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Chapter 30: Males Remain Young Until Death?!

Has this guy grown his arms back again?

As if to show off, the Crab Beastman let out a chuckle. “Beautiful female, didn’t scare you, did I?”

Lolo had lost quite a bit of weight recently, and today’s red dress made her look even better. Her lips were red, her teeth bright—she looked like a completely different person compared to two weeks ago.

Gathering her courage, she reached out to touch the Crab Beastman’s arm. “This… grew back?”

“Yep, impressive, right?”

The Crab Beastman looked proud. Then, leaning close to her ear, he whispered, “So… want to mate with me?”

His eyes hinted that every part of him could grow endlessly—even that part.

Lolo felt harassed and pushed him away. “You fight your battles. Don’t involve me.”

Seeing her insist on leaving, the Crab Beastman suddenly lost interest and shouted, “Fine, not fighting anymore. Boring.”

The Kangaroo Beastman blocked her path. “You can’t leave. If you go, where’s the fun in fighting?”

Lolo frowned. “What does it have to do with me? Don’t pin this on me.”

She was just passing by—why did their fight suddenly become her problem?

“Hey, female, don’t leave.”

“Yeah, you can’t go. We’ve got bets riding on this.”

“Block her, don’t let her leave.”

The Beastmen outside the fence shouted encouragement, while those inside loved watching fights and cheered even louder.

Suddenly, Lolo was being watched by everyone. Finding a quiet corner was impossible.

“Beautiful female, sit here.”

“You just sit, don’t have to do anything.”

“Here, have some meat and nuts first.”

Several Beastmen moved stone stools for her and brought food, practically pushing her into a seat.

Since she couldn’t leave, Lolo sat down and began eating.

Whatever—better eat first. If she was full, her chances of surviving this fight might even be higher.

Once Lolo was seated, the Kangaroo and Crab Beastmen officially began their battle.

The Kangaroo Beastman launched the first attack, swinging his muscular arms in a rapid combo.

Every punch landed hard, fast enough to leave afterimages.

A single punch hit the Crab Beastman’s face, knocking him flat.

Lolo couldn’t help but shout, “Good! Nice hit!”

One cheer led to everyone joining in; the crowd erupted.

Having eaten a few nuts, Lolo was lifted with her stool to a high corner of the platform.

Looking around, she thought, wow, the view here is amazing.

It was like watching a fight up close. The two male Beastmen fought fiercely, and she couldn’t help getting excited watching them.

But when the Crab Beastman’s massive hand clamped down on the Kangaroo Beastman’s head, blood splattered everywhere. Lolo froze in terror.

She gagged as the reality hit.

Oh my god, this is horrifying.

She tried to stand and leave but was pushed back into her seat, more food being delivered.

Surrounded by so many males, there was no escape—her retreat was completely blocked.

The Kangaroo Beastman soon became a lifeless corpse, and the Crab Beastman, having absorbed his energy, advanced a rank on the spot.

He ran around showing off his enormous arms, proud as if he’d won an Olympic gold medal, almost wrapped in a national flag.

Lolo quietly moved her stool back; she did not want blood splashing on her.

Watching this kind of bloody fight was fine on TV or in movies, but in person, it was terrifying.

Soon, another male came up to challenge—but he wasn’t stepping up willingly; someone threw him onto the stage.

His arms, legs, and torso were covered in hard shells, and even half of his face was encased.

It was a Turtle Beastman.

A turtle versus a crab—this could be interesting.

Outside the fence, those who had bet on the Kangaroo Beastman immediately switched to the Turtle Beastman.

“The dead don’t count. Let’s see who’s laughing last.”

One Beastman added two more hides to the bets. “Split the bets left and right—red on the left, blue on the right.”

Everyone agreed. After all, who laughs last is the real winner.

Soon, the crowd split into two sides.

“I bet the red side wins!”

“The blue side is unbeatable.”

Everyone chose red or blue, except Ziye, who insisted, “I bet that female will laugh last and be the true winner.”

Some didn’t understand, some mocked him, but most were focused on the Beastmen fighting fiercely on the stage.

Ziye was pushed by someone, coughed, furrowed his brow, and broke into a cold sweat.

In contrast, Chi Yao and Xiaozhan both only had Lolo in their eyes—one afraid she’d die, the other wanting her dead.

They ignored Ziye completely, while A Jin asked with concern, “Father, are you okay?”

Ziye forced a smile. “I’m fine.”

The Crab Beastman launched a fierce assault, slapping the Turtle Beastman’s back with huge hands.

But the Turtle barely flinched. Clearly, his solid shell made the attacks harmless.

The Crab Beastman used all his strength, but could not hurt him at all.

He soon lost his composure, swinging wildly, roaring in frustration.

Just as he was near madness, the Turtle Beastman struck with a killing blow.

The Crab Beastman’s skull was crushed, and the Turtle calmly absorbed his energy.

Looking at Lolo, he said, “Beautiful female, you…”

“No mating,” Lolo responded almost instinctively.

“How about dating then? That’s fine, right?” The Turtle Beastman’s voice was old, like a wizened elder.

Lolo frowned. “We’re not compatible.”

“Not compatible? Tell me and I’ll change.”

“Age isn’t compatible.”

“You’re in your prime, I’m still vigorous. We’d be perfect.”

Lolo gritted her teeth. This old man—so old, yet still thinking about mating? Doesn’t he fear a heart attack?

Could it be… males really stay young until death?!

“Ahem… our genders aren’t compatible,” she said, too lazy to waste words.

The Turtle Beastman, however, thought Lolo was interested in him; otherwise, why joke with him?

She hadn’t joked with anyone else, so clearly he still had charm. Old but still vigorous—prime mating age.

“You just sit there. Once I defeat these idiots, tonight we mate.”

The Turtle Beastman winked and grinned lewdly.

Lolo turned her face away, wishing he’d just get beaten to death already.

The fights continued. Lolo covered her eyes, leaving a slit open to occasionally check the progress.

After some time, the Turtle Beastman could no longer defend himself and was killed on the stage.

The one who defeated him was a Spider Beastman—wide-hipped, thick-waisted, with a high chest.

Clearly a very fertile female.

She looked around and shouted, “Who dares to face me next?”

The males below looked at each other.

None wanted to fight her; they just wanted to mate with her.

Such a well-built female—what a waste to kill her.

No one stepped up, though many shouted lewd remarks.

“I’ll go, is that okay?”

“Hahaha, even just mating is fine.”

“This one looks like she could have lots of offspring.”

“Yes, ten or eight at a time for sure.”

The Spider Beastman looked at the crude remarks and, rather than angry, proudly said, “Ten or eight? I can have hundreds in one go!”

Wow~

The males cheered, thinking she was a treasure and wanting to mate with her immediately.

Seeing no one step up, the Spider Beastman suddenly looked at Lolo.

“You, come over and spar with me.”