"Hoo hoo, a weak freak shaman."
Dà Shān looked down on Zhù Jué contemptuously and continued to ask Ā Dá, "Is this all it takes to make you submit?"
Without the control brought by the Hilichurl God System, it indeed wouldn't be enough, but now this Brute Qiuqiu named Ā Dá was incredibly loyal to Zhù Jué.
He put on a stern face and said, "Zhù Qiū's power is evident to all. If you don't respect our chief, I won't let you off, even if you are Dà Shān!"
Dà Shān looked at his former subordinate in surprise, unable to understand why he had become so unfamiliar after only a day.
Zhù Jué felt it was necessary to say something to end this meaningless conversation, so he spoke, "I heard your Good Meat Tribe has a grand arena! If we can defeat you there, the position of chief will be mine, how about it?"
Dà Shān looked down at Zhù Jué dismissively, "Heh, I didn't expect you to have some courage! Then come up. As challengers, you can only bring up to four Qiuqiu! If you lose, you will have to submit to me!"
With the mindset of a Brute Qiuqiu, there weren't many convoluted schemes; if there was a challenge, they would accept it.
As long as any creature stood on the grand arena, whether it was a Hilichurl, a human, an Archon, or anything else, these Qiuqiu of the Good Meat Tribe would fight them without hesitation. This was the Good Meat Tribe, the most pugnacious Hilichurl tribe in Daduopa Valley.
As Zhù Jué called for a challenger, the system also issued a mission at the opportune moment.
"【The Arena of the Good Meat Tribe】
As a tribe skilled in raising pigs, why aren't they focusing on production instead of thinking about fighting all day? Defeat them and ensure these restless Qiuqiu solely focus on raising pigs from now on!
Mission Objective: Defeat all Qiuqiu of the Good Meat Tribe on the grand arena, annex the Good Meat Tribe.
Mission Reward: 5000 Experience, Territory Control +20, Chieftain's Scepter ×1
Time Limit: 1 hour
Failure Penalty: Control reduced to zero"
Zhù Jué raised an eyebrow; it seemed he had no way out.
The Qiuqiu who stepped onto the grand arena from Zhù Jué's side were none other than Dà Zhuàng, Sandbag, Ā Dá, and himself.
Speaking of which, in terms of high-end combat power, Zhù Jué's tribe was slightly stronger. The oppressive aura exuded by just the two Brute Qiuqiu standing on the arena made Dà Shān feel uneasy.
However, on the grand arena, the Good Meat Tribe played a war of attrition against challengers!
The first round, several Qiuqiu fighters and ordinary archers stepped onto the stage. They were essentially cannon fodder, and the two Brute Qiuqiu easily knocked them off the stage.
In the second round, Elemental Hilichurl Archers and Wind Element Hilichurl Shamans appeared. Since Zhù Jué wanted to conserve energy to deal with Dà Shān, the chief of the Good Meat Tribe, the two Brute Qiuqiu had to sustain some injuries, getting hit by a few arrows.
By the third round, the Good Meat Tribe started to play dirty, with over twenty Qiuqiu fighters and more than a dozen archers entering the arena simultaneously. Dà Shān also walked up with his massive wooden shield.
"Insignificant insects! Accept your fate of defeat!"
Seeing a large group of his subordinates being swept away by Dà Zhuàng's wide sweep shortly after coming up, Dà Shān, in his fury, made the black mane on his neck stand on end. He pulled out a Dendro Slime from somewhere and conjured it into a wooden spear out of thin air!
As a Brute Qiuqiu, Dà Shān was not only an excellent muscle warrior but also a Qiuqiu capable of roughly manipulating Elemental Power. His varied uses of Dendro Slimes were also one of the reasons he sat on the throne as the chief of the Good Meat Tribe.
Dà Shān grabbed the sharply pointed wooden spear, pulled it back forcefully with his right hand, and using the strength of his core, twisted his body and exerted force, throwing the spear like a taut bowstring.
"Thunk!"
Ā Dá was also a Brute Qiuqiu capable of crushing and shaping Dendro Slimes. Although he could only use slimes to condense wooden shields, the quality of the shield was adequately reliable.
He blocked in front of Zhù Jué just before the wooden spear hit. The wooden shield successfully blocked the whistling wooden spear. However, the immense kinetic energy continued with undiminished force, forcing Ā Dá to retreat step by step, and the wooden spear then shattered into a sky full of wooden splinters.
But Dà Shān wasn't limited to conjuring just one wooden spear. Seeing the first one blocked, he immediately pulled out another pitiful Dendro Slime from somewhere and condensed another wooden spear.
"Whoosh!"
This time, the wooden spear struck the same spot as the previous one, piercing a hole in Ā Dá's shield.
Dà Shān's strength was more terrifying than anticipated. Zhù Jué didn't dare to gamble whether Ā Dá could withstand a third wooden spear, so even though his energy was almost depleted, he unhesitatingly began chanting a spell.
First, Thorn Bushes that restricted movement wrapped around Dà Shān's body. As he struggled, a vibrant green light enveloped Dà Shān's head... Grass Element Infusion!
After completing these two spells, Zhù Jué had no energy left. Fortunately, he still had Dà Zhuàng, who could unleash Pyro Element.
With Zhù Jué's command, flames erupted from Dà Zhuàng's great axe. Upon contact with the Grass Element Infusion released by Zhù Jué, it began to burn intensely, like oil poured onto a fierce fire. Dà Shān, caught in the middle, was soon ignited as well.
Fire raged across Dà Shān's dark body. He screamed and tried to roll on the ground, but the thorns in the flames had not yet completely burned away. The moment he moved, the thorns would pierce his muscles, causing him unbearable pain.
Roaring, wailing, the arena became a giant barbecue grill. All the Good Meat Tribe Qiuqiu who dared to resist were thrown into the flames to enjoy the baptism of fire along with their chief.
"Help me! Hurry and help me!"
Amidst the flames, Dà Shān felt every nerve in his body trembling from the burning. The stinging pain all over his body made him almost pass out, but the instinct for survival still made him cry out to his Good Meat Tribe subordinates for help.
But to Dà Shān's despair, these subordinates, who usually obeyed his every word, were hesitating.
"Get up here, you insects! I am your leader; without me, you won't survive the encirclement by the Archon's lackeys!"
His fierce roar did not elicit loyalty from the Qiuqiu. The remaining Qiuqiu of the Good Meat Tribe simply shook their heads, indicating refusal.
"Berunye!" they said. The defeated should act like the defeated, accepting their death with equanimity.
As Dà Shān despaired, several dark figures appeared before him, with Zhù Jué standing at the front, appraising him.
"Zhù Qiū, save me! From now on, I will be your most loyal subordinate; if you tell me to go east, I will never go west!"
Dà Shān, disregarding the pain from the flames, said fawningly.
Unfortunately, Zhù Jué was not a soft-hearted Qiuqiu. He simply signaled to Dà Zhuàng, "Chop off his head!"