Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

On one of the stands in the arena, a beautiful female silver elf looked down with a tense and worried expression, her hands clasped together in front of her chest as if in prayer.

The arena was filled with a cacophony of noise as the bell rang to signal the start of the deathmatch.

Ten warriors from different races began a bloody battle to the death.

The battle was incredibly bloody, turning into a chaotic melee from the very beginning.

Sharp giant blades were swung, sweat and blood splattered on the field, and roars, howls and screams mingled together.

Although these warriors were of low rank, it was this primitive, savage, and bloody fighting, with its shocking wounds and splattering blood, that stirred up the audience's frenzied emotions.

These ten warriors were mostly at the Hundred Souls Realm or Thousand Souls Realm.

For their race, this level already represents the pinnacle of their combat strength!

Even their moves are mostly quite barbaric. They have the level and attributes of the Thousand Soul Realm, but they rely mainly on brute force, lacking any dueling skills or high-level abilities.

That minotaur warrior could only use first-tier warrior skills, such as charge, horizontal slash, and heavy chop. Moreover, the angles, techniques, and methods of exertion were all typical unorthodox. At least 35% of the skill's power was not utilized. Its only advantage might be its reckless attitude.

However, in a battle between superhumans, having reckless courage alone is of no use.

Ye Ge observed the bloody battle. As a student personally taught by the principal of the War Academy, the deathmatch techniques of these backward races were full of flaws in his eyes.

Ye Ge felt that if he, a top player, were to operate this arena, even if he only had the strength of the Earth Realm, he could easily survive to the end.

Did those top experts from all races feel the same way when they looked at the human race in the past?

Soon, seven warriors had fallen in the deathmatch arena.

Some had their heads chopped off, some had their bodies dismembered, and some were crushed into a bloody pulp.

The middle-aged male silver elf warrior plunged the old short sword into the body of a wraith, then pulled it out, killing the wraith.

But he was already badly injured, with less than 30% of his HP and MP remaining.

Ye Ge narrowed his eyes.

This silver elf warrior was the only one among these people who possessed decent swordsmanship.

As expected, they were once a glorious race with a rich history. Although they are now in decline, they still have some of the combat skills that have been passed down.

Unfortunately, he was only a warrior at the first level of the Thousand Soul Realm.

Opposite him, a muscular monster of the multi-armed race had already walked up to him with a ferocious expression. He was a fifth-level Thousand Soul Realm cultivator.

Only the two of them remained in the deathmatch arena.

"Roar!" The four-armed monster roared and charged forward, brandishing its weapon.

"Father!" the silver elf girl in the stands screamed.

The middle-aged silver elf warrior gritted his teeth, stood up, and raised his short sword to parry.

"when!"

"Snap..."

Unfortunately, the powerful, blood-stained giant axe shattered his white-quality short sword in a single blow.

At the same time, the axe cleaved through his armor, leaving a clear, canyon-like gash in his chest!

The middle-aged silver elf warrior immediately fell into a pool of blood.

"Hooohoo!!!!"

The four-armed monster raised its four strong arms high and roared with its head tilted back.

He was bleeding profusely from many wounds on his body, but he paid no heed.

The audience from all ethnic groups inside the stadium erupted in cheers once again, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Li Shuying looked at the scene in the deathmatch arena, her expression complex: "What a cruel opening performance..."

Ye Ge rubbed his nose: "Opening performance? Actually, it's not really. The subsequent matches will be similar, and they'll only be more brutal. This battle was only put in the opening ceremony because it's considered low-level."

Li Shuying exclaimed in surprise, "Then...we humans should also..."

“Hmm.” Ye Ge said slowly, “Our human race will naturally send warriors to participate in similar competitions. There are competitions for low-level warriors, mid-level warriors, and high-level warriors... The losing race will have to cede territory and resources.”

Arthur exclaimed in surprise: "Huh???"

"Otherwise, what do you think the Summit of All Races is for?" Ye Ge said quietly, "Do you really think it's just a sports exchange conference for honor?"

"..." Everyone fell silent.

Inside the deathmatch arena, several silver elves had already rushed into the area to check on the middle-aged elven warrior.

The beautiful silver elf knelt beside her, covering her mouth and nose and weeping softly.

Ye Ge glanced at it and thought that although this was an exhibition match, it still involved betting.

The Silver Elf will probably fall out of the top 500 among all races now.

Becoming a subordinate race to another race is practically inevitable.

......

They left the Dragon Nest Stadium.

Everyone's expressions were somewhat solemn.

Ye Ge said, "You should all go back first. I need to go to the palace to discuss the Summit of All Races with the Empress."

Li Shuying, Bai Qing, Shen Tu, and Arthur nodded: "Yes."

Everyone turned around and got into the car.

Xia Xiyao pouted and lowered her head in frustration.

Xiaoye is just too busy, and I haven't had a chance to get close to her.

But that's just how Saya is...

He is the ruler of the Southern Territory, the acting patriarch of the Night Clan, and one of the most important leaders in the entire Human Empire.

He has so many important things to do, how could I let him be distracted?

"Yao Yao." Ye Ge's voice came.

"Hmm!" Xia Xiyao suddenly looked up.

Her blank, clear eyes looked up and met Ye Ge's smiling gaze.

"What are you thinking about? Everyone's already on the bus."

"Oh...no, it's nothing..." Xia Xiyao smiled slightly, revealing a pitiful yet sensible expression: "You go ahead, I'll go back obediently with everyone."

“Yes.” Ye Ge sighed. “But speaking of which, I feel that Yao Yao has become indifferent to me since I came back this time.”

“…Huh?!?” Xia Xiyao was taken aback.

Why have I become cold towards you? It shouldn't be you being cold to me...

I was the first person to cling to you after you came back, okay!

"Just now in the private room, Shuying gave me a lap pillow, and Yezi gave me a massage." Yege showed a sad expression: "But it seems that only Yaoyao doesn't seem to care about me much."

Xia Xiyao: "???"

"If it were the old Yao Yao, she would definitely have let me rest in her arms," ​​Ye Ge sighed, deliberately putting on a sad expression.

"I...I..." Xia Xiyao looked at Ye Ge's expression and immediately panicked, "I thought..."

"Actually, what I want most is Yao Yao's lap pillow," Ye Ge said.

Xia Xiyao: "!!!!"

"In short, it's all Yao Yao's fault. It hurts me so much." Ye Ge looked into Xia Xi Yao's innocent eyes: "So, how is Yao Yao going to make it up to me?"