In the anime, their emotions can be combined into strange props

This new state of liberation of gods and demons, even with Xia Yan's physical fitness, the bonus effect and burden are not bad, so while he carefully released this state and distracted himself for a while to reflect on himself.

"Ok?"

Xia Yan suddenly let out a light exclamation, and instantly suppressed his subconscious desire to fight back, and turned his head.

"Senior!"

As a result, accompanied by a delicate cry that seemed to carry the tenderness and sweetness of a couple, two soft lumps of flesh instantly hit Xia Yan's face.

Wu Garuda was now like a koala, with his slender and powerful limbs wrapped in bandages and revealing attractive muscle lines, tightly wrapped around Xia Yan's body.

At the same time, she pressed Xia Yan's head hard against the two soft spots on her chest, her face flushed with excitement as she cried out, "Senior! Let's improve our genes and make a baby! Now! Immediately! Right here!!!"

"Mmmmmm?!"

"Garuda, what are you talking about?!"

With his head completely pressed into Garuda's chest, Xia Yan couldn't even make a sound. Fortunately, the eldest lady of Zouluyuan, who was a little abnormal herself but generally a normal person, served as a perfect substitute for his mouth.

For Xia Yan, the battle with Wu Lei'an was no pressure at all, but he couldn't deal with the sudden outburst of Miss Garuda, who was also from the Wu clan.

"Mmmmm... (So it's about time you let me go)!"

Chapter 146: The tit-for-tat over the lottery rules for the Kenwon Fatal Tournament

"What's going on?!"

"Both hands are broken, bones all over the body are shattered, the spine is slightly dislocated, and there's internal bleeding. But thankfully, the opponent must have shown some mercy, allowing Raian to successfully receive the power—not a big problem (?)."

"But I didn't expect that Lei An..."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Let's send Lei'an to the infirmary first. Where's Doctor Yingchu? Hasn't he arrived yet?!"

Inside one of the high-end restaurants scattered throughout the Kengan cruise ship.

At this time, the place was deserted, with only broken glass and broken pieces of tables and chairs scattered all over the floor.

At the same time, in addition to the three-member Wu clan headed by Wu Huiliyang, several other members of the Wu clan rushed to the scene.

They were now making some noise while providing emergency treatment for the injuries of Wu Lei'an, who was lying on the ground, rolling his eyes and had lost consciousness.

"Grandpa, you don't seem very surprised by... that person?"

Wu Lian glanced at the back of Wu Huiliyang, who had remained silent in front of him and seemed to have no special reaction to her granddaughter clinging to Xia Yan's body, and asked carefully.

"Surprised, I was naturally extremely surprised too. Who wouldn't be surprised to see that kid's monstrous, superhuman performance? It's just... I seem to..."

Wu Huiliyang seemed to be staring intently at the most gifted and most troublesome member of his clan, but his dark eyes seemed to be wandering, as if he was gazing at something far away and out of reach. He muttered to himself, "That boy's initial demeanor and temperament, I seem to..."

"Where have you seen it?"

……

……

Wu Huiliyang was racking her brains to figure out where the sense of déjà vu that bastard boy had come from.

Time has passed quietly for a day.

During this time, the cruise ship also reached its destination: Yuanliu Island.

This is the venue of the Kengan Fatal Tournament. Coming here means that the Fatal Tournament has entered the third round of the official competition, which has little to do with Xia Yan.

There are a total of 16 fighters, and the first round of the ring alone will last for matches.

The schedule of the ultimate match is roughly like playing 8 games in one day.

Therefore, one round of competition will be divided into two rounds, played over two days; the 8 games in the second round will be played in one day; and on the last day, the entire final will be played directly.

During this period, there will be a few days of rest separated by each other, but generally speaking, the brutal Kengan Fatalisman Tournament will be completed in just ten to eight days.

At this time, in Yuanliu Island Hotel.

This island is not the desolate and isolated island as people imagine. It is not even just a simple competition venue.

Instead, it is a comprehensive venue that combines top-quality ingredients, expensive drinks, and 24-hour service, attracting politicians and wealthy businessmen from all over the world to watch exciting and bloody fights.

At the same time, this is also the organizer of the Kengan Fatal Tournament? · Film Source Destruction Hall, an exquisite power stage that demonstrates the importance they attach to the competition and their own powerful financial resources.

Therefore, all kinds of facilities on the island are naturally built to be astonishingly luxurious.

