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eadx ();? I forfeit! " When these three words came out, the entire arena quieted down. Everyone revealed an extremely shocked expression.

Ron, too, had his mouth open wide enough to swallow a duck egg, and it had happened so unexpectedly that he couldn't think of a reason for Omega to give up.

Omicade's abstention stunned everyone.

"How could that be? Beamon actually gave up? "

"I did not hear wrongly. Beamon personally said he would give up!"

"How is this possible? Beamon would also give up? "

"..."

The people in the stands were all boiling with excitement. They were all discussing amongst themselves, none of them believing that the powerful Behemoths would actually give up and give up the match.

"What's going on?" Moran's eyes widened. The battle that he was clearly destined to lose had actually turned for the better at this moment. Behemoths who were hailed as the strongest in the young strong battles had actually chosen to forfeit.

Salamon also recovered from his shock and said with a smile, "Although I don't know why, but it seems like this guy's luck is very good!"

The Orc Judge couldn't believe it either. He asked in a stutter, "Miss Omega, admitting defeat means giving up the right to compete. In other words, admitting defeat. Are you sure this is what you mean? "

"Are you deaf?" Of course it's my real intention! "

Then she gave Ron a hard look and said proudly, "Ron, let's see you win this time. Let me tell you, next time. Next time, you won't be so lucky! "

With that, he left the arena in big strides with his head held high under everyone's gaze, leaving behind only an astonished Ron.

The Orc Judge and Ron looked at each other, puzzled.

There was no helping it, the Orc referee could only raise Ron's arm, "Omicade has forfeited, the victor is Ron!"

As soon as his words fell, the spectators in the stands began to curse him. Countless snacks, firm fruit shells, whatever else he wanted to throw down was thrown down.

"If I beat your mom …"

"Victory my ass! With this human kid's strength, how could he defeat Beamon?"

"If Beamon hadn't given up the match, do you think a lowly human would have won?"

"What a lucky boy!"

"Fuck you!"

Ron was also quite innocent. He wanted a fair fight with Omicade, but he was not given the chance. Helpless, he could only step out step by step.

On the way back to the contestant lounge, Ron once again saw the old orc who had given him the age test. At this moment, he was smiling mischievously as he glanced at Ron, "Not bad, there are no injuries on his body. Give up …"

Without waiting for Ron's reply, he said, "However, it's normal for you to give up. Your opponent is a powerful Behemoths!"

Ron smiled. "I wanted to duel with her, but unfortunately, she gave up in the end …"

"What?" The old orc trembled and looked at him in disbelief.

Ron, no longer needing to talk to him, shook his head and walked away.

"I never thought that the powerful Behemoths would give up!" The old orc muttered as he watched Ron's back.

"Omega …"

At that moment, a familiar figure appeared in Ron's line of sight. He raised his head slightly. It was Moran.

Moran was wearing a long blue dress today. She looked very charming. Half of her body was leaning against the wall. It seemed like she had been waiting for a long time.

"Ron, I knew you were going to pass!"

Smiling, Ron said lightly, "What's the matter?"

"Congratulations on passing the first round of group stages!" Moran smiled and offered his blessings.

"Thank you!" Ron nodded slightly.

She reached out and straightened Ron's collar. Then she pulled his hair out, tilted her head, and studied it for a moment. He then smiled, "Although I don't know why, I'm very satisfied with your performance so far!"

Ron was speechless for a long moment before he said slowly, "You came to tell me this?"

"Of course not..." Mo Lan smiled, "I'm here to tell your next opponent, and also to warn you not to let your guard down …"

After pausing for a moment, Moran said, "Your opponent in the second round of group stages has already been determined, and he's the one who defeated Tamil Tiger, the ninth stage Snow Wolf. Ron, this fight won't be that easy!"

"A ninth stage Snow Gale Wolf?" Ron nodded slightly, a serious look in his eyes.

"Come on, Ron!" But in her eyes, besides encouragement, there seemed to be something else.

After the first round, Ron won the title of "Lucky Boy". When everyone looked back on his contestants' experiences, they discovered that he seemed to have been full of luck the whole way, that his opponents in the preliminaries were all humans, and that he had passed the first round of the group competition with ease.

On the Colosseum, a medium build Beastman was standing on a tall railing. This was a place that others would find hard to stand on. He overlooked the entire Colosseum. He stood there silently for a long time without uttering a single word.

At this time, a smiling face revealed itself behind him, and said, "Brother, you've stood here daydreaming again!"

The man who was called Brother was Chou. The one who was talking was his younger brother, Layton. Chasing was eight years younger, and his occupation was different. He was a Shaman, and was also a participant in the young strong competitions.

