Chapter 571: Don't Go Overboard

Everyone: "..."

What?

I've braced my jaw, and you're showing me this?

The medicine shaman's face stiffened, his eyes full of disbelief—his own shamanic attack was so easily dodged?

Wu Yue ignored the crowd's surprise, lifting her shaman's staff; the ancient tip aimed at the medicine shaman, and a jade‑green shamanic whip lashed toward him at lightning speed.

The shamanic whip's tearing sound snapped everyone out of their reverie, yet seeing Wu Yue attack a shaman left their faces showing mixed reactions.

The medicine shaman and the Huo Teng Tribe's Beastman Warriors wore expressions of contempt.

The healing shaman nearby sighed to himself; Wu Yue was still too young, her power nowhere near the medicine shaman's, so her shamanic lash could hardly harm that old geezer.

But to Yuan Lang and his group, and the Snow Moon Tribe people nearby, their own shaman loomed large and unmatched.

Facing the powerful Super Tribe shaman, they didn't back down meekly but stood firm for their tribesfolk, making everyone's blood boil.

The injured Half‑Beast Warrior brought back by Yuan Lang stood in the crowd, eyes already tearing up, deeply moved.

The Dongsang Squad Leader and the Majiji Chief locked eyes, each seeing bitterness and worry in the other's gaze.

They had only just allied with the Snow Moon Tribe and agreed on future tribal competition slots; they never thought the Snow Moon Tribe would offend the mighty Super Tribe, which is bad news for them and the tribes close to the Snow Moon Tribe.

Especially now, when the Snow Moon Tribe has hardly any chance of victory.

After all, the difference between these tribes and the mighty Super Tribe isn't merely a few Beastman Warriors.

"Ah!"

But the next moment, a scene that made their jaws drop unfolded just like that.

Confident in his strength, the medicine shaman didn't even attempt to dodge Wu Yue's attack, yet that seemingly modest shamanic lash flung him away.

He screamed as he flew back ten‑odd meters, slamming hard into a large tree beside the stall, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I dread it most when the air suddenly goes silent..."

"Gulp!"

The synchronized gulping sounds rose; the crowd's disbelieving eyes left the still‑blood‑spitting medicine shaman and slowly, horrifiedly turned to the calm Wu Yue, the Snow Moon Tribe's great shaman.

"That's completely off the charts!"

A shaman's shamanic strike actually made a shaman cough up blood?

Could it be they woke up the wrong way today?

Yet the most shocked were the healing shaman near Wu Yue and the Kuma Tribe's Beastman Warrior.

The healing shaman's eyes bulged from shock, the skin around them stretched tight—as if he'd had a facelift.

He slowly turned his head toward the calm Wu Yue, as if he could still hear his neck cracking.

"Hehe, Wu Yue, you've been hiding your strength, huh?"

Couldn't it be some old geezer pretending to be young here?

Wu Yue turned toward the healing shaman, a faint smile on her pretty face: "Of course not—I merely used some shamanic arts granted by the Huaxia Tribe; my power still pales beside a true shaman."

The healing shaman gave a dry laugh: "I don't believe you, you wicked little female."

You have a barrier no shaman can breach, and your attack can easily fling a shaman and make him spit blood—yet you expect me to believe you're a puny shaman? Are you trying to trick me because I'm old?

"Shaman Wu Yue, it seems you're making an enemy of our Huo Teng Tribe—good! Very good! Wait for me; this isn't over!"

The medicine shaman was half‑supported by two Beastman Warriors, blood staining the hide before him, his face ashen as if he'd starved all winter.

But the fierce look in those old eyes was almost palpable; if looks could kill, Wu Yue would already be riddled with holes.

"You, a shaman, were wounded by a shaman from my little tribe—do you still have the nerve to go back and boast of your own incompetence?"

Wu Yue sneered.

Her mood wasn't great either; to cow that wicked old medicine shaman, she'd spent a lot of points in the System Store on this attack.

Her calculating gaze, like an X‑ray, swept over the medicine shaman and his Beastman Warrior retinue.

But perhaps because of regional differences, she didn't recognize many of the items they bore.

She turned to the smirking healing shaman: "Shaman, help me see what valuables these Huo Teng people have; to deal with the medicine shaman I squandered the Huaxia Tribe's powerful granted shamanic art, so I need them to compensate me."

Healing shaman: "..."

Now even robbery can be expressed so freshly and elegantly? They even gave a reason.

The medicine shaman and the Huo Teng Tribe's Beastman Warriors: "..."

Figuring out our possessions right before our eyes—aren't they showing too little regard for us?

"Wu Yue, I admit your attack just now was strong, but such power surely isn't something a petty shaman like you could wield—must be the Super Tribe's gift. I don't believe you have a second."

The medicine shaman's eyes turned blood‑red as he gazed at the composed Wu Yue, hatred welling up inside him.

Wu Yue lifted her eyelids at his words: "Oh, then go ahead and try."

Though her words were as breezy as her expression, the hand gripping her shaman's staff lifted again.

Everyone: "..."

Oh, this action looks awfully familiar, doesn't it?

The medicine shaman's ferocity froze on his face; he silently cursed the Huaxia Tribe's deceit— a shaman's own strength is what truly matters, all those charms and spells… really?

Of course, if you ignore his own sour jealousy, the idea is still fairly convincing.

"Stop being stubborn, medicine shaman—drop our goods, leave all your belongings behind, and I'll let you go."

Seeing the medicine shaman still wanting to speak, Wu Yue went on: "Don't think you can threaten me with your Huo Teng Tribe; our two tribes' ties are already severed, I don't mind making more enemies—leave a beast‑skin to cover your rear, and place the rest on the stone platform ahead."

The healing shaman with pursed lips: "..."

How to put it? He didn't really want to laugh, but this Wu Yue beside him was really giving the Huo Teng Tribe too much face—even leaving them a beast‑skin to cover their rear.

Damn Shaman Yue, don't go too far!