My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 163 - 120: If I Went Forth in My Ultimate Form, How Would You Judge Me?

Chapter 163: Chapter 120: If I Went Forth in My Ultimate Form, How Would You Judge Me?

Originally planned for a hundred consecutive wins.

But Muscle Panda’s battle record was just too awesome, becoming famous in one fight.

"Xiong Da" replaced Werewolf Ronnie, becoming the eighth strongest in Nocturnal City.

Ordinary people didn’t dare to challenge him.

So the plan ended early.

After leaving the small tavern, he glanced at the time.

The sky had just turned dark, but it was only a little past seven in the evening, so there was no hurry.

Just as Ding Xuezhu said, once night fell, this sea city exuded its true charm; the streets were bustling with people, lively and bustling; the entire island was brightly lit, like a cluster of bright fireworks in the night.

Thus, Lu Xun decided to continue strolling down the streets, searching for bargains, analyzing all unseen Otherworld races, and amassing trait points.

He found a hidden spot and transformed into Naga Race form.

Roaming the streets, gathering trait points, and inquiring about the strength competition.

Unfortunately, although many taverns in Nocturnal City held strength competitions, most were too low in standard.

To collect excellent traits from powerful races like Half-giant Werewolf and Ox Demon Race, one must participate in high-standard strength competitions.

Low-level competitions are dull, with few trait points given.

In a blink of an eye, three hours had passed.

It was already ten o’clock at night.

Lu Xun glanced at his trait point balance—45.3 Dutch.

Compared to the start of the day, now the efficiency of earning trait points had noticeably plummeted.

Three hours, only 5.2 Dutch earned.

The whole of Nocturnal City, any race that could be analyzed and needed analyzing, of various life levels, had basically been combed through by him.

On the streets, it was rare to encounter Other Races able to provide trait points.

Continuing to wander would yield little results.

"That’s it for today then, the trait points should be enough, not only to break through to Lord Level 9, but even to sprint to Lord Peak level."

Lu Xun muttered to himself, deciding to call it a day.

Going abroad was truly exhilarating.

He hadn’t even gone to the underwater ruins, yet just after landing and taking a tour of the city, he reaped such bountiful rewards.

He entered the restroom, reverted to his human normal form, and put on the high-end three-piece suit Ding Xuezhu had gifted him, becoming a suit bandit.

He planned to find a safe place to project the new traits and upgrade by adding points.

"Hey, did you hear? Nocturnal City’s number one strongman is putting on a show at Xinghai Building." Suddenly, a passerby said excitedly to a companion.

"What? Really? ’Mad Dragon’ Marquis is putting on a show?" The companion was incredulous, "There doesn’t seem to be any professional strength competition happening recently, right? Professional athletes are still in training periods."

"It’s not an official professional competition, it’s ’Mad Dragon’ organizing on his own. Recently there were rumors saying he got injured, affecting his foundation, and his state permanently declined, unable to return to peak condition, with some even claiming he would retire due to injury..."

The person spoke with intense excitement:

"Marquis is going to sweep across with thunderous momentum and shatter the rumors! No wonder he is my idol, Nocturnal City’s number one strongman, dual-track champion in both official and unlimited competitions, three-time champion!"

"Damn, we can’t miss this, let’s go!"

...

Their conversation reached Lu Xun’s ears.

His eyes immediately widened.

"Mad Dragon" Marquis?

Nocturnal City’s number one strongman?

A three-time champion in dual tracks?

Such a mighty person, could he be from the Dragon Race?

No, the Dragon Race has long been extinct.

But regardless, Lu Xun had to see him, looking for an opportunity to analyze this powerhouse!

With this thought in his mind, he lifted his legs and quickly followed the two passersby.

Soon, they reached the "Xinghai Building" they spoke of.

It was the most luxurious tavern in Nocturnal City, exceedingly grand.

Completely incomparable to the previous small tavern.

Inside, it was packed with people, thousands upon thousands, a spectacular scene with the crowd surging like tides.

