NOVEL Don't confiscate my identity as a human race Chapter 738 - 674: Lanci’s Bullying the Lesser King

Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 738 - 674: Lanci’s Bullying the Lesser King
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In the height of summer nights, some say the twinkling stars are the Eyes of the Gods perched high in the sky.

In District 6 of the North Shore of Pariel, the capital city of the Poseen Kingdom, the Sacred Silvervine Arena is approximately 25 kilometers from the center of Pariel and can be easily reached via the public transportation system.

As the designated venue for the Floral City Holy Grail Servitor Competition and a multifunctional arena, the Sacred Silvervine Arena is bustling with excitement all year round, not only for masters and contestants but also for a large number of spectators who enjoy watching the competitions as a leisure activity, and some even make a small fortune betting or simply restarting.

Its location means it serves not only the athletic and cultural activities of the Pariel region but also is convenient for audiences from across the entire Poseen Kingdom and even internationally.

But a kilometer further north, and you’ll find a deserted district.

Simply because, the Sacred Silvervine Arena is very close to the entrance of the Poseen Demon World.

Pass through the gates with ancient spatial barriers in the north, and you enter the Poseen Demon World.

And Districts 7 to 10 in the northern part of Floral City Pariel are the Demon World. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪

Ordinary residents of Floral City stop at the vicinity of the arena and do not venture deeper into the Demon World, where humans are no longer protected by special laws, and the Demon Race is no longer absolutely restricted from harming humans.

This Sacred Silvervine Arena is thus called a "Boundary" landmark to some extent.

At this moment, at eight in the evening, numerous sections of the arena are simultaneously hosting more than ten Servitor competitions.

On a magic fluorescent screen hanging in one of the annexes, the information of the two contestants is being displayed.

[Rocky McCarthy, versus, Borgonia Perli]

[Rocky, a contracted servant of the Baptist Family, 9 wins, 0 losses]

[Borgonia, a henchman hired by the Standeck Express Group, 173 wins, 21 losses]

On the screen, the contestant on the blue side of the dividing line is a butler-dressed man with brown hair and green eyes, while on the red side, an opponent of the Dragon Demon Race with a burly frame and wild eyes.

Many spectators in the stands and bleachers are focused on this match.

"Is this butler really human?"

"He’s been brought by the mischievous Earl’s Daughter of the Baptist family and has won nine straight games already."

"At first, everyone though Miss Christina was here to torment him, but it turns out she’s here to show off the Baptist family’s wealth."

Many regulars of the Sacred Silvervine Arena are abuzz with discussion.

Miss Christina Baptiste has no real reputation in the Servitor competition circles, but her brother is somewhat known among insiders.

Usually, the Baptist Family competes with Mr. Kyle leading their Demon Race servants.

Since Mr. Kyle does not pay much attention to the strength and training of servants, his battle record isn’t all that special.

But because his servants’ basic quality is so high, sometimes they still win.

It’s all about thoughtless spending.

This is the first time everyone has seen Mr. Kyle’s sister personally bring a servant to compete.

And this time, surprisingly, it’s a human butler.

"It’s starting, it’s starting."

The voice of someone unknown spreads, and the gazes from the auditorium once again turn toward the crystal screen hanging in the annex.

It is already the butler’s tenth battle of the night.

The Baptist family’s already extraordinary reputation, coupled with a string of victories, has quickly garnered attention.

This battle is exceeding all previous ones he’s fought, facing the Servitor Demon Dragon Borgonia Perli, who has fought nearly two hundred battles with a win rate of 89.17%.

Both sides have already entered the "Infinite Phantom Canyon" within the Artificial Shadow World activation terminal, commencing a one-on-one battle with random terrain.

The top-tier activation terminal in the Sacred Silvervine Arena is capable of supporting dozens of competitions concurrently, and this battle is clearly drawing more and more attention from the current audience in the area.

Many believe that it will be difficult for a newcomer, no matter how strong, to defeat such an opponent.

"It’s because he wins too quickly that he has to face veterans like Borgonia."

"A sixth-order Pureblood Demon Race, and of the Dragon Demon Race at that, ordinary sixth-orders would hardly be able to fight him."

In the midst of discussions, the screen shows a rugged mountainous landscape.

Steep rocks and protruding mountain ranges form a natural arena, scattered with valleys sharply cut by rocks and unpredictable traps.

In the distance, the undulating mountain range casts long shadows under the moonlight.

The camera passes over a man dressed as a butler with brown hair and green eyes.

He carries himself with an elegant composure as if the confrontation he is about to face is not a life-and-death struggle but a routine tea party.

His adversary is a bulky Dragon Demon Race fighter, radiating a desire for slaughter.

A minute of preparation time before the battle passes.

The moment the battle horn sounds, the Dragon Demon Race fighter’s primal force is ignited, and his body starts to twist and deform, his muscles bulge, his skin turns into scales, and he transforms into a massive black giant dragon, stretching his wings and flying into the sky.

The battle begins with the Dragon Demon Race fighter employing his clan’s unique Dragon Transformation Magic.

The audience area falls silent, every gaze locked onto the screen, their heartbeats accelerating almost in unison at this moment.

The agile black dragon soars and spirals in the air, generating strong winds with the flap of its wings. Its claws glint with the sheen of death, and its open maw emits an ear-splitting roar. With a sweep of its wings, it creates a torrent of air, swooping at an unimaginable speed towards the butler who seems to have no chance of resisting.

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