The merchant noticed Ron's interest in the gladiator event, and his smile grew even more ingratiating as his thick palms unconsciously rubbed together.
"Since you intend to participate in the gladiator event, choosing a high-quality combat slave is crucial."
He said, hinting, "We have a batch of premium embryos in the backyard meant for distinguished guests like yourself. Why not let me take you to see them?"
Ron nodded slightly, following the merchant with a calm expression, but he already felt a sense of wariness towards this merchant who spoke so indiscriminately.
Through the merchant's earlier introduction and his own observations, Ron had already realized a crucial issue:
These so-called "high tier combat slaves" are mostly hastily made products, forcibly crafted through crude bloodline modulation and spiritual control.
They may erupt with tremendous combat power in the short term, but without exception, they have fatal flaws:
