Caesar stood proudly in the arena with his hands behind his back. The flames rising into the sky did not diminish at all, and the image of the firebird was actively turning its head around, as if it were alive.
Everyone knows that Caesar is giving Andre one last chance. It is an unimaginable shame for the Volcano Tribe to be completely defeated by someone using fire magic. It has probably never happened before in the history of the Volcano Tribe.
As the successor of this generation, Andre naturally does not want to be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, but everyone thinks that this brother is unlucky and it would have been better if he had been born a decade earlier or a decade later.
Several games have already ended... the spectators had long disappeared, and as soon as the contestants finished their games, as long as they were still able to move, they would immediately squeeze over through the contestant channel.
The Hai Youyou trio arrived first, "Is this guy a human?"
"may be."
"Maybe not!"
Lilith appeared out of nowhere and pouted, "Curse you three to run into him in the next game."
Hai You nodded and said woodenly, "Yeah."
"One is not enough!" Dayu also nodded.
"All three of you come together!" Xiaoyou concluded.
Lilith looked at the three shameless hooligans speechlessly. Whenever they met a strong opponent, they would attack together in threes. She couldn't stand them.
Now everyone's focus is only one, and that is Caesar. The six great masters of the younger generation have long lost all their limelight. For the sea people, strength is the most powerful force that speaks and is the focus of attention.
"Xiumi, this guy is really ruthless. It seems that he didn't play for real last time. Damn it, I don't want to be roasted alive. I don't have Andre's volcanic skin. Poseidon, please help me if I run into him!"
The tiger shark warrior, who is always known for his toughness and ferocity, is also a little overwhelmed. Rolandman still wants to hang on a little longer. This Caesar is simply a bottomless pit. The stronger the opponent, the more afraid he is. God knows what else he can do.
Prometheus was also a little helpless. Every time he saw this man, he would have a very different feeling. "I don't know who the next unlucky guy will be. Haven't you noticed that he likes to play tricks on people? He will use whatever you are good at to fight you."
"No way, could he know other magic?"
"At least he knows water magic, there's no doubt about that!"
"Ahem, ahem, it definitely won't be me next. If it's my turn, I'm going to castrate that bastard who's lining up!"
Prometheus stared at Roladman in a daze. "It's not that exaggerated. The outcome is still unknown. No matter how powerful he is, he can't imitate your bloodthirsty frenzy."
Roladman rolled his eyes. "I just rely on being handsome to seduce beautiful girls. If I fight him, I have no chance of winning. I'll be told later. Anyway, my old man gave me all the magic weapons. Now there is no chance of winning. I have to get a good ranking, otherwise I will be stewed like a shark fin feast!"
"Haha, luckily, my old man never thought highly of him. He couldn't even touch the magic weapon. When I saw how he treated Caesar, he wished he was his son."
Prometheus didn't know whether it was really lucky or falsely lucky, and his words were quite contradictory. No one wanted his father to always praise others, but Prometheus knew that his father was the most fair man, a real giant whale warrior, his idol. If he wanted to get his father's recognition, he had to defeat Caesar. Instead, he hoped to meet Caesar earlier to avoid wasting too much strength.
On the tattered arena, Caesar waited quietly for Andre to recover, and Andre finally calmed his breathing, took out a fiery red object from his pocket, put it to his mouth, and danced the flame fan in his hand wildly. Gradually, his body was changing, his tattered clothes were stretched out, and red flames like hair burst out of his body, and his size was also expanding.
What surprised Caesar was that the fire element, which had completely converted to him, actually had unusual movements. Andre on the opposite side had eaten something, and his body was undergoing strange changes.
Lao Jiao in the stands stood up suddenly and said, "This kid is crazy, those are fire demon eggs, how dare he eat them!"
As the owner of the largest library among the sea people, Lao Jiao's knowledge of strange and bizarre things is far broader than that of others.
"Fire demon? Isn't that a high-level sea demon that lives near volcanoes? I heard that they also live on fire, which is purer than the volcano tribe. Can that be eaten?"
"God knows. My library has a copy of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, which records the special abilities of some strange races. One of them mentions the transformation of the fire demon of the volcano tribe. Fire demons must be at least level nine to lay eggs. After eating these eggs, the strength of the volcano tribe will be greatly improved, but there are some side effects."
"What are the aftereffects?"
Lao Jiao looked up to the sky and turned around several times but still couldn't remember anything.
No one had any hope in him anymore, so Caesar allowed Andre to transform into a monster. His size had more than doubled, and his body had begun to become half solid and half fire elemental. He also extended long flaming claws, and seemed to be very good at hand-to-hand combat.
After transforming into a fire demon, Andre opened his eyes, swung his giant claws violently, and five flaming blades were drawn out. His body quickly pounced towards Caesar, with extremely terrifying jumping ability and the ability to freely manipulate fire.
However, Caesar was a little disappointed. This transformation could only turn him into a warrior who was good at fire magic... There was nothing new about it. He also wondered if there would be any ultimate killing magic... Of course, he was the only one who had such a perverted idea.
With a move of his right hand, whoosh, a flaming sword appeared. Caesar also leaped over and slashed down with the sword. The five flaming blades could not cause any harm to him at all. Instead, Andre moved sideways very agilely and swept over with a claw.
Caesar couldn't help but smile. He was actually playing with speed. Well, let him see what real speed is. Strength and speed have always been the basic fighting principles that Caesar admired the most.
In the eyes of everyone, Andre's giant claw hit Caesar swiftly... but the claw passed through the shadow, and Caesar appeared on Andre's left. The claw flew past again, but it was another phantom. At this moment, Caesar pulled out eight lifelike afterimages, and the real body had gone to the side, and only Andre was dancing in the air alone.
A gleam of brilliance flashed in Andre's eyes while he was dancing wildly, and suddenly a crack appeared on his forehead, as if an extra eye had appeared, which suddenly fixed Caesar's true form - the Eye of Truth.