Chapter 2678: Why are you putting a mask on the Fire Spirit Chicken?

Huoming was truly gloomy because of the banquet incident; in his view, the Flame Martial Tribe and the Scale Stone Tribe, this bunch that doesn't know life or death, are truly utterly hateful.

A perfectly good banquet, an opportunity to promote their Fire Spirit Tribe, was just ruined like that.

Of course, the even more hateful one is naturally the Flame Martial Tribe.

Within the Flame Martial Tribe, the one most deserving of death is again Qi Wu.

As for this guy Qi Wu, Huoming finds him hateful no matter how he looks at him,

This person, he must kill him.

As for Huoming's anger, Qi Wu naturally didn't know; returning to his lodgings, he didn't think much and immediately pestered Ye Zhangqing to prepare a special meal for everyone.

"Ye Brother, you didn't eat anything at the banquet today; how about casually having a bowl of noodles to fill your stomach?"

After the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon's translation, Ye Zhangqing understood, smiling and nodding.

A simple bowl of braised noodles isn't troublesome; Ye Zhangqing made quite a lot, yet it was still completely eaten up by the Flame Martial Tribe people.

Everyone ate three big bowls each, especially Qi Wu, who alone ate five bowls.

After eating and drinking to satisfaction, the Flame Martial Tribe people contentedly patted their bellies.

Don't look at it as just a few bowls of simple braised noodles; in the eyes of the Flame Martial Tribe people, it was a delicacy better than any mountain delicacy or seafood.

The big table of dishes prepared by the Fire Spirit Tribe, in the eyes of the Flame Martial Tribe people, summed up to just, what nonsense.

After eating their fill, naturally it was time to sleep.

This is also the usual lifestyle of the Barbarian God Tribe.

Completely different from the Human Race, on the Barbarian God Tribe one cannot see the Human cultivators' desperate effort.

That spirit of struggling against heaven for life.

Anyway, for the Barbarian God Tribe, whether they strive desperately or not, they can reach a higher realm.

As long as they cultivate normally, eat, and sleep, they can achieve that.

Ye Zhangqing also slept soundly like Qi Wu and the others.

He himself is a person with a system, completely different from other Human Race cultivators, so he has even less pressure.

He slept extremely comfortably.

The next day, today is the day the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship begins.

People of the five great tribes gathered on the huge plaza at the very center of the Fire Spirit Tribe.

A huge platform has been erected here, and around the platform are arranged seats in five different districts, belonging to the people of each great tribe.

Qi Wu led Ye Zhangqing, along with his fellow tribesmen and that Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, swaggering to the seats of the Flame Martial Tribe and sat down.

Regarding everything that happened at yesterday's banquet, Qi Wu didn't take it to heart at all.

To him, he didn't do anything yesterday.

Only Huoming, who arrived earlier, looking at Qi Wu's smug appearance, felt his teeth itch with anger.

This damn thing, indeed he's gotten carried away; I must kill him.

Having generated killing intent toward a person, even that person's breath seems utterly heinous.

Right now, Huoming's view of Qi Wu is exactly like that.

But Qi Wu is completely unaware.

Not long after, the people of the five great tribes all gathered.

As the representative of the Fire Spirit Tribe, the organizer of this Fire Spirit Chicken Championship, Huoming rose and spoke.

"Welcome, everyone........."

This was originally a normal opening remark, but before Huoming could finish, Qi Wu directly interrupted.

"Surname Huo, why do you have so much nonsense all day, saying all that for what, just start already, stop dragging your feet."

"Huh???"

Upon hearing this, Huoming's face instantly darkened; this damn thing, he truly wants to die.

He glared fiercely at Qi Wu, and Qi Wu naturally didn't show weakness, glaring back.

Their gazes collided in midair, a stalemate lasting a moment, ending with Huoming's cold snort.

Now is not the time to turn against this guy; after the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship ends, he will make sure this damn thing cannot return to the Flame Martial Tribe.

Immediately, Huoming declared the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship officially started.

Actually, the rules of the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship are very simple: each great tribe sends out their selected Fire Spirit Chicken King.

Each tribe has three slots; for each match won, they receive the stake of that match.

If all three Fire Spirit Chicken Kings are defeated, they lose eligibility.

The rules are simple and brutal, very simple and easy to understand.

Naturally, the Fire Spirit Tribe went first, dispatching their own tribe's first Fire Spirit Chicken King.

After a fierce battle with the Fire Spirit Chicken King of another tribe, the Fire Spirit Tribe's Fire Spirit Chicken King splendidly won.

It can be seen that, as the organizer, the Fire Spirit Tribe is fully prepared for this Fire Spirit Chicken King Championship.

The selected Fire Spirit Chicken Kings are also strong in strength.

Taking the lead, Huoming finally showed a smile on his face.

He even smugly glanced at Qi Wu.

Even if he plays some little tricks, in the end one still has to rely on strength to speak.

For today, the Fire Spirit Tribe spared no effort in cultivating three true Fire Spirit Chicken Kings.

They are all kings among kings, while this one right now is merely the weakest of the Fire Spirit Chicken Kings.

Yesterday, Qi Wu used some petty tricks, ruining the banquet he had carefully prepared.

But today, he will not give Qi Wu this opportunity again.

He wanted Qi Wu to know that in the face of absolute strength, any underhanded tactics are useless.

Facing Huoming's somewhat provocative gaze, Qi Wu only felt somewhat bewildered.

You won, so why keep staring at me?

It's just winning a match, what's there to be proud of?

I had originally planned to send them out later; after all, their Flame Martial Tribe does have three Fire Spirit Chicken Kings, but in reality only that old hen is fit for battle.

The other two roosters—one henpecks his wife, the other has mediocre combat power and is basically useless.

But plans change; facing Huoming's smug attitude, Qi Wu could no longer hold back.

He brought a pair of hens.

All were wearing the distinctive Flame Martial masks.

Seeing the old hen thrown onto the high platform, everyone present was stunned.

For no other reason, it just felt strange—why put a Flame Martial mask on a chicken? It's ridiculous.

I've never seen anyone put a Flame Martial mask on a chicken; what is the Flame Martial Tribe up to now?

Naturally, the one with the biggest reaction was Huoming.

Seeing the masked old hen thrown onto the high platform, Huoming's smile vanished instantly.

He turned his head toward Qi Wu, not happy, and snapped in a low voice.

"Qi Wu, what are you up to again?"

"Huh???"

Hearing that, Qi Wu looked at Huoming, completely confused.

"What are you talking about?"

This isn't an act; it's genuinely strange—I didn't do anything, why is this Huo-surname guy overreacting? He must be sick.

But facing Qi Wu's confusion, Huoming bluntly questioned him.

"You didn't do anything, yet you put a mask on the Fire Spirit Chicken—are you sick?"