The mage's answer was good news for Kalon, proving that his conjecture was not far off the mark.
Although he still had to face the terrifying mountain that was the Emperor, with the help of these neutral factions, his chances became much greater.
Perhaps Kalon could endure, relying on accumulated energy and the natural growth of his true Dragon body to successfully escape.
But some things, if kept for too long, won't become as mellow as old wine; they might just fade away, disappear.
If he got used to this life, Kalon might not change his will.
But those Young Dragons, once they bowed to habit, might truly become accustomed to kneeling.
This was something Kalon could not tolerate.
So Kalon was willing to be this nominal blade; he and the Dragon Clan would also become a sharp blade, to cut through the shackles on them.
Although the road ahead was still difficult, as long as they achieved a common goal, they would always find a suitable time; he would not drown in adversity.
Another day passed.
And the Red Dragon's first gladiatorial combat finally arrived.
Today's attendant did not feed the Red Dragon on time, perhaps to keep the Dragon Clan hungry, to stimulate its wildness and bestial nature.
The gladiatorial arena always catered to those seeking violence with the maximum degree of bloodshed and excitement.
When Kalon followed the trembling attendant out of the long tunnel and saw the light of day again, the atmosphere of the entire arena erupted into a climax.
Countless cheers, accompanied by ladies' undergarments falling and fluttering everywhere, made the Dragon Clan's sensitive ears and eyes tremble.
The Red Dragon walked into the arena with heavy steps.
At this time, although the Red Dragon had not received sufficient food for development as it did in the Dragon Territory, Kalon, being in the growth period of a Young Dragon, still reached a body length of over eight meters, approaching nine meters.
His somewhat gaunt body lacked its original fullness and grandeur, but it added a sense of ferocity.
And at this time, the Red Dragon's weight was already immeasurable; even the largest ordinary giant elephant on the prairie probably weighed less than a small fraction of the Dragon Clan's weight.
The sturdy muscles and tightly structured dragon bones gave the Red Dragon a fierce visual impact with every step he took.
His steady, powerful strides and relaxed posture instantly tensed the spirits of the two strong Ogres opposite him.
The Red Dragon, the most brutal of the True Dragon species, even if this was not a death match, if they couldn't defeat the large RedDragon opposite them, they would surely die.
The Two-Headed Ogres, four meters tall, had a sudden realization.
Although this Ogres did not possess the atavistic bloodline like Ogre Tyrant Morgor, it had already grown a second head, clearly stepping into the extraordinary realm.
Ordinary Two-Headed Ogres have the potential to become powerful Warlocks and possess stronger souls and mental power than ordinary people.
But this Ogre chose not to become a Warlock but a powerful warrior.
This also meant that it was more dangerous than an ordinary Ogre Warlock, because it not only possessed a strong body and excellent combat skills but could also cast some spells.
In its hand was a two-headed flail, a weapon only suitable for creatures with immense strength; even the current Red Dragon needed to be careful of it, as the Red Dragon's skin defense could not completely block the attacks of this terrifying weapon.
Although the other Ogres did not have the outstanding talent of the Two-Headed Ogre, it was clearly also a warrior whose Ogre bloodline had reached its peak.
Its height, no less than its companion's, and the dense scars on its strong body indicated that the Ogres in front of them was a battle-hardened warrior.
It used a long-handled warhammer and looked excitedly at the relaxed posture of the young Red Dragon.
Its rough, cloudy tongue couldn't help but lick its chapped lips; it craved the nourishment of dragon blood, as all gladiators do.
The two Ogress spread out, forming a pincer attack from the left and right, waiting for the impulsive young Red Dragon to charge proactively.
Then they could entangle the Red Dragon like wolves using their tactics, gradually wearing down the Red Dragon's combat power, and finally defeating this Dragon Clan.
But Kalon did not attack proactively; he merely released his Dragon Clan Might. The Young Dragon's Dragon Clan Might suppression was not strong, but the spreading Dragon Clan Might constantly oppressed and pulled at the minds of the two Ogres.
And the Red Dragon slowly paced around the two Ogres, like a large cat toying with mice. The newly formed auxiliary brain node clusters in his mind quietly operated at this moment.
