My life can't be a harem game!

"Ah, you look quite cautious now that you're full?"

Omi'er was not frightened at all. Instead, a smile bloomed on her brown face. "Then your opponent will be me. As long as you can beat me, you can eat me at will."

The temptation in the words might be quite attractive in another place, but here...

"Moo!"

There was only one bloodthirsty minotaur.

Screaming wildly, he launched his own attack towards Omi'er, ignoring the scars on his body, and not paying attention to the terrifying axe in the other party's hand. He only had one thought -

Eat it!

"Try your strength and power first!"

With both hands open, Omi's hands collided directly with the sharp horns of the bull rushing towards her, and then...

Click, click, click!

That was the horrifying crackling sound coming from the ground, which was the same as Lu Fengxian's action, but completely different from Lu Fengxian's. He also grabbed the opponent's horns, but Omi was not shocked by the Minotaur's action at all, and suppressed it tightly.

“Not bad, not bad!”

With his eyes wide open, the bone armor on Omi'er's body kept shaking, and he said hungrily, "It's worthy of being the guy that the stinky old man specially went to catch. It's really powerful."

Then, he pushed forward with all his strength, and actually pushed the demonized minotaur back several meters. Then he leaned sideways and clenched his fists tightly.

"Now let's test your resistance."

Bang, bang, bang...

Taking a fierce step forward, O'Mier threw punch after punch, and hit the opponent again and again. The horrible sonic booms and the sounds of flesh colliding continued to ring out.

Copper head, iron bones, steel waist....

This is the body structure of a cow. Its muscle density is higher than that of humans, and the density of its bones is the same as steel. If we only talk about strength, a cow of the same weight is stronger than any other creature.

However, this kind of power is only relative to other creatures.

Thick fur, hard bones, extremely high muscle density...

To others, it may be a very durable sandbag, but to the royal family among the ghosts, it can only be said to be an equal condition.

No matter how thick the fur is, it cannot stop the attack of armor-piercing bullets. No matter how hard the bones are, they are just dregs under the hydraulic press. No matter how dense the muscles are, they cannot respond to the attack of a needle.

"Ghost Embedded Fist!"

A strong physique and exquisite boxing skills form the perfect combination. A small fist can create a big dent with one punch. The Ghost Embed Fist is a technique that uses the smallest attack to cause the greatest damage.

There was no reaction after the first ten punches. He still shook his head and wanted to rush up to give Lu Fengxian a heavy blow, but then he began to retreat step by step. After thirty punches, blood began to flow from his ears, eye sockets, mouth corners, and nose.

Finally fell to the ground...

He fell to the ground with a miserable sound, gasping for breath, and blood directly stained a large area of the floor around him. What met the demonized minotaur's neck was a big axe.

Without any pause, without any feeling, the sinful life of the demonized minotaur ended.

"Pfft."

One hand directly grasped his head, and then pulled his head out with a fierce pull.

Blood spurted out like a fountain pouring back...

The bloody scene was several times more intense than before, but much more shocking than before, because the one who did such an inhumane thing just now was a beast, while the one now was a human, a real sub-human!

"It's a very fragrant smell of blood. How long has it been since I smelled it?"

O'Mier raised the head in his hand to face himself, then laughed and slowly moved the head around.

"We have forgotten the blood of the subhumans, forgotten the glory of the subhumans, forgotten our instincts, and forgotten the instinct to pursue a powerful bloodline."

She threw the head in her hand upwards as if it were a ball, then kicked it away. Blood flew everywhere. With a grim smile, she chopped the head in half with an axe. Blood splattered into her eyes, but she didn't even blink.

"What is the purpose of holding this competition? Is it to consume our precious supplies? Is it to enjoy the bloody pleasure? The answer is wrong. Such things are what bored humans should do. Our only purpose is only one..."

"It's to become stronger, to become even stronger!"

"For thousands of years, the subhumans have been declining, constantly declining and aging, like an old man about to die. They are also like creatures that adapt to the changes in the world, diluting their own genes and forgetting their own strength!"

She narrated the story bit by bit, she fully displayed her ambition in this fighting arena, without hiding anything, ambition was everything to her!

“We don’t need to adapt, we need to change. It’s not the world that changes us, but we change the world. We have the strongest learning ability and the strongest adaptability. And we must have the most powerful offspring in the world.”

Some extreme words bring the most approving looks, the continuation of the race, the needs of the self, all of these are longing for the most powerful male to continue!

It is not just empty talk, it is not whining, it is a definite need of my own....

"The strong are those who possess everything, the strong are those who conquer everything, become the power, become the inheritor of the glory of the race, the strongest males, shed your blood, let us feel your power!"

After saying that, O'Mier, with an evil smile on his face, kicked his legs and flew up from his original position and landed to the side, then snapped his fingers.

Rumble....

The vibration suddenly appeared under my feet.

However, it is not under everyone's feet. To be precise, it is under the feet of every contestant.

"How is this going?"

Right below the audience, Lu Fengxian was the first to feel something was wrong. He lowered his head and looked intently, and immediately found that a creeper plant had entangled his feet at some point, and the source of the plant was right inside the cushion where he was sitting...

Seeds, and then they grow?

Looking around, I found that I was not the only one. All the contestants sitting here were in the same state, with huge creepers growing on their hands and feet...

Something is wrong!

Lu Fengxian immediately knew what was going on, and roared angrily, trying to break free, but he couldn't. This creeper-like plant looked delicate and soft, but in fact it was extremely tough...

Sizzle sizzle.....

I heard this voice in my ears. Before I could react, my eyes suddenly lit up and I was on the fighting stage I had been watching. The smell of blood in the air hadn't even completely dissipated yet...

"What's going on? Why am I here?"

"Who stepped on my foot?"

"%￥……＆!"

After the sudden change of positions, most of the subhuman men were still speaking the common language of the continent, but some of them began to speak in the dialect of their own race. No one could understand what they were saying, but from the tone of their voices, one could tell that they were cursing.

Lu Fengxian remained silent, standing quietly in place, looking at Omier who was standing not far away, watching her high-five, and then he realized that the ground was shaking again, so he jumped directly to the highest point in the air he could jump to at the moment...

When he landed again, the originally wide fighting field of several thousand meters had been split into hundreds of small fighting fields, with only a gap of about ten meters in between. He was standing on one of them, and a few meters away were several other confused demi-humans.

There are three rat men, two werewolves, a fat-headed and big-eared pig man, and a centaur whose lower body is a horse and upper body is a human... Well, compared to other fighting arenas where there are only three or four or five, there are as many as seven in this place.

It's really not ordinary lively...

"Start fighting now. Defeat all the others standing on your territory to advance!"

"Wait, there's only one person on some of these territories!"

"Then one person will qualify directly!"

When she said this, there was no trace of confusion in Omi's eyes, and she said directly, "Luck is also strength. If there is only luck but no strength... hehe."

It’s all in vain if you don’t make it into the top ten. The so-called competition is to eliminate the results caused by one-time luck and truly select for gold panning in the waves!

The melee involving tens of thousands of people officially begins at this moment!

166. Maladaptive Beliefs

The total number of sub-humans is in the millions. Even if we exclude those weaker races, the number of sub-humans in the top 20 races alone reaches 100,000...

The ratio of subhuman females to males is seven to three, seven females to three males. Even if only one out of two men participates, the total number of participants in the entire male competition is definitely over 15,000.

How to select? How to decide? How to solve the problem of one-on-one competition taking too long...

The restrictions on races are only for races with a particularly large number of races and strong individual strength, so as to prevent all males of the race from participating in the competition and attacking some hostile races...

Just a melee.

In the chaos of the battlefield, the man who can quickly adapt to the attacks from other enemies and counterattack in time is excellent. The man who happens to be assigned to a separate arena is lucky. In a short exchange, he can confuse the wisdom of other races...

Strength, luck, and wisdom.

There are only these few points that make an excellent man, and the so-called strong momentum is only these few points. Everything else is just details and is not important.

The simultaneous appearance of hundreds of arenas not only stunned the spectators and contestants in the stands, but also confused the officials organizing the competition. At least Medusa really did not expect that her fellow ghosts would come up with such a trick.

"It's still the same mess, Omier."

The snake spit out its tongue again and again. Queen Medusa, who was sitting cross-legged on the throne, yawned. "It's obvious that no one would say anything if we didn't do it so recklessly. Everyone is so bored that they wish they could do it for a few more days, and they even deliberately speed it up."

