As a dragon of the sub-dragon species, the Queen of Pink Street was originally just a humble mercenary.
Unexpectedly, by chance, she became the queen of the pink street in a certain city.
When the deserted city opened, she came over as soon as possible and built a place similar to Pink Street, specializing in foot washing and massage, abandoning the previous skin and flesh business.
She is living a very comfortable life now, but everyone still calls her the Queen of Pink Street, as she is used to it.
However, one of the reasons why she became the Queen of Pink Street in the first place was simply because she joined the Scarlet Wilderness.
Because the sub-dragon bloodline in her body comes from an earth dragon, and the source of the earth dragon's bloodline is actually an earth dragon that was born to the grandfather of a maid under the command of the Five-Colored Dragon Mother and her lover when she was a princess!
So, the Queen of Pink Street happens to know some ancient secrets.
For example, when the five-color dragon mother achieved the black and white body of the royal species in the dragon clan at the fifteenth level, she not only had the body of a black dragon, but also possessed the magic power of a white dragon.
This is nothing.
When the five-color dragon mother reached the eighteenth epic level, she directly became a five-color dragon body of black, white, red, green, and blue. This is unprecedented in the history of the dragon clan. Magic of the same level and below is completely ineffective against it.
The law does not invade.
The five-color dragon mother's physical strength allowed her to capture Emperor Wumian alive.
What is even more shocking is that after the Five-Colored Dragon Mother became a legend, she created a meditation method. The idea came from her five-color dragon body, which she called the "Five-Colored Furnace Meditation Method".
This meditation method is used to temper the physical body and allow the physical body to grow in the process.
Back then, the Five-Colored Dragon Mother also asked her relatives, including the maids, to try, but unfortunately no one succeeded.
But the Queen of Pink Street knew that the Spartan's aura and the light in his eyes were signs of successful use of the Five-Color Furnace Meditation Method.
This Sparta knows the exclusive meditation method of the Five-Colored Dragon Mother!
The Queen of Pink Street has shock in her eyes.
This meditation method has long since become extinct, and only those like them, who have passed down the secrets from generation to generation, know these things.
Now, there are only a few people who can privately teach others the Five-Color Melting Pot Meditation Method. If you think about it further...
The Queen of Pink Street's eyes narrowed.
That existence is boring, so why not come to your own arena to compete...
Thinking of this, the Queen of Pink Street forcibly suppressed her excitement, emotion, impulsiveness, etc., and slapped away the valet behind her and the two bodyguards beside her: "You guys sit far away."
Then she tried her best to show a gentle, graceful and noble look, with a face that was three parts shy, three parts reserved and four parts excited, and looked down at Sparta who had just finished the battle.
If he looks over later, he must not be embarrassed!
The Queen of Pink Street thought carefully in her heart, but the more she thought about it, the more confused she became. She just felt that she shouldn't wear this outfit today, she shouldn't bring a bodyguard, she shouldn't wear heavy makeup... there are too many things that shouldn't be done!
Such a stalwart person must not like people from Pink Street, right?
But what if you are a person with a pure heart?
But... am I pure in heart?
The Queen of Pink Street became more and more confused as she thought about it, her face became redder and redder, and finally she couldn't help biting her lower lip: "Ouch~"
bodyguard:"?"
butler:"?"
Thatcher: "?"
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After the game, the Queen of Pink Street restrained her desire to compete with Thatcher.
She knew that that person couldn't be snatched away. It was impossible for him to become her subordinate.
She might not even be qualified to be his subordinate.
Thatcher didn't know, so she didn't have this idea.
Of course, you still have to watch the game.
As expected, when the adult came here, he did not rest for a moment, but continued to fight.
Therefore, they could continue to watch.
No matter it's an Elephant Man or a Fairy Queen, a Conifer Tribe or a Frost Wolf, or a human being.
All were defeated at the hands of "Sparta".
Between that push and pull, there seems to be a new law circulating.
Every day new spectators discovered Sparta and went to watch Spartan gladiators.
It's a pity that Sparta leaves after every day and no one has found him.
It wasn't until a few days later that Sparta ushered in its tenth gladiatorial match.
If he wins the tenth game, it will be his tenth consecutive victory!
Ten consecutive victories is the basis for a hundred consecutive victories!
A hundred consecutive victories is the mark of a gladiator master!
For ten consecutive victories, the gladiator arena will also award junior gladiator badges. In addition to badges, there are even monetary rewards.
That’s not all.
By then, countless advertisers may come to Dahuang City, or even the entire Nasunge.
In addition to advertisers, there may also be noble ladies, ladies, and even noble lords themselves.
Therefore, this battle is crucial!
This is the first step on the road to becoming a master!
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"Viewers, I am [Host] Thomas. Today we once again welcome two gladiator warriors who have won nine consecutive victories in the arena! They will compete here to create new junior gladiators!"
The host's voice was full of passion, and the stadium also responded with bursts of cheers.
"Sparta! Sparta! Sparta!"
"Athena! Athena! Athena!"
On the field, the voices of the audience became louder and louder.
Different from the first game, this kind of battle where nine consecutive victories were promoted to ten consecutive victories, the audience was packed.
Men and women, people and beasts were all in the audience, roaring at the top of their lungs and trying their best to vent their enthusiasm.
Others were waving their betting tickets and shouting frantically about who they would bet on.
Crazy sounds echoed throughout the arena.
And amidst this cheering, two gladiators entered the scene.
One side is Sparta, which has been very popular recently.
I saw Sparta wearing loose and comfortable silk clothes, standing quietly with his eyes closed, looking exactly the same as the muscular male gladiator with his eight-pack abs exposed, and seemed out of place.
And on the other side, is an Amakite catwoman.
Amakate is a jungle in the Holy Life Alliance. There are many tribes in it, including several mixed tribes, which are inhabited by tiger-men of superior life to ant servants of slave life. Generally speaking, they are all cats.
The cat people are one of the most powerful races in the Amakite jungle, known for their flexibility and the poison smeared in their cat claws.
Judging from Sparta's previous battles, the force bombardment of large-scale and large-scale attacks is too cumbersome and may be restrained.
This agile and light gladiator may be able to restrain him.
The same is true for this female cat person. Pure power cannot cause harm to her unless it is strong enough.
"Are you the human Spartan? You are such a weak bamboo pole..." Catwoman has a frivolous figure and looks like a coquettish bitch when she walks. The two furry lumps of flesh on the cat's chest tremble.
"Sparta"'s eyes also trembled twice, then he recovered and smiled: "Catwoman Athena? You look like a messy woman, right?"
