Vincent looked at Irene in surprise. At the same time, he heard waves of surprised shouts coming from the arena. He could not help but ask, "What's the situation? You don't need me to fight today?"

Irene did not answer him. Instead, she continued to say, "Don't bother! Take me out of here immediately. Now is a good opportunity!"

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Vincent walked out of the room and looked around. He realized there was not a single manager in the corridor. It was just as Irene had said. It was a good opportunity for them to leave.

However, Vincent, who was used to danger, was unusually calm. He turned around and sat Irene down on his bed. He asked in a deep voice, "It looks like you just cried. Please tell me what happened just now. I need to determine whether the two of us can leave successfully!"

Irene took a deep breath and slowly explained. She described what had happened, but she did not watch the first match, nor did she see Jackson's slave. She only wanted Vincent to take her away from the world that had disappointed her greatly.

Vincent shook his head and said, "No! I can't take you away now!"

Irene asked, "Why? Haven't you always wanted to leave this place?"

Vincent said, "From your description, it seems like the Lingluo Race's Jackson is the Lord of Ultimate Evil's sworn enemy. As his enemy had shown up out of the blue, it is likely for the Ultimate Evil Lord to make all kinds of preparations. Although there is no sign of the managers in the corridor, all the managers must have been transferred to various places in the city to monitor everything that is happening here! If we leave now, we'll be walking into a trap. If I'm alone, I might be able to give it my all. But if I bring you with me, it'll be hard for both of us to leave alive!"

After listening to Vincent's explanation, Irene could not help but sigh in despair. She said sorrowfully, "I've always treated him as my father, but I didn't expect that in his eyes, I'm just a bargaining chip that can be used to reap huge profits! What's the point of me staying here? No matter what the outcome of today's bet is, it's the same for me!"

Vincent squatted down. He looked at Irene and comforted her. He said, "He and you are not of the same race, how can there be any father-daughter relationship? You can only have friends here. I am your friend!"

"Friend?"

Irene raised her head to look at Vincent and said softly, "But if he loses today, I will be taken back to the Lingluo Race as a bargaining chip. Even if you have the chance to escape in the future, what can I do?"

Vincent lowered his head and pondered for a moment. He then smiled and said, "Since there are no managers in the corridors, then you can take this opportunity to take me to the arena to have a look! By the way, tell me about the grudge between the Ultimate Evil Lord and the Lingluo Race. Maybe I can think of a way to carry out my plan in advance!"

At this time, Irene was filled with trust in Vincent. She nodded and said to him, "Alright!"

The two of them hit it off. Under Irene's lead, Vincent followed her through the long corridor, bypassing the entrance of the arena. They looked quietly into the arena through a small window beside the arena.

It had been some time since the tragic death of the Ghost Emperor. The second participant was preparing to enter the arena. The competition had yet to begin so Irene took the opportunity to explain the relationship between the Ultimate Evil Lord and the Lingluo Race to Vincent.

"The Lingluo Race is a high-level race among the 10,000 races in the Black Hole. They have a special ability, and that is to be able to modify rules to a certain extent, under any circumstances! The Lingluo Race calls their ability the 'modification authority'. In fact, that was what they had used to bet on. They had sealed five worlds through their modification authority ability!"

"The Ultimate Evil Race is also a high-level race within the Black Hole. The evil lord had known Jackson for a long time. As it had been a long time, the two of them had forgotten why they had become sworn enemies. As such, they made up rumors among the high-level races to smear each other, and from time to time, they would get together to compete with each other. However, the evil lord had always lost more than he won. And this time, he also knows that he is at a disadvantage. Jackson isn't a fool. There's no reason for him to take the initiative to deliver the five worlds to us!"

Vincent listened to Irene's explanation. At the same time, he saw the terrifyingly shaped stitched monster in the arena. He sighed, "It seems that Jackson has also used the modification authority on this so-called monster slave. It's impossible for him to show signs of psionic power. As he is an unconventional life form, the source of his power must be the materials that were stitched together in his body!"

Irene suddenly understood. She said, "You mean to say that the terrifying monster indeed does not have a level, but his arm or his torso can be the remains of some level 70 or level 80 creature. He will then have the ability to destroy low-level creatures!"

Vincent nodded and said, "I think that should be the case!"

Irene fell into silence. This was because she knew that if what Vincent said was true, then the evil lord was definitely going to lose.