Then, in such a magnificent hotel venue, the presidents of 32 companies who had officially confirmed the list of participants, as well as some of the fighters following behind them, gathered here.

"Ho ho ho~, anyway, let's draw lots first."

Under the gaze of this group of corporate presidents, some sinister, some indifferent, some arrogant, and some effeminate, Katara Metō casually raised his cane and pointed it at a machine beside him... to put it bluntly, it looked like a slot machine.

And the fact is almost the same.

"The rules are simple. The presidents of each company come up and use this machine. The numbers it shakes out determine the order in which we compete and our opponents."

As Katahara Metō's voice began to explain, a huge electronic screen behind him lit up with dazzling and exaggerated special effects, and then the screen showed a battle table with a total of 1 to 32 player positions, divided into left and right, and finally converging in the center for the final.

As he spoke, Katahara Metō seemed afraid that others would not understand. He stretched out a skinny finger and pressed a button on the slot machine repeatedly. As he moved, the nine number columns on the slot machine that were originally spinning rapidly stopped one by one.

Finally, a row of numbers is formed: 411654729

"Just like this, the bigger the number you roll, the sooner you can determine the match and position of your fighters..."

"That's not right, old man."

Just as Katahara Metō retracted his right hand and placed both hands on his staff again, Juukisa Ouma, who was following Yamashita, suddenly interrupted him:

"The person who rolls the highest number will be the first to determine our match position, but doesn't that mean they'll be at the mercy of subsequent fighters, unable to decide who their opponent will be? That way, the person who rolls the highest number won't have any advantage, but rather a disadvantage."

"Hohoho~, Juukija Ouma, huh..."

Hearing this, Katahara Metō chuckled amiably beneath his neatly combed white beard... Then his expression suddenly turned gloomy and menacing, "I don't remember a mere fighter having the right to give me feedback!"

"I've made all the arrangements for you out of kindness. Stop complaining and just do what I tell you to do!"

"But you asked us to come here just to decide this matter, didn't you?"

Hearing this, the once manic Juu Kisara would have jumped up and down in anger, but now he just kept a calm face. With his hands in his pockets, he glanced at the short and thin old man in front of him, "So, what do you mean? Are you going to disqualify us from the competition just because I raised an opinion, or are you going to use your subordinate, the Fang of Destruction, to target me specifically?"

"if it is like this……"

At this point, Juu Kisara revealed a somewhat crazy smile that hadn't been seen for a long time. "I wouldn't mind challenging the so-called [King] first!"

"Ouou… Mr. Ouma?!"

"..."

This was different from Yamashita who cried out in panic as he watched Jukiza going head to head with the being that was almost the final boss.

Katara Metō simply stared coldly at Juukisa for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand with a somewhat disinterested look, "Oh, forget it, young people nowadays don't know how to respect the elderly and love the young."

"Then let's change the rules. The numbers rolled out from smallest to largest will be arranged in the order of 1.32.2.31, , , , and then moved to the middle."

"How about this? We'll determine the contestant's position in order from 1 to 32. The person who rolls the highest number will be in the 17th position, which is the most advantageous position to determine their fighter's match. How do you do that?"

"Uh~oh?"

Although his personality has become calmer, Juu Kisara's brain is still not that good. For a moment, he really couldn't tell whether the rules had become more suitable for him, and could only nod in confusion.

On the other side of the venue, Zouyuan Shion, who was still holding a cigarette in her mouth, silently said: This damn old man.

The people who initially and finally decide the positions of their own fighters in the lottery that determines the matches are the ones who suffer the most.

The disadvantage of deciding the position initially, as Juu Kisara said, is that subsequent fighters will randomly choose to fight against you, and you will not be able to decide your own opponent - this is why Juu Kisara took the initiative to raise the issue.

After all, for Juukiji Ouma, who has a mission requirement and wants to challenge the strong, he really cannot agree with the rule that he cannot decide his opponent.

As for the disadvantages of deciding the final position, needless to say, all other positions are occupied by others. Even if the final person is unwilling, he can only face the "strongest" dead card, the Fang of Destruction, Gana, which is specially vacated by others.

On the contrary, if the positions of the fighters are decided at the time of the optimal solution in the middle, then there will be 16 fighters on the list for you to choose to fight against at will, and there will be many remaining vacancies and room for choice.

It can also be seen from here that Katara Metsudo's original crude lottery rule was just an extremely perfunctory attitude towards this group of people on such an issue that he thought was unimportant.

After deciding to change the rules, he almost instantly changed the original rules into a more fair one.

