This dragon girl raising system is a bit strange.

On the bustling street, more and more people gathered, quickly forming several circles, with those in the back even having to stand on tiptoe to see clearly.

In the center of the crowd were referee Thor and contestant Julia.

Just now, Yulia made friends with three more people through the competition.

Thor had given her instructions.

She can win even if the opponent looks weak by exerting a little effort.

If you appear strong, then feign weakness and admit defeat.

Her record today is three wins and two losses.

Aside from the man she met at the beginning, she only lost to one other person.

Dissenting voices began to emerge from the crowd.

"You always pick the weakest people, you're bound to lose," one of them complained.

He believed that even a normal skinny person wouldn't lose to this dragon girl.

Soon, other voices began to echo this sentiment.

"That's right, I would definitely win if I were in their shoes. They know that, which is why they didn't dare to choose me."

"If the referee chooses the opponent, who will win?"

Yulia felt that she had done something wrong.

Perhaps I should intentionally lose a few more games.

Thor silenced the crowd around him.

"Alright then, since you have such strong objections, let's draw lots randomly."

Everyone in the crowd thought this was a good idea.

Drawing lots is the fairest result.

However, issuing one slip to each person now would be too inefficient.

"How about this, I'll close my eyes and toss a gold coin. Whoever catches this coin will be qualified to come up on stage."

This is not only fair.

This also ensures the strength of the contestants.

Those who are qualified to grab the gold coins must be the most agile in that area.

Looking at the commotion, Thor suddenly spotted a somewhat familiar old man in the crowd.

I feel like I've seen this old man somewhere before, like at school.

Without thinking much, he casually tossed out a gold coin.

The round gold coin was tossed into the air, arced through the air, and flew towards the crowd.

A pair of strong hands caught the gold coin steadily.

Thor opened his eyes and saw that the person who caught the gold coin was the same muscular man from before.

"Do you still stand by your word?" the muscular man demanded.

Theoretically, the previous rule was that each person could only participate once.

However, with the public already expressing their discontent, another round of throwing could very likely incite even greater resentment.

Thor allowed him to compete again.

"You should participate."

The man breathed a sigh of relief.

"it is good."

There are so many onlookers now.

Not only can you make money, but you can also get some attention.

The man stood behind the white line, looking at Yulia with disdain.

"Remember this, the winner's name today is Wolf."

In response to the other party's provocation, Yulia yawned and looked listless.

She didn't care about such things at all.

"Oh, I see, Holf," Julia said casually.

So what if we lost? It was just the master's task to begin with.

"It's not Holf, it's Wolf," the other person corrected.

Yulia pouted helplessly.

"Call me whatever you want, let's start the match."

The match started, and she lost in a formulaic way, nothing more.

Yulia's emotions were contagious to the other person.

Wolf snorted coldly.

"What a pity. It seems your master hasn't disciplined you properly, you impolite dragon maid."

"Your master has really bad taste, willing to buy such inferior goods as you."

Upon hearing this, Yulia snapped out of her half-asleep state.

The other person can call her a noob.

But Thor should never be questioned.

"Apologize."

"It's Yulia," she said coldly.

The other party didn't take it seriously.

"Let's begin."

The other person grabbed the rope, wanting to start the match.

However, Yulia had no intention of taking the rope; she simply stood there, silently looking at the other person.

"Apologize."

She repeated it again.

Only then did the other party realize that Yulia was serious.

However, Wolf didn't think it was a big deal.

"Apologize? I'll apologize to you if you win."

"it is good."

Yulia gripped the rope.

Wolf had already planned how to humiliate his opponent after winning.

He assumed the other person was irritable because they felt slighted.

"Let's begin then."

Thor gave the order.

Wolf was just preparing for a quick victory, hoping to crush his opponent in one blow.

Suddenly, a tremendous force came from the other end of the rope, pulling him so hard he almost stumbled and was defeated.

He managed to steady himself and looked incredulously at the other end of the rope.

Damn it, did that dragon girl hold back her power too?

At this moment, Yulia simply stood there expressionless, her body straight, her skirt fluttering, elegant and composed, seemingly unaffected by any pressure.

Wolf smiled.

"You think I used my full strength?"

He also held back, reserving at least 30% of his strength.

