Chapter 647: Shaman Battle

On the dueling ground, it suddenly became extremely quiet; everyone stared at the fresh, steaming corpse, and for a moment they all fell silent.

What happened?

Wasn't that Kuma Beastman just about to be killed by the Sea Snake Beastman?

That fang, coated in venom, was about this long.

Not only the tribespeople from all around, but even the great shamans and clan chiefs on the high platform looked in astonishment at the Kuma Beastman standing beside the Sea Snake Beastman's corpse.

"Shark Big Brother, that Kuma Beastman clearly used shamanic means; it can't count as a win for their Kuma Tribe."

The Sea Snake Great Shaman's gloomy gaze swept over the corpses of the tribespeople on the dueling ground, his icy eyes even containing a strong sense of hatred.

Useless trash!

The Shark Great Shaman's sharp eyes swept over the Sea Snake Great Shaman's grim face, his voice indifferent: "In the duel, there are no restrictions on means; only the final result matters."

Moreover, he isn't blind with old age; that Sea Snake Tribe Beastman Warrior clearly wanted the Kuma Beastman's life.

"Exactly, everyone relies on their own means; as long as you win, that's fine."

The Kuma Great Shaman first gave the healing shaman an approving glance, then spoke to rebut the dark-faced Sea Snake Great Shaman, receiving a gloomy look in return.

The Kuma Beastman returned to his tribe, his bright gaze lingering on a familiar figure not far ahead—the female shaman he had been ordered to guard these past days.

He rubbed his rough palm; the thin beast pelt the female shaman had given him earlier was gone.

He could feel the deep malice of the Sea Snake Beastman toward him; it was obvious they had no intention of letting him leave the dueling ground alive.

At this moment, the healing shaman on the high platform felt even more gratitude toward Wu Yue; training even a few high-rank Beastman Warriors under him was no easy feat, let alone Beastman Warriors capable of winning in the tribal grand duel.

Thinking of the reward the great shaman would later bestow, the healing shaman's already upright back straightened even more.

"Next match."

The Shark Clan Chief showed no concern for the life or death of the beastmen in the arena, continuing to announce indifferently.

Beastmen's duels are pure melee; their sturdy bodies colliding produce a dull 'Duang! Duang!' sound of flesh striking flesh.

Aside from a few tribes with long-standing grudges, most beastmen, even if they lose, can walk out of the dueling ground alive.

But whenever a Sea Snake Tribe Beastman Warrior steps onto the stage, the opposing side basically has no survivors; thus, when people see a Sea Snake Beastman Warrior appear, they feel both fear and hatred.

"Shaman duel, now beginning—first group, up!"

The Shark Clan Chief's voice seemed to ignite the dry tinder that had long been piled up; with a boom, it set the whole clearing's atmosphere ablaze, and Wu Yue only felt the beastmen warriors' breathing around him grow a little heavier.

Unlike the earlier Beastman Warriors' fights, the shamans' duel actually began with the higher-ranked shamans.

Each shaman who once held noble status in the tribe, like the beastmen, condensed their shamanic energy into various forms to attack the opponent; compared to the Beastman Warriors' melee, the shamans' battle had a bit more spectator appeal.

"Squeak!"

A sharp insect chirp accompanied the anguished cry of a shaman inside the arena; Wu Yue's pupils contracted sharply, his face turning somewhat pale.

The shaman in the arena screamed while scratching his own body; on the exposed arms and neck, clear traces of bloody, mangled flesh could be seen.

"Save me, save me, there's a bug burrowing inside my body, ah!"

The shaman staggered and lunged across the dueling ground, trying to rush into the tribal area, but kept being blocked at the edge by an invisible wall.

"I want to get out, I don't want to fight anymore, I want to get out!"

While shouting and scratching, everyone watched helplessly as this once‑honored Shaman Sir collapsed in a bloody, mangled heap inside the dueling ground.

After a moment of silence, two indifferent‑looking Shark Tribe Beastman Warriors entered the arena and carried the already‑dead Shaman Sir out.

"He died in a truly gruesome way."

The Sea Snake Great Shaman let out a cold, schadenfreude‑filled snort.

A great shaman seated beside the Eel Great Shaman glared angrily at the Sea Snake Great Shaman who was making sarcastic remarks, his body shifting as if to rise.

But in the next instant, he was stopped by the Kuma Great Shaman seated on the other side; he turned his head to face the Sea Snake Great Shaman, full of smug satisfaction, and asked: "When that Sea Snake Tribe Beastman died, were you also this happy, Sea Snake Great Shaman?"

The Sea Snake Great Shaman's smile gradually faded; his narrow eyes looked at the Kuma Great Shaman, they locked gazes for a moment, then he turned his head without a word and continued watching the dueling ground.

Only a flash of cruelty flickered in his gloomy eyes, unseen by anyone nearby.

The shamans' individual duels ended a bit sooner than the beastmen's; the Kuma shaman who had been sitting beside Wu Yue, although he lost his duel, showed no sign of dejection on his face.

"Hehe, even though I lost, the shaman said that when we go back he'll give me a beast‑skin bag of salt—enough to last us a long, long time."

The male shaman excitedly daydreamed about the good life after having salt, while the shamans' team match also began.

Compared to the earlier individual matches, the team contest was far more perilous; the shamans who could team up were all very familiar with each other, their coordination very high.

Moreover, because their abilities complemented each other, their attack methods were extremely diverse, often leaving opponents unable to defend.

"Whoosh!"

Seeing a gu worm the size of a fingernail pressed face‑to‑face with a shaman from the Eel Tribe, not only did Wu Yue's heart tighten, but the tribespeople from all around also involuntarily held their breath.

But immediately afterward, everyone realized that although the gu worm was very close to the shaman, it had not actually attacked him.

It turned out that another shaman in the team, at the critical moment, had used shamanic arts to block the attack for his companion.

The attacked shaman, breaking out in a white‑sweat sheen on his back, hastily dodged; the beads of sweat on his forehead flew off with the motion.

"Nice partner, that ugly little worm almost messed us up."

Having said that, he looked at his teammate: "Old buddy, I owe you a lot."

But his companion rolled his eyes impatiently: "Be careful; I only helped you block briefly, you need to be careful too—we don't have those precious shamanic talismans."

In the end, the Eel Tribe shaman team still lost to the opposing Shark Tribe shaman team; after the two teams exchanged friendly greetings, each returned to their seats.

"Next..."

Before the Shark Clan Chief's words had even finished, a sudden commotion erupted on the high platform, accompanied by exclamations from shamans and beastmen.

"What's going on?"

The Shark Clan Chief frowned, looking toward the direction of the commotion, his brows slightly furrowed—that was the location of the Yun Wu Shan Mai Super Tribe.