My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 160 - 118: I’m Number One Under Heaven—If You Disagree, Fight Me!

Chapter 160: Chapter 118: I’m Number One Under Heaven—If You Disagree, Fight Me!

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The South Shore Tavern, with its wooden structure and vintage style, exuded an exotic charm.

The place was bustling with people, the noise was deafening, it was extremely lively.

"Take him down! Take him down!"

"Come on, damn it, didn’t you eat?"

"Just hold on a bit, Minotaur bro, I bet fifty bucks on you, please!"

"Use your strength! Defeat him!"

...

The air was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol and meat, mixed with the distinctive smell of evaporating sweat.

The entire tavern was packed with all sorts of strange-looking Other Race, all of them men, with barely any women.

The atmosphere was thick with male hormones.

"Ah!"

"Hah!"

Two tall and strong beastmen were wrestling on a wooden platform.

One had the body of a Tiger-headed person, the other a Minotaur.

They were broad-shouldered and muscular, with veins popping on their arms, blood pumping, as they arm-wrestled, giving off roars with fierce faces.

Both beastmen sat comfortably, their two sturdy arms placed on the solid steel table in the middle, elbows as support, hands clasped in an arm-wrestle.

Their free hand wore a ring-like sensing device, which flickered with green light.

This was a strength contest for Tier One to Tier Three Advanced levels.

They let out fierce roars.

Beep beep beep~

Suddenly, the Tiger-headed person’s left-hand sensing device beeped, emitting a red light.

He couldn’t hold it in, lost control of his breath, and accidentally used Tier Four Advanced strength.

He was immediately judged as defeated.

"Hahaha, you’re not good enough, little kitty, not lasting long!" The Minotaur laughed triumphantly, mocking.

"Little kitty... you damn... I... hmph!"

The Tiger-headed person was so furious, he wanted to charge at him, the "King" character on his forehead trembling, showing his rage.

But as the loser, if he acted, people would say "if you can’t take losing, don’t play," and it would be even more embarrassing.

He snorted coldly, threw down his money, and turned to leave, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

"Hahaha, he runs fast." The strong Minotaur warrior laughed even more heartily.

The victor, that’s how you brutally humiliate the loser.

In strength contests, friendship is not the priority, competition is.

The atmosphere is full of gunpowder.

Humiliating you is for your own good, makes you bear disgrace and forge ahead, my friend!

"Oh~ my god, no wonder he’s ’Ox Demon’ Aokan, a former professional athlete!"

"I didn’t expect, after retiring for so many years, Aokan’s still this fierce."

"Not rusty at all, he’s got twelve consecutive victories, right?"

"Hahaha, I won again, come on Aokan, I’m betting everything on you tonight!"

"Oh ho ho ho~ who is the next challenger?"

...

The tavern’s audience was fired up with excitement, shouting Aokan’s "Ox Demon" name, cheering freely, gulping down alcohol, and devouring meat, it was lively beyond compare.

"Hahaha, is there anyone else?"

Aokan was basking in the praise, for a moment feeling on cloud nine, he pounded hard on the steel platform with a "bang," gazing around domineeringly, and shouted:

"Come on, cowards, bring it on, test Grandpa Niu’s mighty strength!"

"Our Ox Demon Race is the King of Strength, we don’t chicken out against anyone of the same realm, who agrees? Who disagrees?"

"Tonight I’m going for 64 consecutive victories, breaking the South Shore Tavern’s record, dare to challenge?"

He yelled three times, extremely arrogant.

Yet the whole place remained still, no one dared to step forward.

The reason was simple, he really had the capital to be cocky.

A retired former professional athlete.

Still maintaining twelve consecutive victories, in the same Life Level, with no opponents.

This not only demonstrated the Ox Demon Race’s outstanding physical strength but also highlighted Aokan’s high personal Talent!

A distinguished talent even among the Ox Demon Race.

"Mr. Aokan, there’s a Panda Person outside wanting to challenge, do you..." Suddenly, a tavern waiter approached, whispering in Aokan’s ear.

"Hmm? Haha, another little kitty coming." Aokan grinned evilly, fearless, waving his large hand, "Let him come, Grandpa Niu will show him what strength is."

"Uh... okay." The waiter hesitated but seeing Aokan so ambitious, said nothing more, turning away.

The tavern’s audience, hearing of another challenger, immediately created an uproar, becoming noisy and lively again.

"Hahaha, are Panda People joining the strength contest too?"

"I remember the Panda People’s battle roar is quite impressive, their defense is strong too, but their strength is a bit lacking, not as good as a regular Ox Demon, let alone Aokan."

"Overestimating themselves, there’s no suspense in this match, just bet unconditionally on Aokan."

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Bang!

As the crowd was talking, the tavern door suddenly swung open.

A burly, muscular figure appeared, and pairs of eyes looked over, their expressions quickly turning into bewilderment.

It was a "Giant Panda" with a body full of knotted muscles, outrageously robust.

The creature was so strong, like a standing giant bear, two meters tall, with a massive chest muscle towering high, eight-pack abs neatly arranged, and two arms that were thick and strong, with bulging muscles.

With a black and white panda fur coat, round ears, black eyes, the body was devoid of any fat... all muscle and sinewy fascia!

...So much so that it had nothing to do with the word "cat."

The life aura of a Lord Level Tier Three exuded forth.

Pfft!

A guest couldn’t hold it in and sprayed a mouthful of alcohol on the spot.

"Holy crap! A Lord Level Panda Person?"

"Is this a Panda Person? I thought the Iron-eating Race was all round and chubby? Weren’t they adorable, fluffy, and fat cubs? Am I seeing things?"