As Lu Xun stepped through the door, he immediately saw a gigantic behemoth on the high platform, majestically pacing around the ring, interacting with fans and audience members below.

"...This, is this... a Dragon Descendant?" Lu Xun’s pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart burned with excitement.

"Mad Dragon" Marquis is a member of the War Lizard Race.

He possesses part of the ancient Giant Dragon’s bloodline, far more fierce than Werewolf Ronnie.

Standing at three and a half meters tall, taller than one floor, with a towering physique and a mountain-like sturdy body.

He bore a massive head resembling an Evil Dragon, covered in black, menacing scales, with limbs so robust words couldn’t describe them, especially those two large legs, muscular to the extreme, veins bulging, towering high, as if they would explode at any moment.

Simply astounding in size!

A thick lizard tail, covered in dense scale armor, extended from behind.

Roar!

Marquis opened his gaping maw, a fierce dragon-head, unleashing earth-shaking roars, with a pair of gigantic fleshy wings behind him that spread wide, akin to the Dragon Wings of a Black Dragon, spanning over ten meters.

The terrifying life aura at Lord Peak level radiated out, akin to a sky dragon looking down upon all, the faintly transmitted Dragon Might inspired reverence and weak knees.

Utterly dominating.

The audience below erupted in frenzied roars, shouts, and cheers.

Marquis, Nocturnal City’s number one strongman, King of Strength!

"I am Mad Dragon, the strongest creature in the world!"

He roared, with massive Dragon Wings blocking the lights above, casting a sprawling shadow over the sea of people.

"All the world is female, only I am the Hero!"

He stretched his arms, with colossal muscles all over him pulsating, showcasing his muscular body, exuding overflowing male hormones.

At this moment, the world focused on him.

"Mad Dragon!"

"Mad Dragon!"

"Mad Dragon!"

...

The crowd below went wild, thousands upon thousands of loyal fans formed a vast ocean, boundless, each with eyes filled with fanatical fervor.

Other Race strength is esteemed, all extremely admiring of strength, feeling incredibly honored to submit under the feet of the strong.

This scene came into view.

Even Lu Xun couldn’t help but exclaim — this is what a real man should be!

Damn, this guy sure knows how to show off!

What does "All the world is female, only I am the Hero" mean?

It means, compared to him, all creatures in the world are female, are women.

Not only do men have male hormones, women actually have them too, though less in amount, their concentration is around 8% that of men’s.

However, even a real, pure man is like a woman in front of a Muscle Bully like Marquis... Male hormones are incomparable.

But he was still too arrogant.

A mere Dragon Descendant with only partial ancient Giant Dragon bloodline, acting so wildly.

It’s fine if he says "the whole city is female", but "the whole world"?

Even a real pure-blooded male Giant Dragon wouldn’t dare to boast like this, right?

Marquis is a Star Level professional player, living off fans and popularity.

He must be intentionally acting arrogantly, to make fans go crazier and more engaged.

Making money, right, nothing shameful about it.

He’s been hosting the challenge for a while, but no one has dared to take it on.

The fans’ enthusiasm was about to wane.

It’s hard to maintain the heat of the scene when just posing and styling on stage.

But he was already prepared, ensuring there wouldn’t be a dull moment.

On the contrary, the real plan to rake in money is just beginning!

Marquis surveyed the surroundings with Dragon Pupil, then took out a golden card, raised it high, and announced:

"Whoever can last 3 seconds under my hand, it will belong to you!"

"You should know the value of this card. Take out a bet equivalent to it, and you will get the chance to fight me. 3 seconds, just last 3 seconds, and it is yours."

As soon as he finished speaking.

"I’ll do it!"

Suddenly, a thunderous shout echoed.

A 2.5-meter-tall werewolf leapt onto the stage, none other than Werewolf Ronnie.

"Hmph, Ronnie, you overestimate yourself too much," Marquis sneered, "The gap between us is too big, whether you can last even a second is debatable."