Now, he's going to use that remaining 30% of his strength to instantly kill his opponent!

He suddenly tightened his grip on the rope, and the immense force caused the rope to shake violently.

However, the rope remained completely still.

No matter how much force he used, the rope remained in a balanced position.

The amount of force he uses is the same as the amount of force his opponent uses.

A bead of sweat finally appeared on his forehead.

Wolf hadn't expected that his opponent could actually fight him to a draw when he went all out.

Yulia remained standing gracefully in place, looking at him indifferently.

"Still warming up, Holf?"

Yulia mispronounced his name again.

"My name is W..."

He was just about to correct him.

Before he could finish speaking, an absurdly powerful force came from the other end of the rope.

He gripped the rope tightly, and his whole body lost its balance and was about to fall forward.

"What the hell is this?!"

Just as the man was complaining, the rope snapped with a snap.

The force was enough to break even the strongest rope.

The force on the other end disappeared, and Wolf fell to the ground in a very disheveled state.

Judging from the position of the rope, it did not cross the line until it broke.

Theoretically, this should have been a draw.

In reality, he lost.

The onlookers were unaware of so many inside stories, nor of Yulia's divine power.

All they knew was that the rope was of poor quality.

"What a disappointment, the rope had to break at this time."

"You probably got some hidden damage from the rope during the previous competition."

"But that dragon girl is really strong, isn't she?! Wolf was almost dragged away."

Even Thor was somewhat surprised.

Is Yulia really that strong?

Why did I collapse at the slightest touch when I was with myself the past few nights?

Wolf, who was present at the time, was even more surprised.

Having lost face in front of so many people, he was anxious and couldn't believe he could lose to a weak girl.

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!!"

He rushed forward, ready to wrestle with Julia.

The onlookers exclaimed in alarm that something was wrong.

"It's over."

Yulia ignored those people.

She watched the other person's ridiculously slow movements, and just as the other person was about to rush in front of her, she swiftly swept her foot across the ground, sending the other person sprawling and crashing heavily to the ground.

The other person immediately stood up and threw a punch at Yulia's face.

Yulia easily dodged the attack and picked up a branch from the ground to use as a weapon.

The opponent was clearly also a martial arts expert, and his fists came flying like a tidal wave.

However, Yulia, relying solely on a tree branch, used her most proficient Dragon Dance Sword Technique to neutralize all the attacks by employing techniques to deflect force.

Finally, she dodged the man's sudden thrust and struck him on the back of the head with a branch.

As the tree branch exploded into powder in mid-air, the man was also knocked to the ground.

Yulia was genuinely angry. Her black boots pressed down on the back of the man's head, her pupils suddenly turning a pale red. She looked at him as if he were trash, coldly stating condescendingly:

"Apologize."

The man tried to get up and argue, but was firmly trampled underfoot, half his face buried in the mud.

"No, let me explain..."

Yulia tilted her head back, looking down at the ants at her feet.

"I don't want explanations, I just want your apology."

"Okay, okay, I'll apologize."

I shouldn't have called you a useless thing.

After apologizing, he tried to get up, but Yulia still stepped on the back of his head, his face pressed against the yellow dirt.

"I told you to apologize to my master, not to apologize to me."

The man was frightened.

Realizing the other person was a lunatic, the tone of the apology became sincere.

"I admit, I was just talking nonsense, and I shouldn't have slandered you."

"Is that alright? I've already apologized to you."

Yulia's eyes flashed with murderous intent, like a queen descending to earth. She shook her head and said:

"That's not enough."

"Not sincere enough."

She grabbed the rope that had just broken off and lashed it across the man's back.

With a snap, the man's skin was torn open, and blood stained the rope.

Just as she was about to lash out with the whip again, the other person was so frightened that he cried, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm...I'm so sorry, Lady Dragon!"

"You are very polite; that's all thanks to your master's excellent teaching!"

"You and your master are both good people!!"

After the man finished speaking, his voice trembling with tears, Yulia finally put down the whip.

"Hmph, that's more like it."

The girl withdrew her foot from the other person's head with satisfaction and brushed the dust off her boots.

After calming down, the red in Yulia's pupils gradually faded, returning to their usual blue.

Then, she looked around at the stunned expressions of the people around her.

She then realized a problem.

Oh no, we've gone too far.