Some intermediate apprentices with weak willpower even began to sway slightly, as if they had fallen into a mild state of hypnosis.
This was not an ordinary song, but a unique "chanting" ability of the sea sirens, capable of directly affecting the listener’s mental state.
In ancient legends, countless ships were wrecked and sunk because of this kind of singing, with sailors enticed to jump into the sea and become the sirens’ feast.
"What a magical technique!"
Someone exclaimed from the stands:
"Is this the unique ’Charm Song’ of the sea sirens? I thought only adult sea sirens could master it."
"It’s certainly that kind of magic-like technique, but it seems to be stronger than the usual sea siren effect."
An elderly advanced apprentice explained, a glint of professional appreciation in his eyes:
"This level of sound wave control requires a fairly pure bloodline. There must have been some special bloodline transformation in this little sea siren."
The movements of the merman became slower and its gaze steadily grew more confused.
Dale’s song was like an invisible net, slowly entangling its consciousness and tightening with every moment.
Its eyelids began to grow heavy, and it could no longer hold the trident steadily, slowly sinking to the bottom.
Its consciousness had been mostly controlled, trapped in a state of haziness between wakefulness and slumber.
Dale approached slowly, continuing to sing softly near the merman’s ear.
The song was like a snake’s venomous tongue, infiltrating every inch of its prey’s mind and body.
"The strength of this little sea siren... is extraordinary."
An advanced apprentice commented, a hint of contemplation in his eyes:
"Her talent magic-like technique ’Charm Song’ has at least reached the level of our spiritual magic. Even among adult sea sirens, this is rare. What kind of bloodline modulation has her owner conducted on her?"
Just as the merman was about to fall completely into a coma, Dale’s actions suddenly changed.
The sea siren suddenly opened her mouth, revealing a row of sharp and fine teeth, biting fiercely into the merman’s exposed neck!
"Ah!" The merman suddenly awoke, roaring in pain, but its reaction was already too late.
Blood dispersed in the water, forming a cloud of crimson.
Dale’s teeth were deeply embedded in the merman’s flesh, greedily sucking in the fresh life energy.
Her eyes had turned completely purplish-red at this moment, with pupils like an animal’s vertical slits, revealing an almost maddening hunger.
In the audience, many apprentices gasped in shock.
This seemingly cute little sea siren surprisingly revealed such a bloody and cruel side.
The merman struggled desperately, trying to shake off this tiny yet terrifying parasite.
But Dale held on tightly, like a hungry vampire, persistently drawing every drop of blood.
The merman rolled in agony under the attack, but its strength was visibly draining away.
Dale was like a finely tuned hunting machine, each bite accurately targeting vital spots, tearing off chunks of flesh.
Even more haunting was that the water surrounding her began to spin faster, forming a mini whirlpool.
The whirlpool grew larger and faster, soon enveloping the merman completely.
The bloody water and shredded flesh spun rapidly within the whirlpool, creating a scene reminiscent of hell.
"My God..." An onlooker gasped, their face pale:
"This resembles more a reversion to the form of some deep-sea predator, what kind of bloodline experiment did Ron conduct on her?"
At the center of the whirlpool, the merman let out one last despairing scream before being crushed into pieces.
Its body was compressed, disassembled, and finally completely vanished into Dale’s mouth.
The entire process was surreal and terrifying, like a nightmare.
The gruesome scene plunged the entire gladiatorial arena into brief silence, followed by deafening cheers.
In this extraordinary world, where strength is revered, such an astonishing predatory ability undoubtedly stirred reverence and excitement among the crowd.
"The victor, the combat slave of Apprentice Ron Ralph——Dale!"
At the highest part of the stands, a few watching masters whispered among themselves, discussing the match fervently.
"The little sea siren has great potential."
A middle-aged man in meticulously groomed hair and a robe commented:
"Her bloodline is very pure, and she seems able to absorb the traits of her prey. Ron’s bloodline modulation technique is advancing rapidly."
It was Soron Griffiths, and since this was the final elimination match of this round, with his favored apprentice’s combat slave entering the ring, he took the time to come and watch.
Meanwhile, a veiled tall girl sat in the most inconspicuous corner of the stands.
She held a transparent crystal ball in her hand, recording the entire battle process.
Ron was busy with other matters and did not come, leaving the task to his disciple, and now Lilia was intently observing Dale’s performance.
Moreover, the tree spirit could not get too far from the workshop, and more importantly, she was currently at a critical moment.
The crystal ball in Lilia’s hand was a special tool Ron had recently refined, with intricate runes on the surface, capable of capturing the subtle processes of energy flow and bloodline change in detail.
While ordinary spectators could only see surface changes, through this crystal ball, Lilia could roughly observe the flow and transformation of bloodline energy within Dale.
"The terrifying nature of the ’Big Eater’ special talent lies in its ability to completely absorb all the advantages of its prey..."
Lilia murmured softly, her eyes gleaming with the light of a researcher:
"The master’s prediction was entirely correct."
Inside the crystal ball, energy points flowed along specific trajectories.
The deep-sea adaptability, strength, endurance, and even parts of water element resistance of the merman, were successfully absorbed and integrated into Dale’s bloodline.