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eadx ();? In the most noble room in the center of the round arena, Moran pushed open the door and walked in.

"Grandfather …" Seeing the old man sitting in the middle, Moran sweetly called out.

An old orc was sitting in it, his face covered in wrinkles, his eyes almost drooping. His body was very thin, like it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

This old orc was no different from an ordinary old orc. Just by looking at his appearance, no one could imagine that he was the orc god of the orc race, a powerful expert from the Realm of the Gods.

Seeing Mo Lan come in, Li Jia's eyelids slightly twitched, and he laughed, "Oh, so who was it? So it's my cute little granddaughter who came! "

He was the current Emperor of the Beastman Empire — Salamon. In the Beastman Empire, a country where the strong were revered, as the emperor, his strength could not be any weaker. In reality, Salamon was a Saint realm expert, and he was a Battle Sage from the Boulder Tribe.

Unlike humans, the Beastmen Sovereign is not hereditary, but the strongest of the Golden Family. According to the traditions of the Beastmen, even the God of Beasts wouldn't be able to interfere.

Inside the private box, other than the Beast King, there were also a few ministers from the Beastmen Imperial Palace. They all possessed extraordinary strength.

Salamon naturally recognized Mo Lan. He smiled, pointed at a chair beside Li Jia, and said, "Niece Mo Lan is here, sit down!"

"No need, Uncle Salamon. I'll just stand there and help Grandpa pinch his neck!"

Moran knew that his grandfather's neck was always sore, so he went up behind him and squeezed it gently.

"Hm!" My granddaughter is deeply in my heart! " Riga smiled, like a kindly old man, and leaned back comfortably in his chair, his eyes narrowing.

Enjoying the gentle kneading of Mo Lan, Li Jia sighed, "Ah, I'm getting old … People get sick when they get old, Salamon. If I were your age, I'd be in great shape! Every day, I eat three buckets of rice... "

As the grand emperor of the Beastmen, Salamon did not feel that it was inappropriate to call Salamon by his first name. In addition, the Beastman race had a special status.

"Hehe, how can I compare to someone with greater strength …"

Salamon's eyes flashed with admiration. "Back then, when he was still a Saint realm expert, he had already used his own strength to slay the Abyss Serpent Saint Beast that was wreaking havoc on the east coast. At that time, I was only an ordinary Battle-Master. If you ask me, my strength was no weaker than it was back then …"

"Why are you bringing up such crappy stuff like this? It's already the young people's world! " Li Jia said with a chuckle.

"Ha ha!" Salamon smiled as if he remembered something. He looked at Moran and said, "Oh yeah, I heard that Niece Mo Lan's Thorny Flower Tribe is also participating. Is this true?"

Mo Lan smiled and said, "From what I've seen, royal uncle is forgetful. Our Thorny Flower Tribe has participated in every competition, but we just didn't obtain a placing!"

"Indeed!" Speaking of the rankings, Salamon nodded his head in agreement, "The current young warriors' battles have completely changed. For the top three consecutive battles, we were basically taken care of by the demon beast race. The genius of our Beastman tribe last year, Chou, was barely ranked fifth. He is also the only young warrior among our Beastmen that can be ranked in the top five..."

Each and every one of them was named after the Beastmen. He was one of the top five Beastmen in the previous batch. This time, he was once again representing the Beastman race, the Stormrage Tribe. His job was to become a Wind Knight.

Speaking to this, Salamon laughed a little awkwardly, "Li Da Ren, to be honest, the age was changed because of him. He was last 21 years old, and he was just 25 this year, barely qualified to participate! Otherwise, our Beastman race might not even be in the top five this time! "

"That's right!" Li Jia nodded his head, "However, the situation this year is even more serious than the previous sessions. From what I know, this year, there are many high level magical beasts that are participating …"

"Yes!" Salamon nodded. "This time, a few high-ranked magical beasts have come, such as the Scorpion Lion clan and the Beamon clan."

"The Scorpion Lion clan is here as well?" He pondered for a moment, and said slowly, "Indeed, the magical beast race's innate race talent makes us inferior, but since we were born in this world, we must have the courage to chase after them. In my opinion, being unable to defeat the magical beast does not mean anything, it only means that they are not diligent enough …"

After pausing for a moment, he glanced at Salamon and continued, "The Magic Beast race has won the top five. Salamon, isn't it a little too nervous for you to change your age and let the contestants compete?"

"Yes …" The people from Mighty taught him a lesson! " Hearing this, Salamon broke out in cold sweat, "I'm just worried that the top five of our Beastmen tribe will be taken over by the Beastmen clan, that's all. I'm going to change my age back, to change my …"

"Haha, just because he's ranked fifth in the previous tournament doesn't mean that he will be ranked fifth in this year's competition! "The variables are huge …" Li Jia smiled and waved his hand magnanimously, "As for modifying your age, there's no need for that! "We'll do whatever we need to do, right?"

"Yes, my lord!" Salamon bowed.