That's why Zou Ryuin Shion couldn't help but curse in her heart this arrogant old man who ignored everyone present.

Chapter 147 Beware of Toyo Electric Power

"Well, Mr. Wang Ma, which one should we choose?"

The suggestion of the Ten Demon Snake King Marti was actually a blessing in disguise. The president of the representative enterprise he cooperated with was Emperor Yamashita, who had a talent that he himself did not know about, the Fist Eye, which enhanced his dynamic vision.

Among the many presidents present, he undoubtedly has an absolute advantage in this game where opponents are determined by drawing lots based on dynamic vision.

Therefore, Yamashita was holding his old-fashioned glasses with one hand, and hesitantly pointed at the electronic screen in front of him, half of which was occupied by the names of major companies and fighters, showing the dozen or so opponents he could still choose from, and he began to worry.

"Didn't I say that a long time ago?"

However, the Ten Demon Snakes beside him did not expect that things would go so smoothly. He patted Yamashita's shoulder with a little excitement and joy, making him stumble. At the same time, the Ten Demon Snakes said seriously:

"Yamashita-sama, don't hesitate, let's challenge the King!"

Mr. Yamashita, an ordinary middle-aged salaryman who was accidentally involved in this cruel game and would be in debt of 51 billion yen if he lost the game: "...Huh?!"

……

……

"That's what it is."

Some time later, in a luxurious room at Yuanliu Island Hotel.

Zouyuan Shion raised her long, black silk legs that showed a hint of fleshiness under her suit skirt. She told Xia Yan, who was eating a midnight snack with a knife and fork across the table, about what happened in the lottery and the final list of opponents.

"I've already told you what you wanted to know, and now it's your turn to answer me."

As she spoke, Zou Ryuin Shion's beautiful eyebrows twitched slightly, and she took a deep breath. Even now, she couldn't believe the new information she had received. "That muscle monster with the longest active service in the Kengan Clan, who is always victorious, was really defeated by you...?"

"Also, since you've already defeated the Tigers and earned a spot in the competition, why don't you participate?"

There were a lot of puzzled expressions on Zouyuan Shion's face, but she was not as angry as she had imagined, because Xia Yan's unexpected trump card could become her trump card, but he voluntarily gave up the competition.

The reason for this is that in the Kengan Fatal Tournament, even if a representative fighter wins the championship, the president of his company will not directly become the president of the Kengan Association, but will obtain the [right to nominate the president of the Kengan Association].

The difference between them is that the death match has been pulled partly into the field of corporate power struggle from a pure fighting competition.

At this moment, some companies that are at the top of the power and scale have begun to win over, bribe, and even force other weak companies to join them, forming a faction.

This situation occurs because as long as the company under their control wins the championship of the death tournament, the leader of the faction can still use his power to intimidate these weak companies and make them appoint him as the president of the Kengan Association.

After all, the so-called Kengan fighters were just tools and weapons of the corporation from the very beginning.

It was only because the fighters of this generation, even the old fellow Katara Metō, were all pure seekers of truth that the friendly atmosphere of fighting between fighters, where the outcome of the fight was decisive, was finally formed in the original work.

And Zouyuan Shion...she is actually quite self-aware, or rather, she has not let greed cloud her reason.

With only the Royal Sakura Academy as her representative, even if she were to include various other business areas, her influence could only be considered middle-class among many companies. An influence of this size would not allow her to maintain the position of president of the Quanyuan Association.

From the very beginning, she positioned herself as someone who just came to the set to show up - just like Xia Yan.

"If I have to explain why, it's because I've already achieved my goal. So, I have no interest in participating in the official competitions. Compared to this..."

Xia Yan stuffed a piece of steak with secret sauce into his mouth and answered casually.

Then he chewed the steak in his mouth, thought for a moment, and then looked behind Souruin Shion. Like an extremely competent bodyguard, she stood quietly behind her, standing at Kiryu Setsuna. She raised her head and gestured to him, "Sister Shion, are you staying in the same room with us tonight?"

"If that's the case, with your close protection there won't be any problem, and Zou Ryuin-san..."

Xia Yan was thinking over something in his mind, and he murmured absentmindedly, "Just in case, you should stay in the same room with me tonight."

"Crack!"

Hearing this, which was almost equivalent to saying "Your sister will sleep with me tonight", the cigarette that Zouyuan Shion never let go of seemed to be pinched into two pieces in an instant, and a blue vein popped out on her forehead unsightly.

"Eh?"