My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 162 - 119: You Have No Stamina! (Part 2)

Bang!

Bang!

Two thick, furry arms were placed on the steel table, elbows as support, hands joined, eyes locked in a fierce stare.

The wolf eyes glared fiercely at the panda eyes, the air thick with gunpowder, tensions rising.

Lu Xun remained expressionless, composed and calm.

[Analyzing... 5%... 10%... 15%...]

[...Analysis Complete!]

[Trait Points +23,000]

[Illustrated Guide: Half-Giant Werewolf Race - Lord]

[Compatibility: 99.86%]

In an instant.

The giant werewolf across from him had no secrets left in his eyes; every part of Ronnie’s body, from inside to out, every corner, Lu Xun could see clearly.

"The competition is about to start. Do either of you have anything to say?"

The referee suddenly asked.

According to professional competition routines, this was entering the "trash talk" segment.

Using trash talk to increase opposition, heighten conflict, to stir the crowd’s passion, creating a tense, fierce atmosphere.

After all, "verbal battle" in strength competitions is different from "physical battle"; arm wrestling is not as thrilling as watching fierce men in a brutal fight, so there has to be some manmade gimmicks to enhance the spectacle.

"Heh, Panda, with such a big build, do you think you’re manly? Too bad those round ears of yours look utterly girly!" Ronnie launched an aggressive personal attack right off the bat, spewing foul words.

As a professional strength competition player, and also a top-tier trash-talker.

Lu Xun’s expression darkened, feeling the pressure.

What to do? He wasn’t a master of derogatory language in his previous life.

But with so many people watching, he couldn’t lose momentum.

He maintained a calm gaze, and said blandly, "You have hemorrhoids."

"??? "

Ronnie’s expression changed, hurriedly turning to look at the audience; indeed, their gazes became strange and skeptical.

He immediately felt ashamed and angry, shouting with vicious words, "Your black and white fur is so disgusting, like a rag from a toilet..."

"You have hemorrhoids."

"Just a mere Panda..."

"You have hemorrhoids."

Roar--

Ronnie was furious, letting out a terrifying wolf howl, "I don’t have them, such a strong warrior as me doesn’t have that shameful weakness, stop talking nonsense!"

"You really do." Lu Xun said seriously, and with his left hand made a gesture, describing its shape, "Denial is just a cover-up."

Upon hearing this, Ronnie was stunned, showing a face of panic.

...How does this person know me so well?

He even knows the shape?

"It’s okay, it’s not embarrassing, I just suggest you add a cushion to your hard seat, so your hidden ailment doesn’t act up later, making your butt hurt, and then you blame it on losing." Lu Xun added another hit.

"Damn it, bastard!" Ronnie’s wolf eyes flared with anger, "Believe it or not, I’ll kill you?"

The crowd: "..."

Seeing Ronnie about to lose control, the scene was on the verge of chaos, the referee rushed forward to end the trash talk segment early.

"Ahem, ahem, both contestants, please get ready, 3, 2, 1, the match begins!"

Roar!

Ha!

Two explosive shouts erupted simultaneously in the ear.

Boom~

Two terrifying Lord Tier One forces exploded, pouring out like a tidal wave, centered on the stage, forming visible ripples of airblast, sweeping up the dust on the ground.

Ronnie’s rage had accumulated to its peak, and he immediately unleashed his full power.

On his huge wolf body, muscles bulged and knotted, veins bulging, his wolf face contorted with a terrifying expression.

Across from him, the Panda also had muscles stacked all over, the broad bear body like a mountain, veins popping on his thick arms.

The two were evenly matched.

In terms of strength, the Panda was not showing any decline?! 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Even Ronnie was stunned.

Only then did he realize, Bull Demon Aokan didn’t lose unjustly.

This Muscle Panda... is really strong.

The Iron-eating Race is merely a subordinate tribe of the Elf Race, a servile nation.

No matter how great an individual’s talents are, they can’t surpass the limitations of their own race.

How could a Panda have such remarkable strength talent?