"Right, what sort of experts did your Thorny Flower Clan send out this year?" he asked, turning to Moran.

Moran had been listening attentively to their conversation, and even his clenched hands had unconsciously stopped moving.

"Haha, grandfather, this year, we sent out a powerful expert from the Thorny Flower Tribe. It will definitely surprise you …" There was a trace of cunning in her eyes.

"Hehe, Grandpa will wait!" Riga laughed in an exceptionally cheerful manner.

… ….

"The next battle, competitor # 98, is preparing …" A boorish voice rang out at the meeting.

"It's my turn …"

Ron took a deep breath and stood up, his eyes bright and confident.

There, to Ron's surprise, he saw Ham, who had lost his high-spirited air and withered like a frosted eggplant.

"Ham!" Ron stepped forward, greeted them, and smiled. Did you pass the preliminaries? "

"Hai, don't mention it anymore!" "My luck is very bad!"

"What's wrong?" Ron asked.

"Unfortunately, my opponent in the preliminaries was a magical beast, and one of the most powerful magical beast races at that — the Venomous Scorpion Lion!" Ham spread out his hands and made a helpless face. "Do you think this kind of fight can be fought?" If they were to really fight, I probably would not even be able to utter the word "surrender" and would be killed by him in an instant! "

"That's why I'm very wise. After he shows his true form, I'll immediately give up. I can't stay onstage for even a quarter of an hour!" Ham said, "He's not bad either. He seems to know that I won't fight with him and his true form is revealed!"

"It can't be?" Ron didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Ron, you don't know, some of the magical beasts are very bloodthirsty and sinister. They purposely don't reveal their true forms, tempting you with their human identities, and the moment you decide to fight, they will immediately turn into their true forms and kill you instantly, not giving you the chance to even say the word 'surrender'. Some of the magical beasts will even use their human bodies to fight with you, and even if he kills you, you won't know that he's a magical beast …"

"There's such a thing?" Hearing this, Ron began to sweat profusely. So magical beasts were also a sinister 'beast'.

"Participant # 98, please come over here!"

Then a voice interrupted their conversation, and a human waiter stuck his head out of the door of the room and waved him in.

"Heh — you're going to take the age test. You're going to be ready when you're done. Good luck!" Ham said with a smile.

"Alright!" Ron nodded, "I wish you good luck as well!"

"I won't have any luck!" Ham said with a wry smile, "F * ck, I won the prize. I met a magical beast in the first match!"

He spat out a mouthful of saliva and left while cursing.

Ron walked into the room and saw an old orc sitting on a chair. In front of him was something that looked like a magic array, operating continuously.

"Come here, stand in the middle!" The old man pointed at the magical formation and coldly said.

After looking at the magic array and confirming that there was no danger, Ron stood up.

The old orc closed his eyes, and said after a while, "Hm, he's only 18 years old, not bad, we can participate in the competition!"

The old orc's face softened a little.

Only now did Ron realize that this magical formation was actually used to measure one's age. It was no wonder that Shaotian was controlling his age so strictly.

"Put your spatial bag and other items into that cabinet. Apart from weapons and defensive equipment, you are not allowed to bring anything else into the arena!"

The old orc pointed to the cabinet.

This was what Moran had told him, and Ron didn't think much of it. He put the space bag he had brought with him into the cupboard and walked out the door with the Staff of Legends in his hand.

A blinding flash of sunlight hit him, and Ron held out his hand to block it for a moment. He composed himself and slowly walked into the field.

The contestant appeared, and for a moment, the entire arena was cheering. The warm atmosphere on stage made Ron feel like his blood was boiling.

There were two people standing in the middle of the arena. One of them was an Orc, he was dressed in the apparel of a judge, and the other was a human, wearing light armour. He was also his opponent for this competition.

"Are the rules clear? Although this is a life and death battle, I hope that the two sides will not kill each other maliciously. They should be allowed to forfeit, admit defeat and surrender.

The Orc referee said expressionlessly. During the day, he had repeated the same words countless times.

As soon as his voice fell, the youth said arrogantly, "Brat, it's better if you give up as soon as possible. I'm a Wind Wolf, so I will beat you until you are in a mess …"

"You are a magical beast?"

"That's right!" The teenager smiled mysteriously, "I heard that you humans all like to try your luck when participating in the young strong battles. I hope that you will meet a weak opponent who is also a human. Hur Hur, I won't give you such an opportunity!"

He lightly licked his lips, a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes, "I won't reveal my true form to you right now. It's very easy for you to know whether I'm a magical beast or a human. One word — bet …"

"You can choose to give up now, or you can choose to fight. But if you make a mistake, my Wind Blade will tear you to pieces before you can say 'I concede'. You decide …"

The youth slowly said.

Ron was silent for a moment, frowning.

This was a gamble. Was the young man in front of him a human? Or a magical beast?

The orc referee also turned around and asked expressionlessly, "Contestant Ron, do you decide to fight? Or are you giving up? " See the launch. No ads, please.

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