[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-paradise-of-reincarnation":3,"chapter-paradise-of-reincarnation-paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-950":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Paradise of Reincarnation",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2274808,4446,"Chapter 950: I","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-950",950,"\u003Cp>In the first combat match, the Contractee Pipang appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang walked into the arena, holding a piece of dried meat; the match had already begun, but he didn’t stop eating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contestant spectator seats, Su Xiao scanned the surroundings—Bubu Wang had vanished somewhere to cause trouble; his gaze fixed on the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao had long been curious about Pipang’s fighting style, suspecting he had mastered Armament Haki—if this guess was correct, Pipang’s combat power would be formidable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum～\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A circular transparent energy barrier rose, separating the audience from the sandy arena, to prevent stray battle waves from injuring spectators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are no rules in this match. The only thing contestants must do is find any way to defeat their opponent. Then… let the combat begin!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hark announced the match with a drawn-out, hypnotic voice—this was the Devil race’s innate talent: the ability to bewitch others. In this era, Devils no longer commonly traded with backward planets to harvest souls; hosting large-scale gladiatorial arenas brought greater profits. Ultimately, Devils were merchants at heart—just dishonest ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the match’s start, Pipang and the Mechanical race’s Aule charged toward each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So direct? It’s thrilling!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hark’s sudden shout distracted some spectators focused on the match; noticing this, the event organizer signaled to mute Hark’s microphone. Hark excelled in every way—except this: he loved stealing the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring Hark, now stuck on the commentary podium, ranting to himself, the two fighters on the sandy arena were already locked in combat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both fought in close-quarters brawling style—each punch landed with brutal impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule swung a punch that left afterimages in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Deflect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang didn’t dodge the punch—or rather, his current state made dodging impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metallic fist, black with a metallic sheen, struck Pipang’s chest; the hard metal barely touched his body before sinking into the fat beneath his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang pushed his hands backward; his entire body’s fat rippled like water. Over 90% of the punch’s force was channeled through his fat, flowing along the fat on both sides of his waist, into the fat of his back, and finally dissipated from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang bounced like a water balloon—his body trembled, yet he remained unharmed; instead, sand exploded behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule was puzzled—his previous punch had been delivered at full power; even a titanium-manganese steel ball should have shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule swung his fists wildly, leaving trails of punch afterimages in the air. Pipang stood still, motionless, unresponsive, as immovable as a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the contestant spectator seats, a dozen recently retired “Lalata Star” cuties watched the match, munching snacks and staring intently—hardly resembling performers who had just finished a show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I love soft fat guys—I really want to poke them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One cutie spoke, chewing on something like potato chips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Me too—if he wins, let’s go tease him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Won’t he hit us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, first we’ll act cute and see his reaction, then we’ll ‘take action.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good idea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dozen cuties sat just meters away from Su Xiao—and among them, something “strange” seemed mixed in; upon closer look, it was Bubu Wang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao glanced sideways at Bubu Wang: “Aren’t you off conning people? When did you switch to flirting with girls?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bubu Wang returned a helpless look—one “Lalata Star” cutie was hugging him, seemingly unbothered by offering him full access; Bubu Wang’s dog face was utterly embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Xiao gave Bubu Wang the middle finger; Bubu Wang rubbed his head against the girl’s chest, his eyes saying: “High charm is great—you can openly grope people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl giggled, unfazed. Indeed, Bubu Wang’s +75 Charm attribute made him utterly irresistible to women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Su Xiao, he could only sit aside, biting an apple; none of the cuties dared approach him—not only because his “Gao Da” 8-point Charm attribute was pitiful, but also because his blood aura alone was enough to repel 99% of them; the remaining 1% wanted to assassinate him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Bubu Wang extricated himself from the cuties and returned to his duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the arena, the first battle had reached a fever pitch—more accurately, the Mechanical race had reached a fever pitch of self-indulgence; Pipang hadn’t moved at all, letting him attack endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve been hitting me long enough—it’s my turn now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang suddenly raised his arm and grabbed Aule’s fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule, who had hoped to become famous in one battle, paled as he felt the force on his fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impact.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang’s fat rippled; a force surged from within his fat—not his own strength, but the energy stored during the attacks he had absorbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The force traveled up Pipang’s arm, into Aule’s fist, and finally into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hngh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule groaned; his metallic body became uneven, dented and warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large chunks of metal shattered and flew off; Aule looked as if he’d shed his skin—his surface metal cracked, and transparent fluid gushed out—this was the Mechanical race’s blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Severely wounded, Aule’s head tilted back, mouth gaping wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hoo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blue flame erupted from Aule’s mouth; Pipang immediately released his grip and vanished from his spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang reappeared behind Aule, his body curled—his previously round, plump frame had thinned slightly, likely from a skill burning off his fat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While burning fat, Pipang moved at extreme speed; after burning fat, he became a nimble fat man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang swung his fist downward, accompanied by a gurgling wind; his sleeve puffed from air pressure, flapping loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule reacted swiftly, crossing his arms to block—but before Pipang’s fist landed, his fists turned pitch-black: the hardened state of Armament Haki.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like two trains colliding, the shockwave surged outward, spreading sand in concentric rings, dust flying everywhere—visually spectacular. This revealed why the organizers chose sand as the arena surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aule blocked Pipang’s punch, though his arms were now twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pipang’s attack wasn’t over—a shockwave penetrated Aule’s body; compared to the direct impact, this shockwave was deadlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Aule was a Mechanical race—if he were human, his fat, water, and other bodily fluids would have been violently disrupted, risking expulsion from his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Imagine the effect on a human body from sudden massive loss of water, fat, and blood—Pipang’s fat-shock technique was devastating; even if you blocked his punch, you risked dehydration, fat stripping, and massive blood loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The specially treated sand settled quickly. The thinner Pipang walked toward the contestant spectator seats without looking back. Aule stood frozen; behind him, a large splatter of transparent fluid stained the sand—his blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud. Aule collapsed and died—he had lost 90% of his blood from a single punch; even a Mechanical race couldn’t survive that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, hey, hey! Finally, I can speak again! Damn organizers, shutting off the mic? Cheating!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hark’s voice returned. The match ended, but before the audience could cheer, laughter erupted everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t laugh—I’m a Devil!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unscrupulous laughter spilled from the spectator seats.\u003C\u002Fp>",1136,"2026-06-19T23:49:56.324Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","86440a3c19579ef239675c85ed29fd73ed38f6aa43f018c2b8d66cadebcc3a09","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-951","paradise-of-reincarnation-chapter-949",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fparadise-of-reincarnation-cover.jpg"]