Every race has its limits, even the Giant Dragon Race has an upper limit to its strength growth potential. After reaching the limit, to enhance strength further, one can only breakthrough in realm.

Even a real Giant Dragon, on the same Life Level, can’t have a strength rating several times higher than Ronnie’s, it’s just absurd.

The Panda’s performance has already surpassed racial limitations, such a level of power is not something a Lord Tier One Panda should have.

Ronnie was truly shocked.

Could this Muscle Panda be a "mutant" among the Iron-eating Race?

Indeed, only a mutant makes this possible.

After all, Pandas are round, when have you seen a fully muscled one?

He must be a mutant!

Boom!

The floor cracked open.

"Roar!"

"Ha!"

The two muscle behemoths unleashed their mighty powers.

Stalemating for over ten minutes without a winner.

Creak~

The solid steel table couldn’t handle it, starting to twist, deform, producing shocking cracks!

This elicited a round of gasps and screams from the surrounding audience.

"Damn..."

Ronnie’s face changed slightly, finding himself gradually feeling some strain, his energy faintly waning.

Endurance is also a crucial attribute in professional strength competitions.

Werewolves have strong bursts, but endurance is one of their few weaknesses.

Meanwhile, the Panda across from him remained incredibly enduring, still capable of continuous bursts.

Lu Xun also noticed his opponent’s condition and his eyes lit up.

Ronnie was remarkably gifted, with the blood of an ancient giant wolf granting strength growth potential, not weaker than his Panda Subordinate Form at all.

He originally thought winning would be tough, at best a draw.

Unexpectedly, Ronnie showed weakness in endurance.

"Little wolf, your stamina isn’t great." He grinned, his Panda face radiantly spirited, "You’ve only burst for ten minutes and you’re already weak? What were you doing last night?"

"Shut up!"

Ronnie, embarrassment turning to anger, roared explosively.

He exerted force again, trying to burst, but his whole body muscles trembled, screaming, like an overclocked, overloaded machine, with smoke nearly rising from his pores.

In the endurance contest, clearly the Panda had the upper hand.

After holding on for another eight minutes, Ronnie finally exhausted his strength, his momentum swiftly collapsing.

Bang!

The Panda seized the opportunity and slammed the werewolf’s arm down.

The solid steel table shattered with a crash.

"The winner, Iron-eating Race, Xiong Da!"—the referee announced the result.

The scene erupted instantly.

Werewolf Ronnie lost!

The eighth strongman, ownership has shifted.

"Damn it, if only it were a full moon night..." Ronnie was extremely unwilling, but a loss is a loss, nothing more to say.

Truly worthy as a professional player, so experienced.

Before Lu Xun could even start his victory taunt,

He quickly threw down the money, covered his face, and dashed off, disappearing from the small tavern in no time.

"Who else?!" The Panda, immensely arrogant, pounded the table, "I’m just asking, who else?"

The crowd: "..."

There was indeed no one else.

This Muscle Panda was too fierce, in the whole Nocturnal City, the only ones left who could possibly beat him were the seven higher-ranked strongmen.

Lu Xun shouted for a while, but no one responded.

Feeling a bit disinterested, he began to take stock of his gains—

[Illustrated Guide: Bull Demon Race - High]

[Traits: Fierce Power, Solid, Bone Strengthening]

...

[Illustrated Guide: Half-Giant Werewolf Race - Lord]

[Traits: Fierce Power, Magic Resistance, Howling Moon]

...

[Usable Trait Points: 401,000]

Damn!

Truly a powerhouse race relying on physical strength.

He acquired several new traits.

Solid, Bone Strengthening, Magic Resistance, Howling Moon.

All essential traits for a Muscle Bully!

Especially the werewolf’s "Magic Resistance".

Anyone who has played games knows the value of this attribute.

Using a physical body to resist Forbidden Curse is no longer just a dream.

’This Nocturnal City sure is a treasure trove, in the future when I have time, I’ll strike forth in Ultimate Form, take down the top seven strongmen, analyze them all!’

Lu Xun was feeling wonderfully pleased.

He stood up, quickly left the small tavern, and prepared to find a place to fiercely project!