Chapter 2679: and translation of chapter title

Looking at Huoming, whose eyes were wide round and whose face was full of angry fury, Qi Wu wore a very strange expression as he responded.

"Who said you can't put a mask on a Fire Spirit Chicken?"

"You………"

Upon hearing this, Huoming was so angry he nearly fainted, but for a moment he could find no words to rebut the other party.

Indeed, no one has ever explicitly forbidden putting a mask on a Fire Spirit Chicken, but the question is, what kind of brain‑damaged person would do such a thing?

They even went so far as to specially order a mask for a chicken—could this person really be so idle as to be bored to extremes?

Rather than wasting time and energy like this, it would be more practical to simply reclaim two fields.

At this very moment, Huoming suddenly felt a strong premonition—that the Flame Martial Tribe was likely up to something again.

Since last night's banquet, he has already developed a deep sense of wariness toward Qi Wu and the entire Flame Martial Tribe.

Because this group always manages to come up with all sorts of bizarre ideas to torment others, leaving them defenseless.

The banquet could have gone smoothly, but thanks to the Flame Martial Tribe's meddling it turned into a complete mess.

Not only did it fail to bring him honor, it actually made him lose all face.

The table, originally laden with sumptuous dishes, now had no takers; everyone merely took a few reluctant bites before putting down their chopsticks.

Those exquisite, tasty dishes seemed to have become abandoned waste, sitting there alone, ultimately to be tossed aside like garbage.

At this moment, as Huoming faced Qi Wu and the people of the Flame Martial Tribe, a hint of fear inevitably arose in his heart.

He knew well that their methods were extremely despicable and petty, really hard to deal with.

Thus, when he saw Qi Wu take out the Fire Spirit Chicken King wearing a mask, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

He scrutinized that mysterious Fire Spirit Chicken King with doubtful eyes, examining it carefully from top to bottom.

After this meticulous observation, he indeed discovered some clues—turns out, the Fire Spirit Chicken King displayed by the Flame Martial Tribe was actually a genuine hen.

Huoming's brows instantly knit together, his face full of bewildered incomprehension.

He simply could not fathom what trick the Flame Martial Tribe was trying to pull.

How could anyone possibly enter a hen in the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship?

This is utterly absurd, completely unreasonable.

Who doesn't know that a hen has essentially no fighting ability?

If it dared to step onto the stage, it would surely be beaten to a bloody pulp within a few rounds, a horrible sight.

But the situation seemed a bit off… well, yes, it was that indescribable strange feeling that made Huoming feel very weird.

After all, given Qi Wu's intelligence and experience, he would absolutely not make such a rookie mistake.

Then there must be some hidden secret or special reason behind this.

Perhaps this seemingly ordinary hen actually possesses some extraordinary talent or ability?

Otherwise, how could Qi Wu be so brimming with confidence in bringing it to compete?

However, despite Huoming having carefully examined this hen from top to bottom, left and right for a long time, he still could not find anything abnormal about it.

Whether its appearance or physical traits, it was no different from ordinary hens; indeed, it could be said to be identical.

Moreover, if one must compare, this hen is noticeably somewhat smaller than those roosters.

With such a huge size difference laid bare, the outcome seems obvious—this is basically a match with an overwhelming disparity in strength.

Faced with this situation, Huoming really could not figure out what Qi Wu was thinking.

Why would he choose such an unimpressive-looking hen as his representative to challenge the opponent?

Could there really be some secret trick here?

But time is pressing now, leaving Huoming no chance to think further, for just then, from the direction where Qi Wu stood, came an extremely faint, somewhat hoarse chicken cry…

This sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless pleas, deep fear, and an undisguisable timidity.

Everyone turned toward the sound, only to see that Qi Wu now had in his hand a Fire Spirit Chicken King wearing a mask, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Huh?"

Huoming's face was full of shock, his mouth opened wide enough to almost fit an egg.

He widened his eyes at the sight before him, silently wondering what on earth was going on.

There was clearly a lively old hen still on the stage, so why did Qi Wu keep gripping another masked Fire Spirit Chicken King in his hand and not let go?

Could it be… that your Flame Martial Tribe's Fire Spirit Chicken King especially loves being kneaded and played with?

As time ticked by, Qi Wu's behavior grew ever more bizarre and strange, and Huoming's heart grew ever more anxious.

You know, he does have some understanding of Qi Wu—this guy is always full of tricks, his belly full of scheming; acting like this now must certainly conceal some ulterior motive.

He might even be plotting some vicious conspiracy!

Sure enough, just then something unexpected happened.

When that Fire Spirit Chicken King's neck was firmly grasped by Qi Wu, the old hen that had been standing leisurely on the stage suddenly seemed to realize something—it widened its eyes, trembled all over, and its face showed an expression of extreme anger.

Obviously, this poor hen, seeing that her husband's life was now completely in Qi Wu's hands, had only one course open to her……

For a moment, the hen's gaze toward the opposing Fire Spirit Chicken King turned hostile.

Though they had no grudge, the killing intent in her eyes was utterly undisguised.

There's nothing to be done; my husband's life is in someone's grip, so for his safety I can only wrong you.

With a loud crow, the hen immediately charged at her opponent.

As for the Fire Spirit Tribe's Fire Spirit Chicken King, at first it still wore a look of contempt.

Facing a hen, there is an innate gap; their strength is not even on the same level.

Before, it had certainly not lacked opportunities to bully female Fire Spirit Chickens—that was absolutely a case of easy prey.

Those female Fire Spirit Chickens before it had no strength to fight back at all.

And this hen before it now looked the same—there was nothing to worry about.

They didn't even take it seriously.

When the two sides truly clashed, the chicken claws slammed together fiercely.

This Fire Spirit Chicken King of the Fire Spirit Tribe was kicked straight away.

"How is that possible………."

Huoming on the stage stared wide‑eyed—this hen is so fierce?

That shouldn't be.