn lots in the history of the tournament. So, Miss Moran, I'm really sorry, I can't help you …"

He was still a gentleman, in stark contrast to the exasperated Moran.

Mo Lan was about to argue, but she was also angered by Du Tan's attitude. However, her words were cut off by another person.

"Aiya, this is so boring …"

The one who spoke was dressed in a tight black robe, it was Na Po. He yawned lazily, looked at the two and said, "Are you guys bored? We've been fighting for half an hour over such a small thing …" Miss Moran, is it worth it to waste my time on a human? "

"That human was lucky not to be able to come, Miss Moran. I can tell you for sure that if he were to meet me, he would die a horrible death."

"Hurry up and start drawing the lots, otherwise, I won't keep you company..."

"Sigh …"

When Moran heard this, he let out a sigh. He did not persist any longer and could only helplessly retreat.

Seeing that Moran had retreated, Du Tan heaved a sigh of relief. He said in a clear voice, "Since that's the case, I won't waste any more of everyone's time. Now, let the drawing ceremony begin …"

"Eh? What's that?"

"Something's flying over …"

The audience pointed at the sky and shouted loudly. A bat-like creature appeared in the sky above the Colosseum, constantly circling around it.

At this moment, some sharp-eyed audience members saw the human sitting on the creature's back and shouted out loudly.

In the luxurious private room in the center, Li Jia said with a smile, "Hehe, the time is just right, this human kid is not bad..."

Salamon sucked in a breath of cold air. There weren't many people who could receive praise from him. This human was actually one of them.

The gargoyle slowly landed on the ground. Ron pulled Barsala down from the gargoyle's back and took a deep breath. Then he smiled and said to Moran, who was walking over, "It seems …" "I was just in time..."

Moran couldn't hold it in any longer and threw himself into Ron's arms. "You're making people worry. I thought you'd never wake up again!"

Luo En sighed in his heart, that battle last time was truly dangerous. The burning of his soul almost destroyed his soul. If it wasn't for his soul ring, he wouldn't have been able to wake up.

"I'm fine... "I'm fine..." Ron patted her shoulder and smiled. "I'm not coming, am I, Moran? Don't worry, I'll make it to the end …"

He then raised his head and said with a smile, "Prince Dutan, the drawing ceremony can begin!"

He had not expected Ron to appear in the drawing room at the last moment, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.

"Damn it, this human brat is always messing up my plans!" Du Tan cursed silently in his heart.

"It looks like it's time to make some proper arrangements …"

A light flashed in his eyes as he signaled to the Orc referee behind him.

The orc nodded his head in understanding.

Only then did Du Tan smile, "Okay, then let the drawing ceremony begin! "Staff, bring the box used for drawing lots here..."

"Yes, Prince Dutan!" The Orc referee behind him acknowledged and then bowed to everyone, "Please wait a moment …"

Dutan had already made his arrangements. Looking at the calm Ron in front of him, a trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes. "Ignorant fool! Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish!"

Seeming to have felt a trace of malicious intent in his gaze, Ron looked in the direction of Du Tan. Du Tan immediately smiled, "My work has already been completed, so I won't obstruct everyone's time anymore. Farewell …"

Duttan bowed slightly and turned away.

… ….

"Master Du Tan, what other orders do you have?"

In a remote corner of the Colosseum, the Orc Judge who had just left said with a flattering smile.

Du Tan's back lightly leaned against the wall, and traces of killing intent could be seen in his eyes as he looked at the field. He said in a deep voice, "The original plan has changed. Let that human choose number five, and the rest will remain the same …"

"Yes, my lord, I understand …" The orc referee smiled and bowed to Dutan, his figure receding.

"Heh heh, Ron, why don't you just die this time? If you're scared, then just give up … "

Duttan's chuckle came from the darkness, and he gave Ron a deep look in the arena, a decision that was almost an announcement of Ron's death, because Ron's next opponent was number six, and number six, the scorpion lion, was Napo.

The orc referee walked into a room and placed a box the size of a face plate on the table.