At that moment, the second contestant walked into the arena.

Unlike the other contestants that Vincent had seen, the contestant had his feet on the ground. His entire body was covered in scales and he had a pair of large wings on his back. His entire body was fiery red, and he looked like a monster. However, his actions and his gaze indicated that he possessed high-level intelligence. He was clearly not a low-level creature!

Irene saw Vincent's curious gaze. She immediately said, "He is from the Dragon Race. He is a true dragon! The Dragon Race is one of the noblest races in the Black Hole. However, his situation is a little special. He was born with strength that was far lower than the other races. Therefore, he was ostracized by the Dragon Race and fell into the Black Hole. In the end, he was surrounded by a large number of scavengers. He was then captured alive and sent to the capital of Ultimate Evil. At that time, he even achieved the highest transaction record in the history of the capital of Ultimate Evil. He hasn't broken it even until now!"

"Is the Dragon Race very powerful?" sighed Vincent silently.

Irene nodded and said, "Very powerful! Even the weakest dragon is invincible in the Arena of Life and Death! According to the rumors, although he only has the strength of a level 29 creature, he has enough strength to tear a level 35 creature apart!"

Vincent nodded and said, "It seems that the outcome of this match is still hard to predict! Even if that monster is made using the limbs of a high-level creature, it will definitely not be able to replicate all of its strength perfectly. Since Jackson requires a creature below level 30 to be his opponent, this means that the monster's endurance limit is definitely above level 30, but it will definitely not reach level 40! Maybe the dragon can create a miracle!"

Irene was filled with anticipation.

Although she was extremely disappointed with the Ultimate Evil Lord, she did not want to lose to the Lingluo Race.

In the arena, the head of the stitched monster had been activated. After seeing the dragon enter the arena, it changed its battle stance and chose to attack. Its slightly bent legs suddenly straightened. Its entire body was like a cannonball. It shot towards the dragon!

"Good timing!"

The dragon roared towards the sky and headed straight towards the stitched monster that was charging at him.

A dragon's body strength had always been the pride of the Dragon Race. When he saw the other party taking the initiative to approach him, the dragon naturally had no reason to be afraid. However, when his two dragon claws grabbed onto the other party's two arms tightly, the dragon's expression suddenly changed drastically!

This was because he realized that their strength was almost the same. His two dragon claws were actually caught. He could not pull them out.

However, other than the two arms that were being controlled by the dragon, the monster still had its other six arms.

"Roar!"

A shrill and brutal roar sounded. The stitched monster used its other six arms to attack the dragon's body.

Scales, blood, and minced meat splattered all over the sky and dyed the arena red.

Before the dragon could even cry out in pain, the stitched monster stretched out its arm and grabbed his chin tightly. It then tore the dragon apart.

Just as the dragon's blood splattered on the stitched monster's body, its second head was also activated, and its eyes shone with a bloodthirsty light!

The dragon was torn into pieces. The stitched monster's second head soon took over the control of the body, and different elemental powers gathered within his eight arms.

Ice, fire, lightning, death ray, and others elements were instantly condensed into elemental cannons by the monster. It then blasted the broken limbs on the ground into powder. The remains of the dragon disappeared completely.

At that moment, the arena was dead silent. All the spectators looked at the terrifyingly powerful stitched monster. Only fear remained in their hearts!

Soon, Jackson's arrogant laughter was heard from the top floor.

"Hahaha, you've seen the power of this slave of mine! To tell you the truth, he is my proudest work yet. His name is General Hell. The three heads represent his three attack methods. No creature below level 30 can defeat him, not even the dragons! If you don't believe me, you can continue to try, but I don't think you have the guts anymore!"

As Jackson's voice fell, the Ultimate Evil Lord's bitter and unwilling voice rang out.

"Who has the confidence to destroy this monster? If you succeed, I will definitely reward you. I won't go back on my word!"

However, no one dared to reply to him.

The Ultimate Evil Lord had no choice but to helplessly say, "Let the next contestant go on stage!"

However, when the entrance door opened again, no one walked out.

The host said awkwardly, "Uh... the remaining contestants, they have seen the strength of General Hell. They would rather die than go on stage. We have no more contestants left!"

Just as all the spectators and citizens of the capital of Ultimate Evil were feeling awkward, Vincent, who was standing on the sidelines, suddenly shouted, "I'll do it! Since there's such a powerful opponent, how can I miss it?"