"What a scary sight, my God, it’s the first time I’ve seen a muscular Panda Person!"

"So robust..."

...

The demonic muscle Panda Person gave an extremely strong visual impact, not only was it not cute, but it was also outrageously fierce and intimidating, making one feel fearful.

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Lu Xun expressionlessly lifted his leg, moving his mighty and robust body, striding towards the platform.

The well-developed panda butt settled into the seat; after sitting down grandly, he lifted his thick right arm, placing his elbow on the steel table:

"Iron-eating Race, Xiong Da, please give me your guidance!"

Aokan’s eyes showed a hint of seriousness. He said with considerable admiration:

"Friend, although you’re quite strong, under the same Life Level constraints, you absolutely can’t beat me. The strength talent of the Panda People is much inferior to us Bull Demon Race, are you sure you want to compete? Fifty thousand per round."

Fifty thousand Naga currency is equivalent to over ten thousand in Human Federation currency.

After all, the opponent is a Lord Level powerhouse. If he can’t afford to lose and gets rough, Aokan wouldn’t be able to handle it.

That’s why he advised Lu Xun not to play.

Between the Bull Demon Race and the Iron-eating Race, in terms of strength talent, there’s no comparison at all, especially since Aokan is the "talented sports student" among the Bull Demon Race.

A little cat is just a little cat.

The gap between races is clear; how could Aokan possibly lose?

"Come on." Lu Xun didn’t waste words, raising his brow at him, "Are you scared? Little bull."

"Hmm? Hmph!"

Aokan was provoked, his bull eyes glowed red, and his bull temper was ignited.

He slammed his arm down, fixing his elbow on the desk:

"I’ll give you some face, really think Grandpa Niu is afraid? Come on, let me show you what true power is!"

"Bull Demon Race, Aokan, please give me your guidance!"

The tension was palpable, full of gunpowder.

The enthusiasm of the audience was stirred up, shouting wildly, their voices like waves.

A Beastman referee walked onto the stage.

He attached two sensing devices to their left hands respectively.

"Both contestants, please note, the highest Life Level limit is Tier Three Advanced, those who lose control will be deemed to have lost, please control your aura."

The referee looked at Lu Xun, who nodded.

Then looked at Aokan, seeing that he also nodded.

Thus began the countdown: "Ready, 3...2...1, start!"

"Ha!"

Aokan let out a burst of roar, unleashing all his strength right at the start, intending to press his opponent down immediately.

However, to his shock, the opponent’s arm merely trembled slightly, easily resisting his outbreak without any pressure.

"This... how is it possible?"

Aokan roared again, muscles bulging all over, veins popping on his thick arm.

[...Analysis complete!]

[Trait Points +3593]

[Illustrated Guide: Bull Demon Race - High]

"It’s over." Muscle Panda whispered softly.

"Hmm?"

Before Aokan could react.

Suddenly, a terrifying force like a tidal wave erupted from the panda’s arm.

Boom!

No room for resistance at all.

In just 0.5 seconds, the back of Aokan’s hand smashed heavily onto the steel table, leaving a two-centimeter deep dent.

The result was decided!

Even the referee was momentarily stunned, and only after reacting did he quickly step forward to announce:

"Winner, Iron-eating Race, Xiong Da!"

With these words, the hall fell silent.

Then erupted into heated discussions, the scene in uproar.

"Ah? What’s going on? A fixed match?"

"How could the Bull Demon Race lose to the Panda People? This isn’t an unrestricted power match."

"Whoa, Aokan lost just like that?"

"Unbelievable, this is the first time I’ve seen such a fierce Panda People!"

"Aokan’s winning streak has been broken... it’s over, it’s over, I bet everything on him, lost it all, damn! Refund!"

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"This... how could this be..."

Aokan hurriedly looked at Lu Xun’s left hand, where the light on the sensing device still showed green.

This meant that the opponent’s life aura hadn’t gone out of control, and was steadily suppressed at the Tier Three Advanced level.

At that moment, Aokan was devastated.

"Thanks for letting me win." Muscle Panda cupped his hands, his voice deep and heavy, blending in with local customs, beginning the humiliation stage: "Is this all a professional athlete’s got? Little bull, you need more depth!"

Aokan: "...Former, former professional athlete."

He explained feebly, appearing pale and powerless.

The joy in humiliating others is as intense as the embarrassment when being humiliated.

"Cough, farewell."

Feeling completely humiliated, he left the bet behind and sprinted away, covering his face, fleeing the tavern.

Terrified of being recognized by his Bull Demon Race brothers.

The mighty Bull Demon Race, known for their strength, lost to the Panda People... he would be beaten to death by his own kind!

But in fact, Aokan wasn’t unjustly defeated.

Because this Muscle Panda wasn’t a purebred Panda People, but Lu Xun’s optimized and evolved Subordinate Form!

In the same realm, the strength talent surpassed the Bull Demon Race.

Purely in terms of strength, his Ghost God Form is actually stronger, the strongest among all Subordinate Forms.

Even if the opponent’s physical talent exceeds the Ghost God Form... Lu Xun still has the Ultimate Form!

But the Ultimate Form is too overwhelming, it’s unnecessary.

Bam bam bam!

Muscle Panda pounded the table wildly, his panda face covered with surplus flesh, shouting arrogantly:

"Who else? Cowards, come test your grandpa panda’s mighty power!"

"Iron-eating Race is number one in the world, who agrees, who opposes?"

"I want a hundred victories in a row tonight, come challenge if you dare!"

His voice rumbled like rolling thunder.

The main focus is arrogance!

Everyone: "..."