Chapter 1731: The Competition

Other Wahala Tribe Warriors charged through the Wolf Pack, with only the final stretch of distance remaining.

They began to sprint with all their might.

Nashadier and Henry had long been far in the lead.

The others followed closely behind.

Past the Wolf Pack, the position ahead was the finish line; now only the two of them were left to compete, to determine the final victor.

But at this moment, Henry's War Horse had suffered heavy damage, although there was not a very large gap in speed between the two of them right now.

Yet Henry knew that if things continued like this, he would undoubtedly lose this competition.

But there was still one last chance ahead for Henry to turn the situation around.

Ahead lay a Musket, hidden in the darkness; if it were daytime, no one would fail to see the location of this Musket.

But it was night, and there were no campfires lit near the Musket; if they were not Wahala Tribe Warriors who frequently participated in such competitions, they would not know the location of this Musket.

For Henry, having this Musket would be his last hope of winning.

Henry soon saw Nashadier fly past the place where the Musket was, without stopping at all; clearly, he had not discovered where the Musket was.

Henry chased over and picked up the Musket.

As for all of this, Nashadier was completely unaware.

The distance between the two was not very far, just within the range of the Musket.

As long as Henry pulled the trigger, a single Musket Bullet would absolutely allow him to win the victory of this competition.

He also would not have to lose his position as Young Chieftain.

Henry laughed, tossed the Musket onto the ground, and as the horse's hooves stepped over it, the Musket was twisted and deformed, unable to be used ever again.

Just at this moment, the other Wahala Tribe Warriors had already caught up.

The Musket was their last hope to win this competition, as long as they could get the Musket.

Within this range, it would absolutely be possible to hit Nashadier, leaving him with no ability to win this competition anymore.

But by the time they arrived, they only found the Young Chieftain, whose speed had slowed down too much, and that Musket which was bent and could no longer be used.

The crowd looked at Young Chieftain Henry, slightly stunned.

"Henry, do you intend to hand over your position to an outsider?"

"Although he is a Warrior, and we acknowledge that, he cannot become the Young Chieftain of our Wahala Tribe."

"When it comes down to it, he is still an outsider."

Henry glanced at them and laughed: "He saved my life; just as you can see, when we went through the Wolf Pack just now, my War Horse was injured, and now I no longer have the ability to win this competition."

"If you have enough ability, then win this competition for me, and do not let Nashadier obtain the championship of this competition."

The crowd's expressions turned icy, seeing that Nashadier was less than three hundred meters from the finish line.

They were also only one hundred meters behind Nashadier.

This gap was not considered large.

But Nashadier was riding the Big Black Horse, the horse with the greatest speed and stamina in the Wahala Tribe.

Henry said: "The Big Black Horse was also injured during the fight with the Wolf Pack just now; if you go now, it is not certain that you cannot catch up."

"Chase!"

The crowd immediately spurred their horses and left; they had crossed the Wolf Pack as a group, and their War Horses had not suffered too much damage.

In contrast to Nashadier, the Big Black Horse had indeed suffered no small injury in the fight just now, which indeed affected the Big Black Horse's speed of travel.

This gave the other Wahala Tribe Warriors a glimmer of a chance.

A distance of less than a hundred meters was, for a War Horse, merely a matter of an instant.

The crowd soon caught up to Nashadier's War Horse.

But at this time, Nashadier was already about to reach the finish line.

The crowd accelerated fiercely; their War Horses still had some stamina left, with the goal of exerting force when approaching the finish line to be able to overtake Nashadier.

Nashadier and the Big Black Horse had been far in the lead the whole way, but now they were only in a situation of being on par with the crowd.

The situation for Nashadier was already precarious.

Now it was a dual showdown of stamina and speed; whoever could make their horse burst out with the greatest speed in the shortest amount of time would win this competition.

But at this moment, the Big Black Horse had injured its hind leg in the fight with the vicious wolves just now; being able to maintain its current speed was already a very rare thing.

The finish line was right before their eyes, with less than ten meters of distance left; the Big Black Horse was nearly on par with another War Horse.

Yet the opponent's speed was still rising.

Just at this moment, Nashadier actually stood up, not sitting in the saddle, his body leaning forward; the Big Black Horse seemed to have been stimulated by something, and its speed suddenly surged.

In one stroke, he charged across the finish line, winning the victory of this competition.

That person watched, and after Nashadier charged past, he was filled with surprise; according to calculations, it was impossible for Nashadier to be able to surpass him, but the reality was placed right before his eyes.

Nashadier chuckled; this method of increasing speed was something he had learned from Long Yan.

Jiang Xuan had said that this Method was to change one's center of gravity on the War Horse to achieve such an effect.

Seeing Nashadier be the first to charge across the finish line and obtain the Wahala Flag.

The Wahala crowd watching this competition was stunned for a second, then immediately began to cheer and jump for joy.

They offered their most sincere blessings for Nashadier's bravery; he was the true winner of this competition.

Seeing Nashadier charge across the finish line, the crowd was also slightly stunned, and then they all stopped their steps bitterly; the position of Wahala Young Chieftain was now out of their reach.

Henry rode his Arabian Warhorse over slowly, looked at Nashadier who had won the competition, offered applause, and said with heartfelt admiration: "Nashadier, in this competition, you have shown us noble character; you could have not cared about me and let me be swallowed by the Wolf Pack."

"You also showed wisdom; although you were injured and had no way to use a weapon, you made it so that none of us had any weapons to use, pulling us all to the same starting line."

"Your superb horsemanship has already proven that you are a true Warrior, a great Warrior."

"I, Wahala Young Chieftain Henry, congratulate you on achieving victory in this competition."

The crowd lowered their heads in unison, congratulating Nashadier on winning this competition.

Henry said again, "Now you can take your prize as the winner, including my status, the next chieftain of the Wahala Tribe, this status."

The expressions on the crowd's faces changed slightly.

They even began to whisper among themselves; letting an outsider become the Young Chieftain was a precedent that had never existed before.

"Although Nashadier is very formidable, do we really want to let him be our Young Chieftain? He is not a person from the tribe."

"This is what Henry promised; if he lost, he would give up his position as Young Chieftain."

"Now he has lost, and Nashadier has won. We people of the Wahala Tribe value honor above all else, and he is qualified to become the chieftain of our Wahala Tribe."

"This matter has already been decided."

After dismounting, Nashadier glanced at Henry and said indifferently, "According to the rules, I should be able to obtain one thing from you, and this thing can be anything at all, right?"

Henry nodded, "That is indeed the case."

"Then, I choose to obtain from you..." The recent transcoding is severe; to give us more motivation to update faster, please move your little hands to exit reading mode. Thank you.