The Prince of Asgard
12 twin-headed Ogre

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" Let's get a stamp and record the first match tomorrow morning." The person in charge of the arena glanced at Caesar. After recording his identity, he did not say anything else.

There would be people participating in bloody battles every day, and they were already used to seeing life and death!

"Yo, a new face?" The person in charge of the arena was already numb, but the others in the arena were still in the mood to laugh.

They needed to relax.

"You just arrived in Saka? Could it be that he still wanted to go out? You want to be the champion?"

A warrior with a face full of scars but a strong body mocked.

"Haha, maybe he just wants to earn a lot of money!”

After every victory in a bloody battle, one could obtain a large amount of rewards.

"Do you want to earn it with your life? Haha!"

The warriors burst into laughter.

Until a warrior with a broken arm said indifferently,""Which one of us isn't risking our lives?"

The cheerful atmosphere immediately turned silent.

Arena combat was generally divided into two types, ordinary combat and bloody combat.

It was fine as long as the winner was determined in a normal fight, but it was common for limbs to be severed or for people to die occasionally!

As for bloody battles, it meant that only one person could survive.

If he survived to the end, he would be the champion.

The level 3 sun shen power allowed Caesar to win easily in the Blood Battlefield.

Soon, they had nine consecutive victories. As long as they finished the tenth match tomorrow, they could challenge the champion.

" Your Majesty, the opponent tomorrow is not easy to deal with. Please be careful," Valena said to Caesar while drinking the wine that she could not afford before.

Valena made a lot of money from the gambling.

"Oh, could it be that in this arena, other than the Desert Death God, there is someone else who can threaten me?”

Caesar asked doubtfully.

Other than Grandmasters, the number of people in Saka who had the strength of a Rank-3 expert could be counted on one hand.

"Maybe. That's a Two-Headed Ogre. He's very strong. He probably just came to Saka and wants to leave this place!”

Valina said seriously.

She had carefully studied every opponent of Caesar. She was willing to give up everything for Caesar. Of course, she would pay attention to Caesar's safety.

"Twin-headed Ogre?" Caesar looked at the Champion Building built by the Tiffany Corporation. There, thirteen heads were arranged from low to high.

For every champion, the Champion Building would be added to a new floor. At the same time, the champion's head would be engraved on it. The image of the Desert Death God, the sheep-headed demon, was currently standing at the top.

"I remember that there will be an additional portrait of a Two-Headed Ogre there in the future. Could it be him?”

Caesar picked up his glass and took a sip. He said to Valena,""Alright, don't worry. You should know that we're the god race. Moreover, I'm the Sun God!”

As a god with level three sun shen power, those who could defeat Caesar were universe overlords.

And universe overlords didn't need to participate in the bloody battles.

The next day, the bloody battle was held as scheduled.

Valena sat quietly in the audience after spending all her money on Caesar's victory.

"Ogres! Ogres! Ogres!"

A large number of spectators were cheering for the Ogres.

Only the scattered audience was shouting for the Sun God.

The five-meter-tall Ogre, with a muscular body and armor, held a two-meter-long mace that weighed several tons. It looked very powerful.

As for Caesar, he was only about two meters tall. In the previous nine bloody battles, he did not have any exaggerated performance.

In comparison, the number of viewers supporting the Ogres was naturally much higher than Caesar.

"Break his bones,"

"Tear him apart,"

"Eat it, eat it!"

The Ogres and Caesar had already entered the arena.

The Ogre supporters began to boil.

"Do you want to stab me to death with your toothpick?”the Ogre said.

Caesar casually took a one-handed sword and did not hold a shield. The shield provided by the arena was useless against the spiked club that weighed several tons.

And that one-handed sword, in the eyes of the ogre, was probably just like a toothpick?

"I want to eat you! " Little guy, you're delicious." The Ogre waved his spiked club and started to provoke him, but he was not in a hurry to attack.

As a Protoss, Caesar's flesh and blood indeed contained powerful energy.

"Big guy, you are very strong."

Caesar circled around the ogre, carefully observing any possible weaknesses.

? He did feel threatened by the Ogre, who had the power of a Rank Three Divine Power.

"Hurry up!"

"Smash him, smash him!"

The Ogre and Caesar both felt threatened and slowly confronted each other, but the audience could not wait.

"Today is really rare. There are actually two good seeds. Hehe, maybe one of them can become the new champion..."

The grandmaster sat on the high platform and watched the confrontation between Caesar and the ogre in the arena happily.

"Coward, coward,"

"Go, ogre!"

"Go on, tear him apart!"

The audience became more and more anxious.

"No, I have to rush them. I can't let the audience wait anxiously! Let the show begin!"

The Grandmaster took out a controller and pressed it. A small device on the Ogre's neck emitted a weak current.

The Ogre shivered slightly, knowing that the Grandmaster could not wait any longer.

He was an outcast because he accidentally ate many relatives and friends after getting drunk at the banquet.

Then, he was exiled here by his race.

From the very beginning, he had become a slave warrior of a Grandmaster.

"Roar!" The Twin-headed Ogre no longer observed carefully and roared at the sky.

He took a step forward and rushed towards Caesar.

Thump, thump, thump. The heavy footsteps brought by the huge body made the entire arena tremble.

The battle had begun!

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