The dragon's harem

The Primary eliminations have ended, and the secondary rounds were going to start. With Feu Mar and Soi Mi dropping out, there weren’t that many fighters left. In fact, there will be only two fights in this stage.

Arad against Pig God Gor, and The Mother of Spiders Miani, facing The Demon Blade Han. Until now, Arad had been present in all of the fights, except the last one, so the crowd wanted to see him again, see what his deal was, and see him clash against the giant Pig God.

The referee was a bit late to the arena as she was checking on her husband Han, but now that she arrived, she cleared her throat and pointed at the red gate.

“He might be fat! But he definitely isn’t weak! The man who swallowed the Love Path Master Ki whole and shat her in the arena’s bathrooms, the one man who couldn’t be hurt by any attacks, and the one who can consume it all!!!” She shouted, and from the red gate, Pig God Gor rolled into the arena, looking a bit fatter than last time.

This was what the crowd came here to watch: a freak show. They didn’t come here to see people kill each other, and they didn’t come to see a blinding clash of immortals. What they wanted was an entertaining clash among monsters, beings that were far removed from their reality.

What the people wanted was fun, and fun was what they’ll get.

As Pig God reached the centre of the stage, he lifted his head, looked up, and slowly lifted one of his fists, which looked more like a tiny lump sticking out of the side of his round, obese body.

The spectators burst into cheers, and for once, Pig God did speak. “I’ve consumed everything from monsters to immortals, but today… I don’t know if even I can digest him. Wish me good luck!”

At the blue gate, Arad stood with Eris at his side, and now, he had taken off his clothes and was going to fight in shorts. He did want to give the people a show, but also wanted to match Pig God’s outfit, who looked naked, but probably worse, something between those endless folds of fat.

“Don’t kill him. I’m a goddess of murder, but I won’t want to see a death here.” She smiled, reached to touch Arad’s arm.

Arad smiled as he rested both fists on his hips, “Don’t worry, I’m not that stupid. I’ll force him out to his limit, but won’t really hurt him.” He looked at her and then back at the arena. “I wonder what hides beneath all of that fat.”

“I think those people are going to be more surprised seeing you now than what hides inside Gor’s fat.” She reached toward Arad and licked his back. “Go, and come back to us quickly.”

Arad cracked his neck as she slapped him on the butt, and he headed to fight.

“From the blue gate! We got the Lumberjack, the one man who caused the most chaos in this tournament! How did he stop the divine beasts?! How far does his power reach? And what is his relationship with Lady Bloody Rose?!” The referee shouted with a large grin on her face, “That is indeed a story I want to hear, but not now, at this moment, we welcome him back on stage as a fighter!”

From the blue gate, Arad entered the arena, but he wasn’t walking.

“What’s that? A steel ball?” One of the people watching gasped for a second, but then quickly rubbed his eyes and looked again, seeing Arad rolling into the arena like an old barrel. The people fell silent, and even the referee couldn’t say a single word, and just looked at the massive ball of pure muscles that crawled into the middle of the arena.

Pig God smiled, but that couldn’t be noticed from how folded his face was. “I can’t walk, that is why I roll. Are you making fun of me?”

Arad smiled as he unravelled and stood up, “Of course not, my friend. I’m just trying how it feels, to roll around.”

When Arad stood, everyone, even Pig God, had another thing take their gaze, Arad’s massive, flawless body. This absolute unit of a man was twelve feet tall, standing like a giant of pure muscles and bones without a single hair or a blemish on his flesh. His arms were thicker than any woman’s hips, and his legs were as massive as tree trunks, but something else was far stranger.

“What… are those muscles?!” A man among the spectators gasped as he could count twelve abs on Arad’s abdomen. He also had far more obliques than any human should, and the chest itself was far too massive.

But the more stunning part of Arad’s body was his back, which had a completely different musculature than humans to accommodate his draconic wings and thick tail. In this human form, the wings and tail were nowhere to be seen, but the muscles and joints where they should attach clearly remained, giving Arad this strange, stupidly jacked back.

“Are you even human?” Pig God gasped, and Arad looked at him with a smile. “I could say the same about you.”

Arad then shifted his gaze toward the blushing and flabbergasted referee, “Lady, you’d better get out of the arena. This fight will get ugly in a few seconds.” Hearing Arad’s deep voice, she gasped and rushed away, quickly waving her arm, and the gong rang loudly across the entire underground fighting arena.

“Shall we start?” Arad stood in place, rested both fists on his hips, and gave Pig God a smile. “Come, show me what you can do.”

In that instant, Pig God’s fat moved like worms, and from it, a massive hand flew at Arad’s chest, breaking the sound barrier in a fraction of a second and landing a direct open-palm slam on his chest, aiming to blast him out of the entire arena.

The impact was so powerful that the ground beneath them cracked, and the few people who stood at the edge of the arena had their eardrums shattered from the loud shockwave.

Yet, Arad stood still without budging an inch, and he had taken the hit directly and with a smile. “What a lovely hit. What if I told you that I know a petite woman who weighs no more than 120 pounds who can slap far better than this?”

“You took that hit and didn’t move?” Pig God was sweating, “I’ll probably believe it. With this slap, I’ve made many large monsters spit their organs out.”

Arad took a few steps forward as Pig God pulled his arm back. “Do you know why I didn’t move?” Arad then opened his arms wide. “Because… I’m fatter than you. Try lifting me up if you could.”

Pig God froze for a second, gave Arad’s body a second look, and chuckled. “Fatter? Or do you mean heavier? I can’t see a drop of fat on your body.” He reached forward, slowly, and grabbed Arad by the armpits and tried to lift him up, and couldn’t.

It was at that moment that Pig God understood that he wasn’t dealing with someone who was just strong, but with something that far surpassed the concept of strength. He was dealing with a powerful titan.

“See? Told you I’m fatter.” Arad swung his arms down, grabbed Pig God’s hands underneath his armpits, and then, Pig God’s massive body lifted off the floor, the crowd screamed, and Pig God paled as he saw Arad lifting him by the arms, and then, he was getting flipped and sent face-first toward the hard ground.

That was a double overhook throw, and Pig God’s massive body was sent crashing down like a meteor.