"This is it …"

With a flash of his spatial pouch, a few round balls appeared in his hands. He carefully took out the ball he used to draw the lots, and then placed it inside the box.

The task was completed very easily, and it was not the first time he had done it. The previous few times when he was drawing lots, he had obtained Du Tan's approval and purposely arranged it.

However, the orc referee didn't notice that while he was doing all of this, he was in a dark corner, staring at him with a pair of eyes.

"It's done like this, hehehe …" When that time comes, Prince Dutan will surely reward me well... "

With a smile, the Orc Judge gently lifted the box and slowly walked out.

At this moment, the door to the room was kicked open with a bang. The Orc Judge was shocked, and the box in his hand almost fell to the ground.

At this moment, a dozen orc warriors swarmed in like a swarm of bees and surrounded him.

"You … "Who are you people?" The orc referee panicked, a sense of unease flashing through his heart.

"We are the internal guards, so we have to listen to his majesty the Beast King. We have all seen what happened just now, and I think that now is the time for you to explain it to his majesty the Beast King …" The leader of the Orcs said with a deadpan expression.

"We're doomed..."

When the Orc referee heard this, he immediately fell to the ground...

… ….

The eight of them quietly stood there. From the beginning of the drawing of lots to now, half an hour had already passed.

Ron was still calm, but the rest of them were getting impatient.

"Why haven't you come for so long?" Na Po became impatient. He paced around, cursing loudly, "What a f * cking competition. If I knew that the rules were so complicated, I wouldn't have come …"

Chasing's face twitched slightly and he turned around, "Participant Po, pay attention to your words. This is a competition for our Beastman Empire. If you don't want to participate, then please withdraw and don't complain here …"

He was a genius of the Scorpion Lion tribe and had always been a powerful member of the clan. He had long developed a character that feared nothing in the world, and seeing that someone was going against him, he became annoyed early on.

"Hehe, you're called Zhuo, right? I'll remember you. You'd better pray that you won't run into me during the competition. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die without a complete corpse …"

Faced with Poe's threat, Chuang remained unmoved as he calmly said, "Very well, I will definitely accompany you to the end …"

Their gazes met, and traces of killing intent began to emerge.

"Here it comes …" "He's here..."

It was unknown who said that, but a person wearing the judge's uniform came out with a small box.

"Isn't this referee the same as before..."

With his sharp eyes, Ron could tell with a glance that the orc referee wasn't the same one from before. However, he wasn't sure if it was a deliberate arrangement, so he didn't take it to heart.

The drawing of lots began. In addition to the Orc referee who came out with the box, there were also several Orc referees supervising the drawing of lots. Ron and the others lined up one by one, and each of them took out a small round ball from the box.

He didn't know when he had brought out a large wooden board, but the numbers 1-8 were already written on it. The names below it were empty, and whoever drew it would write their names on it.

… ….

Prince Dutan returned to the box with a smile. As soon as he entered, he saw an Orc guard whispering into his elder brother's ear. At the same time, his gaze kept darting in Dutan's direction.

"He's back!" Salamon smiled and waved the guard away. "How's the drawing ceremony going?"

"It went smoothly!" Du Tan smiled. "The match is about to begin, let's just wait and see an exciting scene … …"

"Un, this must be an interesting scene..." Salamon looked in the direction of Riga and smiled meaningfully.

… ….

"Each and every contestant, please lift up the sphere in your hand and show it to the audience …"

The Beastman referee said, "The first contestant, that Bian..."

Poe smiled, and with a flash of his hand, a sphere appeared in his palm. He saw that it was number seven.

"That Po, Number Seven …"

The Orc Judge shouted, and at the same time, he wrote Poe's name on the board.

"The next contestant..."

Dutan sat on the large chair. He smiled with a confident expression on his face. Slowly, his expression began to change into one of extreme astonishment.

"What's going on?"

Salamon and Riga looked at each other and nodded.

The drawing of lots continued to proceed in an orderly manner.

"Next contestant, Chen …"

"Number 2 …"

"Last contestant, Ron..."

Rönn took a step forward and raised the sphere in his hand high up. A large 'one' was displayed on the white sphere in his hand …

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