Titan King: Ascension of the Giant-Chapter 388: Since you wish to fight, then fight with all your might

This was, in fact, a large, open-air gladiatorial arena!

What greeted their eyes were towering spires and giant rocks.

On the surrounding stone pillars stood massive dragon beasts, roaring fiercely, exuding an overwhelming, majestic presence that hit Orion and the others with a powerful force.

The atmosphere was one of awe and shock.

Orion and his group were positioned at the highest and most esteemed spot in the arena.

A deafening roar!

Jorik, standing at the window, let out a roar.

This dragon’s cry seemed like a signal.

In the next moment, the entire arena erupted in a cacophony of roars and cheers. Among the crowd, not only were there half-dragons, but also many other races, such as Beastmen, Gnomes, and Boarfolk. Orion even spotted figures from the sea races.

These were the spectators, gathered to watch the show and take part in the betting.

The atmosphere reached its peak with every beastly cry.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the performance is about to begin!"

Roar!

Suddenly, the ground of the arena collapsed, revealing a massive stone gate.

The gate slowly opened, and a large cage made of some unknown metal rose from below.

Inside the cage lay a beast, covered in scales.

To be precise, it was an Alpha-level Fire-scaled Beast.

On the other side of the arena, a half-dragon armed with a giant sword entered the fighting pit.

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As soon as the cage was opened, the hypnotized Fire-scaled Beast immediately woke up.

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The battle began with two powerful roars.

The half-dragon was knocked back by the Fire-scaled Beast, and his sword only managed to scrape sparks off the beast’s tough hide.

The Fire-scaled Beast, starved for a long time, only thought of killing and devouring its prey.

It did not stop its attack but instead chased after the half-dragon, sinking its teeth into his head and swallowing him whole in just a few bites.

The sight was brutal, blood-soaked, and gruesome.

However, for Jorik, such a scene was the perfect way to start the show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a gift from the Dragon race."

"The Fire-scaled Beast is a dark creature, and once slain, it will drop a Dark Source Crystal."

"Anyone here is welcome to try their luck. Whoever kills the Fire-scaled Beast will claim the Dark Source Crystal as their prize."

"Of course, this gift is only for those below Alpha-level strength."

Jorik said with pride, clearly excited about this, as it was the first large gathering since the Dragon race’s return.

He had invested a lot of thought into this event.

Orion glanced at the Fire-scaled Beast, noting its Alpha-level early stage strength.

The half-dragon who had entered earlier was only at the Hero-level peak.

Orion found Jorik’s opening to be rather unique.

"My lords, you have traveled a long way. I hope this gift for your people satisfies you," Jorik said with a smile, taking his seat at the head of the table.

It was a square table, laden with drinks and food. Orion and Lireesa sat on one side, while Dain and Grand Duke Richard sat on the other.

The entire gladiatorial show was designed to entertain the five of them.

As high-ranking guests of the gathering, they were not expected to participate.

"Come, come, let us drink to the success of the Five-Race Alliance!"

Orion, Lireesa, Dain, and Richard raised their glasses in a toast, not neglecting Jorik’s presence.

On the Dragon Clan’s territory, Jorik represented the archlord White Dragon, Frostsire.

As for White Dragon Frostsire, Orion was left wondering.

He had not sensed Frostsire’s presence anywhere in Whitecliff, raising doubts in his mind.

Orion was thinking about the Lord’s Stone Frostsire had promised him. He had no idea why the dragon had not appeared or what had happened to the final outcome of the battle in the central region.

He could only infer some things based on the current situation—specifically, the fact that the Human Kingdom, Dwarves, and Blood Elves had ceded territory.

Orion glanced at the Dwarven Prophet Dain and Grand Duke Richard, not detecting any suspicion in their eyes.

"My lords, the arena has opened. Who would like to continue the performance?"

"If no one dares to step forward, I will send my people in to harvest the prize!"

Jorik laughed, as if both inviting and provoking them at once.

Orion and Lireesa exchanged glances before summoning their guards from a distance.

"Arch Elder, go ask among our people who is willing to fight."

"Tell them, entering the arena means it’s either kill or be killed."

"Only those at Hero-level peak or lower are qualified to participate."

Rendall nodded and went to relay the message.

Truth be told, an Alpha-level dark creature was indeed a valuable prize.

However, only those with the strength to fight could claim it.

After a brief moment, three of their people, accompanied by Arch Elder, approached Orion.

Orion glanced at them, his eyes narrowing.

These three were Dirtclaw, Ursa, and Ashar—two of the former council elders from the Stoneheart Horde, and Ashar, a fellow from the Starveil Giants.

Of these three, Dirtclaw and Ashar were both at the threshold between Alpha-level and Hero-level peak. They had the strength to give the Fire-scaled Beast a fight!

Orion waved his hand, sending three bottles of liquor flying towards them.

"Since you wish to fight, then fight with all your might!"

Dirtclaw, Ursa, and Ashar drank the contents of the bottles in one go.

Then they stood behind Orion, motionless, awaiting instructions.

Meanwhile, Lireesa, Dain, and Richard also had their own warriors standing behind them.

Clearly, they too had people eager to fight for the prize.

In fact, this was the Five-Race Alliance. Such events were expected—any race that refused to participate would be seen as weak and fall behind in the upcoming negotiations.

"Hahaha... I didn’t expect so many brave warriors to step forward. If that’s the case, I’ll gladly grant your wishes."

"There are two more dark creatures imprisoned in the dungeon beneath the arena. If you manage to kill the Fire-scaled Beast, I will release them one by one."

Jorik laughed heartily, but Orion couldn’t shake the nagging doubts in his mind.

It seemed unlikely that Jorik, having just returned to the Dragon Clan, would possess such vast resources.

That meant this must be the work of White Dragon Frostsire.

"Could it be that old Legendary-level beings are secretly involved in the two-world battlefield?"

Orion’s guess seemed plausible.

Only this way could Frostsire acquire more resources for the Dragon Clan.

Of course, it was also possible that these were ancient resources hidden by the Dragon Clan, but that seemed unlikely.

"Lord Jorik, let’s begin!"

Dain, the Dwarven Prophet, spoke up, standing behind two of his warriors who wielded warhammers, their strength on par with Dirtclaw.

Jorik nodded and raised his glass to toast. Stay tuned to novelbuddy

"Well then, let’s take turns! If you lose, the next in line will get their chance."

"We’ll start with the Blood Elf!"