"Enough talk." Ronnie slammed a box of Naga Race currency onto the ground, declaring a challenge with authority, "Ten million, is that enough?!"

"Haha, bring it on."

The Mad Dragon accepted the challenge.

In an instant, the crowd erupted with unprecedented fervor.

Only Lu Xun twitched his mouth, feeling speechless.

He wore sunglasses, the Golden Pupil behind the lenses shimmering, his vision entering a transparent world, seeing every detail, including the emotional colors of the two on stage.

On the surface, Ronnie’s fighting spirit soared, with hostility between both sides, tensions high.

But in reality, the opposite was true. The two were calm, with no conflict, quite friendly, with mysterious, subtle eye contact.

’Shameless, hiring actors, is it?’

Lu Xun immediately realized, eyes widening.

Ronnie and Marquis were performing a double act, having reached an agreement beforehand.

This was a scripted performance, two Star Level professional players colluding, staging a fake match, with the goal of making money.

Where there’s a match, there’s betting, with tens of thousands wagering.

But wins and losses were all manipulated.

How much money could be made in one night?

This was an unofficial, non-formal private force event, not legitimate.

Lu Xun suspected the "Mad Dragon injured, status declined" rumors were orchestrated by Marquis himself, spreading through his own people.

Even overseas Other Races were well-versed in these money-making tactics, perhaps learned from the Human Federation?

Of course, Lu Xun didn’t like meddling in others’ affairs.

His purpose was simple: during the fan interaction session later, find a chance to touch Marquis, analyze him, then leave.

"Hah!"

Boom!

In just 2.5 seconds, Ronnie was defeated.

"Damn, I didn’t expect you to be this strong, oh~ my god, I can’t even last 3 seconds, truly worthy of being the Mad Dragon, I am willing to call you the strongest!" Ronnie’s expression darkened, conceding defeat, with acting skills so vivid, it seemed he hadn’t skimped on performance books.

"Hahaha, the whole world is female, only I am the hero!"

Marquis laughed wildly, entering the merciless post-match humiliation phase:

"Ronnie, you truly are a weak, powerless woman, I hadn’t even exerted force, and you fell..."

Ronnie admitted defeat and left.

Marquis stood up, Dragon Wings spreading again, dragging the thick tail, taking majestic steps around the stage, starting fan interaction.

Fans were extremely enthusiastic, raising their arms high, shouting madly.

A lucky fan reached out and touched the magnificent body of the Mad Dragon lord, letting out a scream and fainting from happiness.

The scene was very exaggerated.

Lu Xun finally seized the opportunity, touching Marquis’s tail.

’Analyze!’

[Analyzing...5%...] 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Poof~

But just after a second of touching, the guy’s big tail swung back, breaking contact, and analysis was forcibly interrupted.

Lu Xun pushed through the crowd, moved to the other side, and again reached out to touch Marquis’s thick toe, one toe thicker than an adult’s arm.

’Ana... Jeez!’

Interrupted again.

Does this guy have hyperactivity?

Can’t he stand still for ten seconds, let me touch him?

Lu Xun gritted his teeth with hatred.

Fortunately, another opportunity arose.

Marquis, rewarding fans, approached the edge of the stage, extending his several-meter-long, incredibly thick giant arm for fans to touch the Scale Armor and muscles.

Lu Xun hurried over, but just as he put his hand on the Dragon Scale, the bastard stood up again, retracted his giant arm, and very pretentiously said to the people below the stage:

"To admire my majesty is already your greatest honor."

"To lightly touch my majestic body is the highest glory of your life."

"Don’t be greedy."

With that, he shook his big tail and walked towards the other audience, continuing interaction.

Lu Xun: "..."

He mentally noted a "6".

Without another word, he turned and left.

Couldn’t stand this poser anymore.

Damn, so pretentious.

A mere Dragon Descendant, a mere Lord Peak.

Touching you once, and it’s my life’s greatest honor, is it?

If I were to strike in Ultimate Form, in front of thousands, defeating you with lightning speed, leaving you disgraced, how would you rate me then?