Chapter 649: He ended up being the one who got shown up

The screams opposite lasted a few breaths, then gradually quieted; under everyone's gaze, an unusually beautiful purple butterfly flew out from the back of the head of a corpse already swollen all over.

Clearly, those wings that were still somewhat transparent in the sunlight had merely lazily fluttered a few times; when they reappeared, they were already resting on the hair of the Kuma Tribe's young female shaman.

That quiet, well-behaved appearance was like a decorative flower... bullshit!

Thinking that this pretty little thing could easily kill a shaman, no one could now look at the ordinary butterflies they used to see.

Perhaps finally noticing everyone's horrified gazes, the young female standing in the field scratched her head shyly and spoke softly: "Don't worry, everyone, this is just a gu worm I raised; most butterflies in the forest are non‑poisonous."

Most? Meaning there are still a few poisonous ones, right?

Everyone: "..."

Thanks, I wasn't comforted at all.

"You bitch, daring to kill our Sea Snake Tribe's shaman—I'll make you die!"

A shaman opposite, unable to accept that his longtime partner who had caused havoc in the tribe had just died so miserably, let out a howl, rolled up his sleeves, and charged at Wu Yue.

His venerable belly of pork belly quivered constantly as he ran.

The Healing Shaman quietly stepped aside, humming a tune he didn't even know himself, and silently stuck out a foot.

With a dull thud and a piercing scream, dust rose on the dueling arena.

Everyone craned their necks to look at the dueling arena; a cool breeze blew by, carrying away the last bit of dust, and the scene inside the arena finally imprinted itself on everyone's eyes.

Good grief, just moments ago he was running pant‑pant, his mighty belly now lying face‑down on the ground right in front of the Kuma Tribe's young female shaman.

Bright red blood slowly spread, staining the surrounding land.

Wu Yue slowly raised her hand; everyone's gazes instantly focused on her.

The next second, the young female's face turned deathly pale, a look of fright, her body wobbling as she stepped back several paces; her soft voice full of fear: "He himself got pregnant and came running, it has nothing to do with me!"

Everyone: "..."

The Healing Shaman edged up to Wu Yue: "He's male..."

Before he could finish, the young female's face showed horror: "Males can actually get pregnant too!"

Everyone: "..."

Thinking of that pork‑belly shaman's appearance, everyone suddenly felt as if they'd eaten hundreds of grass dumplings, feeling stuffed and wanting to vomit.

Good grief, who would be so twisted as to let a male become pregnant?

The males of the Sea Snake Tribe involuntarily turned their condemning gazes toward Wu Yue, who stood in the dueling arena.

One may question their tribe's shamans' combat ability, but not the aesthetics of these males.

"What a waste!"

The Sea Snake Great Shaman on the high platform, already grim‑faced, grew even darker, drawing sideways glances from several nearby great shamans.

Could this Sea Snake Great Shaman have been poisoned? His face is blackened abnormally.

Two had collapsed; the remaining two Sea Snake Tribe shamans looked at each other, about to admit defeat, when their lips went numb, losing sensation, as if they weren't their own.

"Uuu... aah..."

After drooling out those "ah‑ah‑uuu" sounds, they were easily subdued by the Healing Shaman and his two companions.

Watching their own shaman pinned to the ground, playing with saliva and mud, the Sea Snake Great Shaman and the Sea Snake Tribe people all fell silent.

This couldn't be a spy sent by another tribe, could it...

This duel loss was too hard to believe—our tribe's shamans hadn't even gotten a chance to act before they were completely wiped out.

Those old fellows of the Healing Shaman had been seen in previous trade‑meet duels; although they had won before, they had never won as easily and simply as this time.

So...

They involuntarily turned their gazes to the young female shaman standing beside the Healing Shaman.

Is this young female shaman the surprise of this duel?

"Take them down, don't delay the duel—haha, I never expected the Kuma Tribe to hide such a formidable shaman."

The Sea Snake Great Shaman's grim face suddenly cracked a strange smile, and he even spoke to the somewhat dazed Kuma Great Shaman sitting nearby.

The Kuma Great Shaman hastily closed his slightly open mouth, changed expression in an instant, adopting an inscrutable look: "In a super tribe there always have to be a few hidden experts."

The great shamans: "..."

Well, this jerk ended up being the one who got shown up.

The four victorious shamans leisurely returned to the platform, and Wu Yue was brought by the Healing Shaman to the spot previously occupied by that shaman.

In the subsequent duels, there was nothing as bizarre as the Healing Shaman's group.

Everyone respectively unleashed shaman power and gu worms to attack each other; back and forth, Wu Yue also learned quite a few shamanic attack techniques.

Wu Yue glanced at the shaman on the platform, then turned her head to whisper something into the Healing Shaman's ear.

She had already drawn everyone's attention from the previous battle; this move drew even more gazes toward her.

Wu Yue, however, seemed to sense being seen; she gave a soft smile and handed the Healing Shaman a small beast‑skin pouch.

Everyone then saw the Healing Shaman, who had previously held his head high as if only great shamans mattered, his old face instantly breaking into a chrysanthemum‑like grin; he waddled over, beckoned a Beastman Warrior from his own tribe, handed over the beast‑skin pouch, and said something very seriously.

The great shamans and Beastman Warriors pricked up their ears, trying to hear something, but all they caught were the dueling arena's cries—your "woo" and my "ha".

Everyone: "..."

It's just a fight; why are you yelling so loud.

Although they hadn't overheard, recalling the earlier duel's strange young female shaman, the great shamans still summoned their own shamans, carefully instructing them to be cautious when encountering Kuma Tribe shamans.

Even the Sea Snake Great Shaman, who usually held his nose high, summoned his clansmen for a briefing.

Soon enough, everyone learned what was inside that mysterious beast‑skin pouch.

Whenever they were at a disadvantage in duels against the Sea Snake Tribe, the Sea Snake Tribe shamans, when trying to unleash a killing strike on Kuma Tribe shamans, found their attacks blocked as if by an invisible wall, unable to hit those damned Kuma shamans.

"Come on, hit me~"

"Oh dear, you looked so fierce just now, I'm scared."

Yeah yeah, you scared me to death.

Even one Shaman, being all cheeky, pushed his arm up to the barrier and said, "Look, even this body hair of mine got scared into standing up by you."

The Sea Snake Tribe Shaman bellowed in furious rage: "You have so much hair, how could I possibly see which one stood up!"