Chapter 393 Mongrel (1/2)

Chapter 393 Mongrel

Sunny was standing on the floor of a vast oval arena It was covered by sand, which had long ago turned red from all the blood spilled between these ancient walls The merciless sun burned in the incandescent sky, and the smell of sweat, blood, and death assaulted his nostrils

'How realistic'

A little disturbed, Sunny looked around and saw tall ah above the blood-soaked arena Those were the spectator seats A croas cheering from thelee Both men and women were dressed in archaic robes that left their ar their features, they looked like a horde of lustful demons

Well… not all of theely clothed person could be seen, observing the fights with a less barbaric expression The people in archaic clothes were illusions, while the rest were actual observers

One didn't have to be connected to the Dreamscape to spectate the duels, but some quirky fans preferred to be there in person to achieve the feeling of maximum immersion

'Lunatics Those da…'

Even though Sunny wasn't poor any his head, he finally turned his attention to the arena itself

Obviously, this illusory environinal, but on the other hand, it was a classic More advanced drea from realistic to completely fantastical, but for this low-level one, the co Dreamscape chose a pretty basic narrative

It was an ancient coliseuht to entertain their masters, often to the death

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Sunny didn't like it one bit

The Colosseuer Hundreds upon hundreds of warriors roahts, so for an opponent

Out here in the Colosseuh skill to be considered the elite ah to enter the professional leagues Just what Sunny was looking for maybe Overall, while hters, at the end of the day, there were very few truethem

Real elites spilled blood in the Dream Realm, not in an illusion that had been conjured for the purpose of entertainment So the level of competency of these people re the Soul Serpent to assume the forreat sword on his shoulder and waited to be challenged Due to hisblack armor and fearsome mask, however, people seemed to be reluctant to approach

At least for a while

Soon, a young swordsraceful espadon resting on his shoulder With a smile, he looked at Sunny and said:

"Haven't seen you around before… Mongrel? Are you new to the Coliseum?"

Sunny tilted his head and studied the letters that appeared around the swordsman

"Paradise in Red"

"Victories: 157"

"Defeats: 103"

'Good enough'

Lowering the odachi, he answered in an even tone

"I was born in the Coliseum"

The swordsman smiled, then stepped forward

"Let me welcome you back, then"

The voice of the Dreaht:

"Paradise in Red has challenged Mongrel!"

They clashed on the bloodied sand, h their arround, and wrapped another one around the Autuood — he didn't want to be too strong, so that his opponents were not completely outmatched and could properly showcase their styles