Fake, It Was All Fake

As Lin Shen was thinking this, Dragon Hunter and the Mutated Red Soul Dragon appeared in the arena at the same time.

The Red Soul Dragon was crimson from head to toe, Crimson Light Flame blazing from its body. It looked incomparably majestic and tyrannical.

Its body was enormous. Dragon Hunter looked as tiny as an infant before it, as though they were not even in the same weight class.

"Ha ha, didn't expect this, did you? Your opponent isn't an Ascension Level Red Ghost Dragon, but a Nirvana Level Mutated Red Soul Dragon." Charles shouted excitedly. Although he knew the other party could not hear him, he still found it immensely satisfying.

He had even imagined the other party's face, filled with all sorts of complicated emotions—shock, terror, fear, regret, resentment, and venomous hatred.

"It's too late for regrets now. The stake is mine, and your pet has to die too." Charles shouted as he gave the Mutated Red Soul Dragon an order. "Mutated Red Soul Dragon... kill him... crush him into ashes..."

Although Charles knew he did not need to shout—one thought was enough for the Mutated Red Soul Dragon to receive his command—he still felt much better saying it aloud.

What a pity he could not see Dragon Hunter's owner's face, which was probably already steeped in utter remorse.

Charles waited for the Mutated Red Soul Dragon to slaughter Dragon Hunter. He had ordered it to use its full strength immediately, preferably killing Dragon Hunter in a single blow and never giving the other side a chance to surrender.

Charles gritted his teeth and roared, as though he were cheering the Mutated Red Soul Dragon on.

Yet his roaring had gone on for quite a while, and he was nearly out of breath, but the Mutated Red