I Inherited Empire with Fake Pregnancy

The martial arts competition held every three years is of great concern to all parties, as small as an ordinary citizen.

Especially this time this year.

Because just the day before the martial arts competition started, Major General Eugene, the son of the old Marshal Huobi of the First Military Region, was promoted to the eighth rank.

Eugene replaced Raymond and became the youngest orc of the eighth rank in the history of the Orc Empire.

After Eugene was promoted to the eighth rank, even though the soldiers of the First Military Region complained about Eugene's arrogant and arrogant nature in the past, they couldn't cover up the light of the opponent's eighth rank at the moment.

The first round of the competition is about to begin. On the judges' table, the top leaders of the major military regions have already taken their seats.

Old Marshal Huobi talked and laughed with the other two old marshals in a low voice, and let out a burst of hearty laughter from time to time, which showed the master's incomparable good mood.

Raymond was the last to enter the arena, and he arranged Jin Wowo in the VIP box on the second floor, where a holographic screen was installed, allowing a 360-degree panorama of the arena without blind spots.

Raymond sat down on the judging panel, and first said "Congratulations" to the old marshal Huobi.

Huobi laughed and said: "Eugene is only at the eighth level, and he is still far away from you. I hope he can reach the ninth level at your age."

This incompetent son finally took a breath, and the old Huobi could not hide his pride and relief in his tone.

Raymond smiled faintly and nodded.

The rules of the game are random draws, two-two duels, but all participating generals use numbers, and whoever is drawn is the one.

If any player is unfortunately faced with a player who is one level higher than himself, he can only consider himself unlucky.

Before the start of the competition, each group of contestants must pass the instrument test and other levels.

The one who was fighting against Eugene was a seventh-rank mid-level general of the Fourth Military Region. After the two tested, Eugene glanced at each other from the corner of his eyes, and said arrogantly: "Take out all your fighting skills at the bottom of the box, maybe you can still fight!" Call me for a few more seconds."

Eugene was promoted to the eighth rank at such a young age, and the general of the fourth district was quite adored, but he was so contemptuous by Eugene, he suddenly became angry.

The general said angrily: "The level of rank is not the only criterion for judging the strength of an orc. How many seventh-rank orcs did Major General Moses defeat at the level of a sixth-level intermediate?!"

Eugene chuckled, "Hahaha, the Major General Moses you're talking about has already turned into a cripple with energy. I don't know where he's lingering in a corner now."

Major General Moses is the best senior in their Fourth Military Region. To this day, the whole army is learning her combat skills.

But Eugene uttered slanderous words at this time, which made the young general very angry.

In a VIP box on the second floor, Eugene's mother, Heller, and Duke Nolan sat around the holographic screen, watching all the happenings in the arena.

Heller frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Eugene's performance, "Is Eugene overly proud?"

Eugene's mother gave Heller a dissatisfied look, staring at her son's arrogant and arrogant expression on the holographic screen, with unstoppable pride in her eyes, "He has that capital."

"Hahahaha, that's right! Eugene is the youngest eighth-rank orc in the history of the empire." Duke Nolan slapped his thigh, laughed and praised, "It's really worthy of having half the blood of our Nolan family."

Eugene's mother pursed her lips with a look of satisfaction beyond words.

Heller rolled his fox eyes and said, "Auntie, Eugene is now at the eighth rank, and uncle is already old. It's time to hand over the First Military Region to Eugene."

Eugene's mother frowned, "Huobie is only 150 this year, and he is in good health. He will be fine for another 50 years."

Heller said: "Auntie, the First Military Region must be completely in our hands before we can rest assured."

"Heller is right, sister, you are from the Nolan family, and the blood of the Nolan family is on your body. Don't show it to an outsider." Duke Nolan said.

Eugene's mother felt a little uncomfortable about what her brother said, but she nodded without saying anything.

On the field, Eugene has already entered the arena with the general from the fourth district.

Energy diaphragms are installed around the arena to prevent players from flying around during the competition and accidentally injuring spectators off the field.

The energy diaphragm was opened, the referee sounded the whistle, and the game officially started.

The contestants in the fourth district immediately transformed into a giant leopard.

And Eugene was still in human form, he smiled contemptuously at the leopard: "I can easily defeat you in human form."

The leopard roared, kicked its four claws, and flew towards Eugene.

Eugene resorted to level suppression, and the figure of the leopard froze in mid-air, and fell to the ground, shaking his body.

Fear of higher ranks is an instinctive reaction of orcs, but the generals have undergone rigorous training, and they can generally overcome the instinctive fear with only a gap of one rank.

The leopard walked back and forth twice in the arena, and when it saw the right moment, it rushed towards Eugene again.

Eugene also became cautious at this time. The strength of the eighth level was not as strong as he imagined. He originally thought that he only needed to suppress the level to make the opponent lie down.

The moment the leopard rushed over, Eugene transformed into a big white tiger.

The people outside the venue did not hear what Eugene said just now, and it is natural for him to transform into a beast now.

But a few people who are familiar with Eugene's animal shape showed a slightly puzzled expression.

After Eugene upgraded to the eighth level, why does the animal form look about the same size as before?

The beast shape of an orc will increase in size according to the increase in level, just like Raymond.

When Raymond was at the eighth stage, his length was a little over 27 meters, and at the ninth stage, his length had already reached more than 33 meters.

Old Marshal Huobi, who was in the judges' seat, looked at the leopards and tigers fighting fiercely in the arena, and his expression gradually became serious.

