Kalon stretched his body, his massive frame swaying and twisting in circles within the cell, appearing extremely uncoordinated, occasionally even spraining his ankle due to uneven weight distribution.
Fortunately, the True Dragon's excellent physical constitution prevented him from injury; otherwise, Kalon might have become the first True Dragon in this world to sprain his ankle while walking.
Kalon was attempting to actively use the newly formed sub-brain nodes to control his body, but currently, the nascent sub-brain nodes were insufficient to bear such a heavy responsibility; he tried for a long time and then decisively abandoned the idea, recognizing that he could not rush things at the moment.
Today, Kalon still did not make an appearance, but he heard enthusiastic cheers and clamor occasionally coming from the upper ground level, with the word 'True Dragon' sometimes discernible.
Unfortunately, the entire gladiatorial arena's ground and the two lower levels were isolated from his perception by magic arrays, so he didn't know which Young Dragons had appeared.
The prison cells of the arena were arranged in a ring around the entire arena, so his vision couldn't observe information about the other Young Dragons, but he wasn't particularly worried about the Young Dragons.
The first gladiator match should not pit any Young Dragons against any exceptionally powerful opponents; these Young Dragons should now be the arena's cash cow and signboard, and those in charge would not be so short-sighted.
Moreover, even though these Young Dragons are still in their infancy, they are True Dragons that stand above most creatures in the world; if you are not an extraordinary warrior or an extraordinary magical beast, do not approach, and do not even think about challenging a Young Dragon one-on-one.
"Hoo, True Dragon, kill them, crush them!" A man stood up and shouted, and the crowd, who enjoyed excitement and passion, also shouted along, the atmosphere in the arena's high stands grew boisterous, gradually reaching a climax.
"What a beautiful beast, hey, tear these gladiators to shreds, then eat them bite by bite, and I will reward you with a gold coin." An old man in a noble-style robe, with arrogance on his face, ostentatiously held a delicate gold coin in his hand and tossed it high, letting it fall to the edge of the arena's circular wall.
The women also cheered, throwing down their scarves and garlands, fueling the atmosphere of the entire venue; some bold and unrestrained women even lifted their clothes, untied their underwear, and waved it in their hands; these people craved bloody stimulation, and under the secretion of adrenaline, they were already in a state of madness.
Crimson scales, a five-meter-long body, and wings that could extend to ten meters when spread—this was Klenaya, the stubborn little female True Dragon.
Klenaya listened to the roaring cheers and clamor from the entire arena, and her dragon bloodgradually heated up; she longed to spread her wings and fly high, transforming her latent fury into her Dragonfire to turn everyone into ashes, letting them die in agonizing wails.
But the dozens of powerful warriors on the stands emitting extraordinary power fluctuations and the magic shield enveloping the arena's dome, radiating strong magical energy, kept her rational.
She could suddenly erupt and kill many humans who came to the arena seeking thrills before being subdued again. But who cared? Those high and mighty aristocrats didn't care, these also True Dragon didn't care about these people, and even these people themselves didn't care.
avan as Rational as Klenaya was, however,she has developed a strong sense of disgust; she began to detest her own weakness, detesting that her life was controlled by others, like a fish on a chopping board.
She detested that she could only watch Kalon stand alone in front of the Dragon Clan, while she was powerless, detesting that she and the Dragon Clan had become a burden to Kalon.
From the moment Klenaya's consciousness was born from the eggshell, she had always been observing Kalon; he was her sibling, but Kalon's consciousness awakened later than hers, so Kalon should be her younger brother.
Every time Klenaya tried to communicate with Kalon through consciousness, she received no feedback; she even thought her sibling would turn into an inferior, unintelligent beast or a stillborn.
But this fool, who never responded to her, hatched before her, and the female True Dragon who should have been the elder sister became the younger sister, so the very competitive little female True Dragon challenged Kalon's status.
She failed, but she did not give up; she still hoped that one day she could catch up to Kalon's footsteps, defeat him, make Kalon willingly submit to her, and retract that foolish 'little sister' remark.
But as time went on, this goal seemed to become increasingly distant, until now, she had become so weak that she was Kalon's trailing leg.
Distant, perhaps? Klenaya's cold vertical pupils stared straight ahead; five elite gladiators in iron armor, holding spears and shields, advanced in lockstep, striking their shields as they surrounded her, and her gradually heating dragon blood urged her to unleash destructive flames.
But Klenaya suppressed the Dragonfire; this Dragonfire were deeply hidden within her Evil Dragon Blood, so the Red Dragon spread her wings, baring her ferocious fangs, and pounced towards these gladiators.
The repeatedly compacted ground was swept by the howling wind, raising a sky full of dust, and the crimson Young Dragon, with eyes burning like flames, emerged from the swirling dust, like a monster suddenly appearing from a thick mist.
The gladiator directly in front shouted, lowered his waist, raised his shield, and aimed his spear at the charging Red Dragon.
Bang, the sharp claws, imbued with the Red Dragon's fury, struck the tough wooden shield reinforced with iron, sending the entire shield and the gladiator behind it flying; the shield, spinning in mid-air, was pierced by five large holes, almost splitting into pieces.
As for the gladiator, blood had already overflowed from his face during the flight, and the blood spewing from his mouth was like a gushing faucet; he fell far to the ground and lay motionless.
And the gladiator's achievement was merely leaving an insignificant scratch on the Red Dragon's body with his spear.
The entire arena instantly erupted, but Klenaya paid no mind; her momentum was unstoppable, and her running body lowered its head, directly ramming into another gladiator's shield.
Her hard head shattered the shield, and her hard, sharp Dragon Clan horns lifted the gladiator high; blood flowed down the Dragon Clan horns, mixing with dragon blood from new wounds, dripping down.
Roar, the pain from her back made Klenaya roar loudly; several spears were seized upon by the gladiators who had taken the opportunity to surround her and were thrust into the Red Dragon's back, but the gladiators, horrified by the rapid deaths of their comrades and eager to attack, also exposed fatal weaknesses.
Klenaya's long tail swung, sweeping with a rushing wind sound across the lower bodies of the surrounding gladiators; the force, like a siege ram, instantly shattered these gladiators' legs.
Ah, ah, ah,
Piteous wails of pain; the gladiators helplessly clutched their collapsed and shattered lower legs, rolling and howling on the ground; even the fear of death could not dispel the pain of that instant.
Klenaya flung the gladiator's corpse from her Dragon horns, approached step by step, and then, with a satisfied expression, listened to the wails of the remaining gladiators while crushing their heads with her Dragon Clan claws.
At this moment, the cheers in the arena reached their peak; the fervent clamor seemed to even penetrate the magic array of the dome, spreading far and wide.
"Look, these are those beautiful and mighty True Dragon, savage and bloody monsters!"
The men cheered wildly, and the women moaned, their faces flushed, as if reaching the climax of their lives at this moment.
But Klenaya merely looked quietly at her claws, stained with turbid white brain matter; she lowered her head, sniffed, and then calmly licked them clean.
From today on, she would treat herself as the sharpest weapon; she, Klenaya, would follow Kalon's footsteps, break through the shackles binding the True Dragon, for freedom, for the Dragon Clan, let herself become even stronger!
She felt the boiling Evil Dragon Blood, somewhat satisfied, and roared to the sky; the spreading Dragon Clan might and soaring Dragon Clan roar suppressed the clamor of the entire arena, and Klenaya roared: "Come, come, blood has not yet satisfied me, I crave battle!"