The Ogres' movements and information in the face of Dragon Clan Might and the Dragon Clan's oppression were captured and analyzed one by one by the auxiliary brain node clusters, and Kalon's own movements were also collected by them.
Then the auxiliary brain node clusters began to combine the collected movement information of both sides, as well as facial expressions and other actions, to analyze and predict the dynamic situations that might occur in the next moment, and then adjusted the Red Dragon's attack posture based on this information.
These two Ogres became Kalon's test subjects, including Kalon himself.
"What is this Red Dragon doing? It should pounce and tear apart its prey like a beast." The audience in the stands, whose purpose was bloodshed and excitement, began to show dissatisfaction.
"What are the arena management officials doing? Did they feed this monster too much today? It has no desire to attack at all."
"Did we come here to see this? Damn it, give me my money back!"
"Kill these two filthy Ogres, Red Dragon, like a beast!"
The clamor from the stands and the pressure of the Dragon Clan's Dragon Clan Might gradually made the Ogres anxious, and the Red Dragon's playful posture also put them under immense pressure.
The two Ogres exchanged glances. The Two-Headed Ogre activated the magic power within its body, transforming it into a grey-yellow glow that fell, adding a layer of stone-like skin protection to the surface of both Ogres.
Another layer of blood-colored light fell, and the Ogres' bodies immediately grew slightly. Feeling the powerful force surging within them, their courage greatly increased. They stepped forward with their weapons, launching a proactive attack on the Dragon Clan.
The Two-Headed Ogre roared, swinging the long two-headed flail in its hand with a whistling sound, striking towards the Red Dragon's head. The iron spikes on the flail gleamed coldly.
The other Ogre roared and swung its long-handled warhammer, sweeping towards the Red Dragon's heavy lower body. The oval hammerhead carried immense power; this blow could easily flatten an iron shield, shatter a wooden shield, and even the most solid iron armor would be dented.
The auxiliary brain node clusters in Kalon's mind spun wildly, capturing the trajectories of the Ogres' weapon swings, then providing predictions and analyses.
Under the assistance and control of the Mind Overclocking state and the auxiliary brain node clusters, Kalon corrected his previous habit of spreading his wings before attacking.
His strong hind legs propelled his relatively slender forelegs to exert force, rapidly retreating two steps, then, while rearing up, he lowered his head and pressed his raised Dragon Clan claws together.
Whoosh, whoosh, two gusts of wind carrying immense power swept past the Dragon Clan's head and lower abdomen. His retracted forelegs rapidly sank, as if using a thousand-pound drop, heavily striking the ground, and even the solid ground was dented with two shallow pits.
Then, with his rapidly sinking forelegs firmly gripping the ground as a fulcrum, the normal Dragon, whose bone density was unimaginable, erupted with intense power, twisting his tough red Dragon body.
The entire rear part of his true Dragon body, with his long tail, lashed out, sweeping across the Ogres' bodies while the residual force of their weapon swings had not yet dissipated.
Thump, thump, two consecutive heavy blows. Even though the Red Dragon had restrained his strength, the two Ogres were still sent flying by the immense force, rolling several times on the ground, and the stone skin covering their entire bodies shattered and scattered.
Kalon's heavy foot stepped on the Ogre who had fallen to the ground. The Red Dragon looked down at the Ogre, his cold vertical pupils filled with ruthlessness and indifference, "Get up, continue to fight me! This is your only chance to survive."
The two Ogres roared, picked up their weapons from the ground, and charged forward, swinging their terrifying flails and warhammers at the Red Dragon.
But at this moment, the Red Dragon was like the most skilled warrior in the world. Without needing to activate Mind Overclocking, his massive body could display unparalleled flexibility and agility. The whistling warhammers and flails were like toys in front of him, easily dodged.
The two Ogres were like puppets on strings, gradually only knowing how to numbly swing their weapons, blindly venting their strength.
Finally, the two Ogres, whose stamina was countless times greater than humans, could no longer bear the strain. Panting, they threw down their weapons and sat down on the ground.
"I... we surrender!" Their rapid gasps were like a broken bellows. The two Ogres were exhausted and knelt before the Red Dragon; they had struggled as much as the Red Dragon wished.
Kalon lowered his head, his indifferent vertical pupils looking down at the Ogres, then mercilessly crushed the hard skulls of the powerless Ogres, "Useless things!"