In the arena, Dirtclaw suddenly let out a deafening roar.
"I won't accept this!"
Already engulfed in flames, Dirtclaw's eyes were bleeding profusely as he broke through the darkness caused by the fire.
With a sharp screech, Dirtclaw plunged his long sword into the side of the Fire-scaled Beast, slicing a deep wound that exposed the bone.
The battle, however, did not stop there.
The Fire-scaled Beast, in pain, roared and turned its body to charge at Dirtclaw once more.
At this point, Dirtclaw was completely consumed by flames, and blood mist continuously emanated from his body.
The blood mist, burned by the flames, hissed and emitted a foul smell.
Yet, Dirtclaw seemed to feel nothing—no pain, no cries.
With blood-red eyes, he gripped his long sword, and his bloodline power surged as he charged again.
With a thundering crash, the blood mist on his sword ignited, causing the blade to heat up and slowly turn red from the fire.
Boom!
