Chapter 645

But soon, they no longer had the mind to care about the Sea Snake tribe, because...

The annual grand trade fair has begun.

On the tall, rugged high platform full of primitive wild style sat the great shamans and chieftains of the super tribes who had come to participate in the grand trade fair; on the lower tier of tables were the powerful shamans and Beastman Warriors.

In front of the high platform was a vast, level clearing that had been cleared out.

Wu Yue did not have the qualification to sit on the high platform; she sat in the area allotted to the Kuma tribe, together with other shamans and Beastman Warriors who had come to broaden their horizons. Although the view was not as clear as from the high platform, it was still excellent.

The earlier trade stalls had seemed like mere appetizers; only then, seeing the enormous clearing before her, did Wu Yue learn from other shamans that the true trade fair was actually a grand contest between the super tribes of the Beast World Continent.

And the shamans of Yun Wu Shan Mai, who are revered by many tribes, are actually merely participants in this contest.

Several of the young shamans who had been protected together with her earlier are also going to participate in the contest later.

The contest at the trade fair does not limit life or death; as long as one can win, any means are allowed, life and death are irrelevant.

Yet even so, she looked around and saw no fear on the faces of any of the shamans and Beastman Warriors participating in the contest.

They were exhilarated, their faces full of excitement, and even their eyes brimmed with eagerness to try.

They resembled fervent followers of some cult.

She extended her index finger and poked the nearby male human whose shamanic power was surging: "Aren't you afraid of going up to fight and losing your life?"

The male shaman reluctantly withdrew his gaze that had been fixed on the high platform; the moment he looked at Wu Yue, his fervent admiration turned into contempt: "Those who participate in the contest are volunteers; we have no fear of losing our lives, and those who lose their lives in the contest will receive the blessing of the great shaman and return to the embrace of the Beast God."

Wuyue:...

Indeed, they really are cult members.

After speaking those righteous words, the male shaman, with a somewhat lewd sideways shift, drew close to Wu Yue: "If we win the contest, we might even receive the great shaman's guidance."

As he spoke, the fire in his eyes seemed about to ignite.

Wu Yue's heart skipped a beat; she nervously pursed her lips: "Guidance to become a great shaman?"

The male shaman smirked triumphantly: "You weak little shamans definitely wouldn't get such important information, heh~"

Wuyue:...

That final 'heh' carried contempt and lofty superiority that were a bit over the top, bro.

Unlike the fervor below, the atmosphere on the high platform was somewhat oppressive and gloomy.

All the great shamans looked with inscrutable expressions toward the gloomy-faced Sea Snake great shaman.

But most of them took pleasure in the Sea Snake's misfortune.

The Sea Eel great shamans did not hide their good mood, occasionally turning to chat and laugh with another great shaman not far away; their cheerful laughter formed a stark contrast to the Sea Snake great shaman's gloom.

In an era where salt served as hard currency, only tribes like the Sea Eel great shamans, who never lacked salt, could openly bounce back and forth on the edge of the Sea Snake great shaman's patience.

"Old Eel, let's just about start; you're laughing so happily now, but don't end up crying later."

A sinister, hoarse voice rang out on the high platform; everyone pretended not to look, but their eyes constantly followed the two main figures, silently eating the melon of the Sea Snake and Sea Eel great shamans.

"Hehe, old long worm, who will end up crying or laughing is still uncertain."

"Alright, two great shamans, the contest is about to begin; don't waste our time."

A resonant voice sounded; the Sea Snake and Sea Eel great shamans glared at each other, then looked toward the sturdy great shaman who spoke, a hint of wariness appearing in their eyes.

Wu Yue, who had been paying attention to the movements on the high platform, looked toward the burly figure sitting in the middle who had just spoken.

That was the great shaman of the Shark tribe, which is implicitly ranked first among all super tribes, and his strength is universally acknowledged as the greatest among all great shamans.

The male shaman beside her timely provided the information, earning Wu Yue an approving glance.

Seeing the Sea Snake and Sea Eel great shamans quiet down, the Shark great shaman sitting in the middle nodded satisfactorily, then gave a glance to the Shark chieftain seated below.

The Shark chieftain, his whole body emanating a ferocious aura, rose to his feet; the savage Beast God power spread outward, and his resonant voice rang out over the entire contest arena.

"The super tribe grand contest, now begins."

Simple and direct, as the Shark chieftain's voice fell, two Beastman Warriors walked out from the tribal area; both were Gold-rank Beastman Warriors.

They strode in unison into the spacious contest arena; the two Beastman Warriors, whose hair color and appearance differed greatly, instantly released their own aura to press against each other, then, under evenly matched pressure, they roared and charged.

Claws slashing, long legs whipping, each attack seemed to expend all their strength.

Such fierce combat instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire contest arena; the Beastman Warriors and shamans in the tribal area all roared and shouted in unison.

Especially the tribes to which the two Beastman Warriors belonged, their roars were especially intense, as they shouted for their own tribespeople.

"Bang!"

The heavy impact sound accompanied the noise of a body crashing heavily to the ground; the brown-haired Beastman Warrior lost consciousness and was lifted away by his tribesmen, while the victorious Beastman Warrior, face flushed, roared and waved his arms, yet dared not linger too long in the contest area, running back to his own tribe's area.

After the resonant voice announced the contest result, it spoke again: "Next group."

The contest between Beastman Warriors was extremely bloody and brutal, but perhaps because each had a bottom line, no deaths had occurred yet in the matches.

"Next group."

The resonant voice sounded again; Wu Yue, who was about to continue watching the exciting battle, felt a commotion beside her, turned her head, and was surprised to see that the one standing up was actually the Kuma tribe Beastman Warrior who had been guarding her all along.

"Beast God, I never expected to run into the Sea Snake tribe; this Kuma tribe Beastman Warrior is likely to become the first to die in this contest."

The surrounding discussion reached her ears; Wu Yue had no time to think further, and as the Beastman Warrior was about to pass by her side, she reached out and touched his palm once.

"In times of danger, activate the Beast God's power."

She then withdrew her hand amid the other's surprised and grateful gaze, and sat quietly in place, pretending not to look.

The guarding Beastman Warrior had already entered the contest arena; the male Beastman Warrior sitting beside Wu Yue leaned over with a gossipy grin: "Hehe, are you taken with that Beastman Warrior just now? I saw you touch his little hand."

Wuyue:...

Damn, give me a chance to rephrase—what do you mean 'I touched his little hand'? I was clearly doing something perfectly proper; why does it become so lewd in his mouth?