Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 23 Destroying the Strong

"Keep winning?"

On the second day, yellow sand swirled in the arena.

Xin Zang rolled to the side, barely dodging the attack of a demonic wolf.

Last night, the words of the gods still echoed in his mind, which inevitably distracted him somewhat.

A foul stench wafted by, and another wolf seized the opportunity to bite his forearm from the side.

The sharp teeth pierced the flesh, and the excruciating pain pulled me back to reality.

The fire of the heart arose at will, and the scorching, extraordinary flames scorched the wolf's mouth, forcing the beast to whimper and release its grip.

High up in the stands, the host, draped in a red robe, was emitting grating laughter.

"Look at the sinner in the audience! He hasn't recovered from his near-death experience yesterday. It seems good fortune won't always be on his side, and the evil spirit he worships dares not cast any spells in the Holy City."

Laughter erupted from the surrounding audience seats.

Xin Zang wiped the blood from his forearm, his face grim.

Five dark blue-green demon wolves were circling around him.

In terms of individual life force, they are much weaker than yesterday's Gomo lizards, making it difficult to determine whether they are mortals or extraordinary beings.

But they are wolves, and they know how to cooperate.

Whenever Xinzang tries to burst out and concentrate his strength to kill one of them, the others will rush out from his blind spot, harassing his back and lower body, forcing him to abandon the attack and switch to defense.

He spent the entire night observing forging in the blacksmith's shop. Although the runes on his wrists dispelled his physical fatigue, the long hours of study still left him feeling mentally disoriented.

He gave a bitter laugh, and once again raised his inner fire, scaring away the wolf pack that was trying to shrink back.

My Lord God, the trials you have sent down are truly merciless.

Xin Zang temporarily forced back the snarling, growling alpha wolf, his chest heaving violently.

However, he is not without his advantages.

Yesterday's brush with death made him understand the blessing bestowed upon him by the gods. As long as he won the battle, the gods would bestow their grace and heal all his injuries.

Therefore, he doesn't need to worry too much, he doesn't need to be afraid of getting hurt, and he doesn't need to worry about getting infected.

As long as they are not killed on the spot.

His biggest trump card is trading injury for kill and blood for blood.

Xin Cang suppressed the fire in his palm.

He deliberately let his bleeding arm hang down, straightened his back, and exposed the gap between his neck and chest.

He was waiting for the opportunity to pounce on the wolves.

The wolf pack also waits for an opportunity; they wait for their prey to bleed to the point of weakness before delivering the final blow.

After a stalemate, it was the beast's patience that finally ran out.

Unable to suppress its bloodlust, a wolf pounced from behind Xin Zang and bit his deliberately exposed shoulder.

Blood splattered.

Xin Zang grabbed the wolf's neck with his backhand.

Using the momentum of the wolf's attack, he exerted force and slammed the several-hundred-pound beast over his shoulder onto the sand in front of him.

Before the demon wolf could struggle to its feet, Xin Zang's hand was already on its skull.

[Heart Fire] Backflow.

The extraordinary flames burned through its skull, and the first demon wolf died instantly.

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands.

Witnessing their companion being killed in an instant, the remaining four demonic wolves, who had been eager to fight, were also intimidated by the flames, and retreated with their tails between their legs, their formation in complete disarray.

This created an opening, making it easier for Xinzang to press his advantage.

"Make them feel fear for you."

Liang Jiu, who was at the highest point of the stands, withdrew his gaze.

There's no point in watching this deadly battle anymore.

Pride often leads to defeat, but desperation does not guarantee victory; defeat is contagious.

No matter the scale of the battle, once fear arises and one considers retreating, destruction is far away.

Compared to this battle of trapped beasts with no suspense, the strange noise coming from the edge of his consciousness and the city gate caught his attention more.

He moved slightly.

The next moment, Liang Jiu was already standing on the majestic city gate tower.

Below, on the ancient sandy road, a foreign army of several dozen people rode tall land birds and arrogantly stepped into the city gate.

They are also kobolds.

But compared to the dog-headed men in the city who wore neat robes and were equipped with iron tools.

The troops were dressed in a very primitive manner. They were wrapped in rough animal skins and carried simple wooden spears and slings, making them stand out from the local monks who were leading the way.

But Liang Jiu's attention was drawn to their noticeably thicker bodies and the faintly visible dark red scales on their surfaces.

An information panel appears:

"Kobold"

Rank: Transcendent Tier 1

Characteristic: Dragon Blood

"Faith: Sun Lang"

"Introduction: Born from a group of atavistic individuals, they are more closely related to dragons than to their own kind. Dragon blood has given them stronger bodies and superior magical talent."

Sun Lang?

Although I don't know who it is.

But since he's here, he must be one of the boys who entered this godless realm at the same time as him.

No wonder she was so arrogant before entering the divine realm, daring to show him her divine transformation.

Able to subdue a kobold, who is of mortal race

To cultivate a dragon blood branch of the extraordinary first tier, both strength and luck are indispensable.

Liang Jiu looked down at the two groups of kobolds walking side by side below.

On one side are outsiders with dragon blood, and on the other side are local natives who have mastered the civilization system.

It seems that his companion acted even faster than he had anticipated.

Having passed the initial exploration phase, and relying on the fact that their own retinue was also kobolds, they reached an alliance with the local retinue.

For Liang Jiu, this was neither good nor bad news.

In terms of both numbers and cultural heritage, Sun Lang's dragon blood relatives are vastly inferior to the local forces.

In this so-called alliance, the local kobold leaders must be the ones who truly hold the dominant position.

If Sun Lang wanted to use the indigenous people's knives to wipe out the families of his two rivals, the substantial help he could get would be limited, and he would even be subject to their control at every turn.

More importantly, the enemy was in the open while we were in the dark.

The species and extraordinary characteristics of the enemy's relatives have been exposed, but the species characteristics of Liang Jiu's relatives come from the Evolution Hunter, which is information that others cannot obtain through divine power, and will surely catch them off guard.

Liang Jiu had ample time to deduce the next move in the game.

Whether it's seeking opportunities to sow discord or mobilizing the Fire Clan forces in the wilderness to launch a surprise attack and frame someone, he firmly holds all the initiative in his hands.

Beneath the city gate, the strange procession was slowly entering.

The dragonblood kobold rode a tall land bird, enjoying the welcome of his kind, his expression arrogant and haughty.

But the local monks, though outwardly obsequious and bowing, instinctively maintained a distance.

These backward barbarians, relying on their bloodline, dared to come to the holy city and act arrogantly?

This seemingly solid kinship alliance is actually riddled with flaws.

Alternatively, this task could be assigned to Shinzo.