Chapter 588: Competition Begins

The senior members of the surrounding tribes, upon hearing the healer shaman's words, all looked at him in surprise.

Although the Huo Teng Tribe and the Ku Ma Tribe have always been at odds, this time it's because of a tiny, remote tribe.

Upon hearing that, the medicine shaman merely gave a harsh cold snort, then turned his head to look at the forest below, no longer paying attention to the healer shaman.

Anyway, he had already made arrangements, letting those offending tribe members live; after this, where would the medicine shaman find face to walk in the Yun Wu Shan Mai?

At the forefront of the mountaintop, a thin old man with a circle of mushrooms on his head glanced at the elder beside him wearing a colored shaman's robe; a flicker of admiration crossed his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it: "Grand Shaman Ku Ma, it's just a remote tribe that doesn't know the rules—yet you all take it so seriously."

His words carried a faint mockery.

Upon hearing that, Grand Shaman Ku Ma slightly lifted the hand in his wide sleeve, stroked the smooth fabric of his cuff, and the corner of his mouth curled with a faint smile: "It's not bad, far better than those tribes that were saved by others and then turned around to kill their benefactors."

"I wouldn't dare associate with such a tribe that forgets kindness. What do you think, Grand Shaman Huo Teng?"

After the Ku Ma Tribe's words fell, the eyes of many tribe chiefs and shamans around flickered.

They had also heard that this remote tribe had saved several Golden-rank Beastfolk and a shaman of the Ku Ma Tribe, yet now they were still going to be dealt with...

Seated beside Grand Shaman Huo Teng, the Huo Teng tribe chief also noticed the shift in the eyes of the surrounding tribespeople with his peripheral vision, silently cursing the Ku Ma Tribe for stirring trouble.

Grand Shaman Huo Teng's face also darkened a bit: "We naturally remember those who helped our tribe, but the shamans and Beastfolk of the Xue Yue Tribe actually dared to attack our tribe's shamans and Beastfolk—this is an offense against our super tribe, and cannot be tolerated."

"We must also give them a lesson, so they know the dignity of a super tribe is not something they can casually challenge."

Grand Shaman Ku Ma curled his lips in mockery: "With so many super tribes in the Yun Wu Shan Mai, you lot sure have a lot on your plate."

Grand Shaman Huo Teng's chest heaved violently a few times, then he drew a deep breath: "It's because our tribe..."

Before he could finish, Grand Shaman Ku Ma beside him casually waved his hand: "Alright, alright, you're a super tribe—whatever you say is right."

Grand Shaman Huo Teng: "..."

Damn it, he really wants to kick that guy's face.

The other super tribe grand shamans and chiefs watched the two tribe shamans' verbal sparring with relish, finding even the meat in their hands tasteless.

Why bother watching the tribe competition—this on-site brawl isn't fragrant enough?

Only when the two grand shamans stopped did they smack their lips and turn their gazes back toward the forest below.

At the forest's edge, numerous tribes entered the woods behind them amid a resonant roar from the Huo Teng Tribe's Beastman Warrior.

Over the next ten days, they will spend their time here.

They will gather as many precious herbs and foods as possible, hunt the pelts of valuable beasts; after the final day, the tribe whose collected items are collectively the most precious will be the first place in this tribal competition.

"Hey! This is intense—you can even kill people at will, have to guard against ambushes while gathering supplies, and probably won't get a peaceful night's sleep."

Teng Qian chewed on a stalk of grass he'd plucked at some unknown time, glancing at the surrounding tribes that weren't far away.

Because they had just entered the forest, the distance between the tribes wasn't great at the moment.

Perhaps due to the forest being overly dense, the light in this woodland used for the competition was insufficient, quite dim, and carried a perpetual chill.

As everyone ventured deeper, the tribes gradually spread out.

"Those people just now looked at us as if we were some plague."

Hearing Teng Kun's words, Wu Yue gave a light laugh: "One reason is that our earlier seizure of the cave demonstrated our combat strength; another is that it might be related to the Huo Teng Tribe."

After all, only a minority of the tribes came from outside to join the competition; most were tribes that originally lived in the Yun Wu Shan Mai.

Looking at their past dealings with the Huo Teng Tribe, those tribes native to the Yun Wu Shan Mai basically all know about it.

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Therefore, even to avoid being implicated, they will try to stay as far away from them as possible.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the forest, the members of the Ma Ji Tribe and the Dong Sang Tribe were gathering together.

Both chiefs gave a wry smile and glanced at each other: "For this year's competition, our two tribes will mainly focus on survival."

"I wonder how Shaman Wu Yue and the others are doing?"

The Ma Ji tribe chief sighed.

Beside him, the Dong Sang tribe chief suddenly shuddered: "We should still worry about ourselves first."

Hearing his voice sound somewhat odd, the Ma Ji tribe chief turned his gaze toward the source, but his face changed upon seeing that large figure ahead.

"Tribespeople, prepare for battle!"

The super tribe's territory is vast; although only a patch of forest was selected as the competition grounds, when Wu Yue and the others had walked half a day without encountering any other tribe, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Good grief, they said they'd send people to kill us— in such a huge place, just finding someone would exhaust you to death."

Yuan Lang glanced at the noisy Teng Qian: "How many herbs have you gathered?"

The excited Teng Qian's expression stiffened; he furtively glanced at the handful of herbs in his hand, then looked at his younger brother and Ying Ze beside him, who had already handed over several batches, and gave a shameless grin: "Hehe, my eyesight isn't great, so I'm searching slowly."

"Hmm?"

As Yuan Lang walked forward, he suddenly stopped, his ears twitched, his dark brows furrowed: "Someone's coming."

Yuan Lang wrapped his arms around Wu Yue's waist, shifted his body, and leapt onto a nearby giant tree; Teng Qian and the others hurriedly followed.

They held their breath, eyes fixed on the direction Yuan Lang had indicated.

Sure enough, moments later, the sound of trampling leaves came, and a Beastfolk squad appeared in their view.

One exceptionally tall and sturdy figure stood out even more.

"Chief, have we been deceived by those damned tribes? We've walked so long and haven't seen a single person, let alone that damned Red Grass Tribe."

The burly figure plopped onto the grass, his tone full of impatience and irritability.

The long-haired Beastfolk at the front let out a cold snort: "If you don't want to look, that's fine— it wasn't us who lost face at the camp."

Because of his enormous size, the burly Beastfolk had taken over a cave to live in, separate from them.

Rebuked by his own clan chief, the burly Beastfolk sheepishly touched his nose and quickly shut his mouth.

Although the clan chief is quite handsome, his temperament is simply awful— he lashes out at the drop of a hat, and it really hurts; he doesn't want to try it.