Chapter 2672: Just say whether it's fierce or not

The elder clan chief's face flushed red as he glared at Qi Wu, wishing he could beat this brat's butt until it bloomed.

If you're saying there was no choice, then that's fine.

But damn, in this nest there are two roosters, you have two male Fire Spirit Chicken Kings right there, yet you don't tame them, you insist on grappling with a hen—what's the point?

You've got a screw loose.

In his anger, the elder clan chief even forgot how formidable this hen was.

Although it's a hen, from the very start it has been pressing down on that rooster and hammering it mercilessly—the rooster couldn't fight back at all.

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of resisting, but every time the idea arose, the next second he was pressed down again.

It was completely a one-sided crushing.

Facing the elder clan chief's angry glare, Qi Wu showed no fear whatsoever, borrowing words he'd heard from Ye Zhangqing and retorted testily.

"Dad, who cares whether it's a rooster or a hen—if it agrees, it's a good chicken."

"Your brain's soaked, how could this hen possibly… possibly beat a rooster… huh???"

The elder clan chief had wanted to scold, saying you brat have no common sense, you're stupid to this extent.

But in the midst of his scolding, he unintentionally glanced into the pen, and the whole man went dumbfounded.

His eyes widened instantly, a look of having seen a ghost—how could this be? This hen is actually going to win?

It seemed as if his vision had blurred; the elder clan chief could never have imagined that this female Fire Spirit Chicken King could press down and violently pound a rooster.

Having lived so many years, he had never encountered anything like this—it's truly outrageous.

And Qi Wu, seeing the elder clan chief's stunned look, couldn't help but swell with pride.

"How about it, Dad? Just say whether this hen is fierce or not."

"Fierce……"

The elder clan chief opened his mouth, wanting to rebut, but faced with ironclad facts, he couldn't find a word to oppose.

How could you say it's not fierce? It's truly fierce beyond measure.

Yet the elder clan chief just couldn't understand: this is clearly a hen Fire Spirit Chicken, and in size, combat power, and growth, it's distinctly different from a rooster.

But why does this hen, obtained from the Scale Stone Tribe, become this fierce?

This is practically a tiger general.

The reality differs from expectation, yet there's no fault to be found.

Finally, the elder clan chief could only lower his flags and silence his drums, then promptly changed the subject.

"Fine, your choice is flawless, but can you fully control this hen?"

You know, saying this in private is fine, but if it were at the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship and this hen suddenly lost control, refusing orders, then it would be utterly doomed.

Moreover, just now I didn't see this brat show any hen‑taming skills, so the elder clan chief still couldn't help but suspect.

However, regarding this, Qi Wu spoke with full confidence.

"Dad, rest assured, with this rooster in hand, it won't dare to misbehave."

He shook the rooster in his hand; seeing this, the elder clan chief grew doubtful.

"You're taming the hen—what does this rooster have to do with it?"

Under the elder clan chief's questioning, Qi Wu didn't think much and simply told the truth.

But after hearing it, the elder clan chief's expression became ever more remarkable.

"Holding the husband hostage to command the wife?"

The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily; finally, after a long while, he managed to squeeze out this sentence.

"So, this is the hen‑taming method you spoke of?"

"Yeah, any problem, Dad? Look, does this guy dare defy me? Stop."

Qi Wu laughed, then gestured to the hen to stop; she indeed halted her movements instantly.

It's literally "orders carried out, prohibitions observed"—if you ignore that hen's hateful glare, Qi Wu has truly tamed her.

"Hit."

As Qi Wu gave the order again, the hen charged forward without hesitation.

"Stop."

She stopped instantly.

"Hit."

Charging forward fiercely, in the end the rooster couldn't take it anymore, howling miserably while glaring resentfully at Qi Wu.

That gaze seemed to say, "Damn, you're sick—if you're going to hit, keep hitting; if not, get lost."

"Hit a while, then stop—what are you trying to do?"

Qi Wu naturally did this to prove the hen had been tamed by him, so there's no need to worry about losing control.

After so many attempts, the elder clan chief naturally saw that this brat truly had the hen's vital point in his grip.

With a complex expression, he glanced at the listless rooster in his hand and no longer knew what to say.

"Is this brat taming the chicken? Probably."

Although this was a perfectly fine matter, the brat made it weird and strange, yet the final result seems indeed without fault.

So, for a moment the elder clan chief really couldn't say anything.

He could only stay silent and return to the room with Qi Wu; as for the other Flame Martial Tribe members, they also scattered in twos and threes.

But along the way they kept talking about the Young Clan Chief's chicken‑taming.

This method is simply superb, astonishing to the heavens—this Fire Spirit Chicken can actually be tamed like this? It truly gave them an eye-opener.

Meanwhile, in the room, father and son sat opposite each other, silent for a long while, and still the elder clan chief spoke first.

"The taming was not bad; I'll take that rooster back, tame it well as a precaution."

No problem, Dad, you just need to leave my husband with me.

Heh…………………

Seeing Qi Wu grinning foolishly, the Elder Clan Chief let out a helpless, wry laugh and then immediately planned to get up and leave.

Seeing the old man about to leave, Qi Wu hurriedly rose and stepped forward.

Anything else?

Dad, did you forget something?

What?

The bet—I won, Dad, shouldn't you back out?

Get lost.

Qi Wu said with a cheeky grin, and the next second an angry shout rang out in the room, followed by a chaotic commotion—quite lively.

You little brat, are you trying to seize the position?

Dad, you said it yourself—I won, you should make me clan chief.

I'll beat you to death, I'll make you clan chief.

Dad, you have to keep your word.

You call that chicken-taming? Everyone— I'm embarrassed to even say it— you call that winning?

Just say whether I managed to tame it or not.

Damn the taming—you're threatening, that's a threat, you know that?

After a moment, the Elder Clan Chief burst into anger, stormed off fuming, while Qi Wu stood at the door with a resentful face to see him off.

Only after the old man left did Qi Wu mutter with a grin.

This old man, at his age, still has such a temper—whoever wants to be clan chief would be worn out to death.

And the Elder Clan Chief left his foolish big son's place, seeming in good spirits, humming a little tune as he walked home.

This little brat, he's got plenty of clever ideas— not bad, not bad, he knows how to adapt.

After the father and son had their tussle, both were in good spirits; that night, the Elder Clan Chief even happily drank two cups.

He lavished praise on his own wife, saying things like 'Our son has a future; someday we'll hand the tribe over to him, we can rest easy,' and so on.