Although he said he was quite surprised, he was actually not surprised at all. Maybe other people would enjoy or even endure the long one-on-one match, but his old friend definitely would not.

He has no patience, doesn't know how to appreciate, and doesn't even know how to restrain himself.

It is not the appearance of a king, but it is the one that best suits his personality.

It's too cold so it needs warmth. Nothing can make one feel more comfortable than the passionate ghosts.

Medusa and the ghost tribe have had a good relationship for a long time. The fact that they can walk arm in arm and laugh loudly on the street is not only maintained by the friendship of mutual help from their ancestors, but more because each other's personalities and abilities are exactly what they want.

Just as she was lazily lying on the seat, a figure fell from the sky and landed in front of her. Without any pause, he sat down on another seat next to her.

Faced with this sudden situation, Queen Katyusha of Medusa was still lazy. The guards around her were alert at first, but then they went into alert mode after seeing who was coming.

"What's wrong? Do you seem to have lost interest?"

"They are all a bunch of weaklings. It's like a pillow fight. I have no interest in watching it!"

"It's okay if it's almost there. You can't expect every class to be as strong as your father. That's unrealistic."

The only person who could make the lazy Katyusha say such caring words like a friend is Omier, the next queen of the demon tribe.

I was really interested in it at the beginning, but after watching it for a few minutes I couldn't continue watching it.

Those with rich combat experience are not physically strong, those with strong physical strength only use their physical strength to fight, and some guys with a bit of status even use money to make other subhumans on the fighting stage surrender and then fight...

The worst ones were probably the seeded players of the other ten major races who were originally sitting in the VIP stands. Not only did they not go to the players' stands as they had said before, but they ran to their own race's stands instead. Now they jumped down, making the other players very upset, as if they were being treated unfairly...

Of course, the people from the ten major races that came later quickly used their strength to dispel the doubts of those guys. No matter what race they were, they would be knocked away with one move, and would fall to the ground on their knees when they were knocked out of the fighting arena.

It's frustrating.

No matter what, it was annoying. I had clearly informed those bastards in advance, but they dared not give me face! ?

"How about arranging for the other eight to fight against each other? The defeated four races will definitely look very happy."

"I advise you not to do this, because the opponent's choice is for everyone to see. If you are sure you can hide it from those old foxes."

"Well...we don't have any!"

Finally giving up this tempting idea, Omier fell asleep on it, having completely lost interest in the hundreds of fighting arenas where battles were still going on.

It was over really quickly. Even though the physical strength of the sub-humans was much stronger than that of humans, it did not mean that the actual fighting would last long. Some sub-humans with poor endurance burst out with all their fighting power at the very beginning. It would be fine if they could directly eliminate all the other opponents in one go, but if they could not do so in one go, then failure would be the only thing waiting for them.

The uninjured demi-humans who were knocked off the same fighting stage by a strong man lost their qualifications to compete on this fighting stage, but most of them would try to fish in troubled waters on the next fighting stage to see if they could get on...

There were successes and failures, mostly depending on the mood of the ghost and Medusa guardians who appeared nearby at some point in time. Some felt that the person standing on the stage who was about to advance met the definition of a strong man in their minds and would not allow other people to disturb him. However, if they felt that he did not meet the definition, then naturally, the losers on other fighting stages would be able to go up.

Most of the winners and losers have already been decided. On each of the hundreds of fighting arenas stands a powerful sub-human who has successfully defeated other contestants. Only a small number are still struggling.

There is a stage with a particularly strange format...

"what!"

After a loud roar, a knight's spear about one meter long swept over. Lu Fengxian closed his eyes and did a bridge backwards, allowing the silver knight's spear to pass over him.

Even the bare skin could feel the gusts of wind as sharp as a knife, and the sound of breaking air in the ears was as sharp as gunshots.

They have all been eliminated, the wolf-headed people, the pig-headed people, and the rat-headed people...

The so-called melee did not even appear on his fighting stage and was ended directly by the centaur. The largest pigman was knocked away like a ball of cotton by his knight's spear.

From strong to weak.

At the beginning, defeat the largest pigman first, then start attacking the half-wolf, then the ratman, and finally yourself.

Something went wrong.

Because I don’t seem to be the weakest.