Okay, so the duel had officially kicked off. And here's the genuinely weird part―the other auction attendees weren't throwing up their hands in disgust or anything. Nope, they were all eyes, glued to the brawl like it was the season finale of some gladiator reality show. It was almost like they were taking mental notes, sizing up the fighting prowess of each contender to determine their, uh, worth. You know, like a human cattle auction, but with punching instead of mooing. It really did solidify Xishi statement earlier about how there were at least ten men for each female in the building and honestly, no she wasn't exaggerating. The ratio was real . And here she was, the lone wolf with a single mate. ( she absolutely doesn't mind , XueLing can overpower anyone in this room. Period . )

Focusing back on the actual event, seriously these guys were going hard. It was almost comical how aggressively they were trying to win her over . A teeny, tiny part of her felt a twinge of guilt for putting them through this. Still, there was absolutely no way she was taking fifteen guys into her life. Okay, maybe she could, but not a group of fifteen all at once. That's just asking for an early midlife crisis. She needed to build actual connections, not just turn her house into a testosterone-fueled mosh pit. Plus, XueLing was already walking on eggshells about this whole sharing is caring concept. He was doing the logical thing, not because he was jumping for joy at the thought of sharing his mate. She had to respect his feelings too, you know? It wasn't just about what she wanted.

Looking over at XueLing, he seemed pretty captivated, utterly lost in the carnage. He started going on and on, making all sorts of predictions about who would be the first to tap out. And honestly time stretched into hours. literal hours had passed. At long last, just as XueLing had been confidently predicting since forever, it came down to two. The Gojo lookalike―yeah, the guy with the white hair and confident aura―and the black flag, as she'd mentally dubbed the other one. So, whose number was up? She knew it wouldn't be the Gojo wannabe, but hey ......... no way was she gonna trust him, only to get her heart crushed. Fool me once...

She was definitely having trouble getting invested. There was something about this whole thing that felt more like the Hunger Games with a romance twist than a genuine way to find a respectful polycule.

But whatever.

" we have our finalists , the result will soon be beofre us ....." The host declared .