Shamans were a special profession, similar to human mages. They could use ranged attacks, but the talent of the Beastmen determined that this profession had a strong close combat ability.

Chasing's younger brother, Layton, was a Shaman who could use pure ranged attacks.

Shaman jobs can be divided into: Apprentice Shaman, Shaman, Totem Shaman, Totem Shaman, and Prophet.

The Prophet was a Saint-level combatant.

He took a glance at his younger brother and nodded as a form of greeting. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "I like to stay at the top of the mountain and think about things silently. The incoming wind makes me feel awake!"

The brothers Chou and Layton both came from a poor family of orcs, and their parents had died. The two brothers had always been dependent on each other, and it was not easy for them to reach this point.

Chasing's personality was dull, but his younger brother's character was the opposite. He was very open and talkative.

As soon as Layton climbed up to stand beside Chou, his face lit up with excitement.

"Brother, have you heard?" "You think that the strongest opponent of the young strong fights, Behemoths, has already left the young strong competition!" Layton said happily.

"I've been watching!" Unlike Layton, Chuang didn't have any expression of joy on his face. His expression was calm.

Layton was surprised, "Brother, don't tell me you aren't happy? Beamon has left the competition, and you have lost another one of your strongest enemies in the young strong competition! "

Chou smiled but didn't reply. Omicade's withdrawal didn't make him excited, on the contrary, it made him feel a faint sense of loss.

The heart of a warrior was unafraid of any challenges. Unfortunately, right now, Layton didn't understand. He was still immersed in his joy, seeming to have lost an opponent. His older brother was now one step closer to his goal.

Layton ignored Chou's expression and continued, "That Behemoths originally had the strength to become champions. It's such a pity to withdraw from the competition like this, but they ended up getting taken advantage of by that human. Bro, do you know? "That human got the title of 'Lucky Boy'. Hehe, his luck is too good. In the first round of the group competition, everyone thought that he would lose, but in the end he actually won the match unharmed …"

"No!"

Layton continued to speak, but was interrupted by Chasing.

Layton's eyes widened. "Brother, what did you say?"

Chasing said slowly, "Layton, you are wrong about one thing. That human is not someone who only relies on luck!"

He stood up one by one, "I have never thought that luck is a very mysterious thing. In the end, luck is the embodiment of a person's strength. If a person doesn't have strength, then he wouldn't have luck …"

After saying that, he turned around and jumped down the railing, leaving behind a stunned Leighton.

Beamon Omega was his rival, so he had been paying close attention to the entire fight. With his eagle-like eyes looking down at the audience, he could clearly see everyone's expressions. Beamon's withdrawal had indeed surprised him, but what surprised him even more was that the human was extremely calm when facing Beamon.

Even he, Chasing Thunder, might not be this calm. He knew that this peace was not an act, but a confidence in his own strength.

He had a hunch that the human called Ron must be a strong opponent.

… ….

The second round of the group competition continued. Today's match was especially eye-catching as everyone wanted to see Lucky Boy Ron against the ninth level demonic beast, the Snow Wolf. Everyone wanted to see if Lucky Boy today could continue to be as lucky as he was yesterday.

The bets in Zuma City, the capital of the Beastmen Empire, had also begun, but the odds were pitifully low on Ron's bet.

It was still the same orc referee, and when Ron stepped onto the stage again, he was extremely depressed. He was the referee for almost every time this guy went on stage, and it was hard to tell if this was fate.

Standing across from Ron was a man with a devilish appearance. His skin was as white as snow, and he wore a set of luxurious tight clothes. A hint of coldness flashed across his face.

The Class 9 Violent Snow Wolf specialised in both wind and water magic, and its physical strength was also extremely powerful. In its previous battle with the Tamil Tiger, its earth-shattering power had revealed to everyone its terrifying strength.

With a cold sneer, he said in a high-pitched voice, "Hehe, so you are the legendary 'Lucky Boy'. However, today you have the misfortune to meet me, it seems that your luck has ended!"

"Cut the crap, let's fight!" Ron said bluntly, ignoring him.

"You …"

The Gale Snow Wolf did not expect Ron to be so arrogant that he almost choked to death. His face was flushed with anger, and no human being in his image would dare to speak to him like that.

With the corner of his mouth slightly tilted upwards, two sharp teeth were revealed. He said in a deep voice, "Abominable human, I'll let you know how powerful I am in a moment. There will be a price for your words … …"

The orc referee glanced at both sides and said loudly, "If no one gives up, then the match shall begin!" See the launch. No ads, please.

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