He is also an eighth-level orc himself, and the gap between the eighth-level and the seventh-level is not a little bit. It stands to reason that Eugene should be overwhelmingly subdued against the seventh-level intermediate orc.

But the two beasts have been fighting for five or six minutes, and the winner has not yet been decided. It can only be seen that Eugene is slightly superior.

Raymond said at the right time, "I don't think Eugene has tried his best."

Now that Derrick hasn't played yet, Old Marshal Huobi can't let the old Marshal discover the clues early.

Huobi loosened his brows when he heard this, and said with a chuckle: "This kid."

This kid also knows how to save face for the opponent. Although doing so is more contempt for the opponent, but on the battlefield, it can defeat the opponent's psychology even more.

Marshal Munchell of the Fourth Military Region is a female and the only female orc of the eighth rank in the empire.

At first, she saw that the generals under her command were on par with Eugene's eighth-level junior at the level of the seventh-level intermediate level, and she was very proud, so she heard Raymond say this.

She said: "That's not necessarily the case, I think Eugene is working hard."

When old Hobby heard this, he felt a little unhappy.

An eighth-level orc fighting a seventh-level intermediate orc, fighting like this with all his strength?

It was so embarrassing that he would rather believe that Eugene wasn't doing his best.

In the arena at this time, Eugene had already thrown the leopard down and bit the leopard hard on the neck.

The leopard raised its big paw, and one paw lined up on the white tiger's eyes.

The white tiger was biting tightly and would not let go, the leopard shook its head frantically, bright red liquid oozed from its fur.

The referee pressed the alarm bell in time, but Bai Hu still did not let go.

Seeing the leopard's life was passing by little by little, Marshal Munchell of the Fourth Military Region became anxious, pointed at Eugene and cursed: "Damn it, Eugene, you bastard, this is against the rules!"

Huobi stared at the scene on the court, and frowned slightly. He also felt that Eugene had gone too far, but he was his son after all, and Munchell had just ridiculed Eugene's strength.

Huobi said: "Munchell, don't be impatient. It is normal for casualties to occur in martial arts competitions."

The referee had already opened the energy membrane, and several guards ran up quickly, pulled the white tiger away by force, and immediately carried the unconscious leopard down for treatment.

"The blood is almost drained, is this fucking normal?!" Marshal Munchell yelled violently.

This was just a sparring between several military generals, and Eugene looked as if he wanted that general's life.

The two old field marshals quarreled over this, with Field Marshal Harry of the Second Military District acting as peacemaker in the middle, and Raymond saying nothing.

Eugene's performance just now was obviously so angry that he lost his mind. He probably didn't expect that his eighth-level level was almost tied with the seventh-level intermediate level.

The general was not life-threatening after first aid, but Marshal Munchell was still very upset.

After Eugene transformed into a human form, he came down from the arena and wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth.

He had an eye socket that was blackened by the leopard's paw, and still had that haughty expression on his face, as if he had hit him very easily just now.

Eugene sat on the special seat for contestants in the First Military Region, and put his legs on the footrests paved with silk and satin.

Several soldiers from the First Military Region were busy working as masseurs, carefully massaging the muscles of Eugene's shoulders, arms and legs respectively.

Jin Wowo was in the VIP box on the second floor, eating sweets while watching the scene on the field.

I don't know when Derrick will play, but don't wait until Eugene's energy nucleus explodes before playing, it will be nothing to watch.

He was thinking about whether to ask Raymond, when he heard the voice of the host on the radio announcing the list for the next match: contestant No. 107 vs. contestant No. 312.

The first number of the player's license plate represents which military region the player belongs to.

No. 107 is Eugene's number plate, and Derrick will go up with this number no matter who the player number 312 is from the Third Military Region.

Eugene was a little irritable at this time, he thought he only had one game today, why did he have to go up again just after he got off?

There was a mania in his chest that wanted to erupt. He kicked away a soldier who was massaging his leg, and took a hard look at the third military region's contestant area.

In the contestant area of ​​the Third Military Region, an extremely ordinary-looking contestant stood up, gestured slightly to Eugene, and then walked towards the arena.

The contestant was tall, with a straight back, but his figure was a little thin, like a sick young man who had been sick for a long time.

Seeing such a weak opponent, Eugene suddenly stopped being irritable.

He can basically recognize the generals above the seventh rank of the third military region, but he has never seen the contestant just now.

It is estimated that he was newly promoted, and his strength should be less than the seventh rank.

Eugene moved his neck left and right, and walked up to the arena confidently.

Raymond knew that the player who went up to the third zone just now was Derrick, but why could he feel a weak energy fluctuation from Derrick?

At the ninth level of Derrick, if the energy is not restrained, the energy fluctuations emanating from the body invisibly are also very strong.

But at this time, the energy fluctuations on Derrick's body seemed to be just a low-level orc.

Raymond was puzzled, and after thinking about it, he must ask Derrick.

In the arena, Eugene looked at his opponent, felt the weak energy fluctuations from his body, and said with a sneer, "What's the matter with Raymond, why can all cats and dogs be promoted as generals?"

Derrick was indifferent to Eugene's provocation, and he didn't speak.

The energy diaphragm was opened, and the referee sounded the whistle to start the game.

Eugene licked his cheeks, looked up and down his opponent contemptuously, "Or do you mean that there are no strong men in your third military region? We need a weak chicken like you to come up to make up for it?"

Derrick slowly raised one hand and raised his middle finger towards Eugene.

While gnawing fresh fruit, he stared at the golden snail on the holographic screen: "..."

He felt that Derrick was quite stable in the old city, but he didn't expect to have such a secondary side.