Chapter 464 - 463, Full of Wounds_1
"Same old same old, nothing has changed." A familiar voice sounded from behind Ji Nuan and Xiu Yan. Turning around, they found it was Mo Peisi, the eldest son of Chief Mo Zha they had just left.
Ji Nuan gave him a humorous glance: "When did you get here?"
Mo Peisi scratched his head in thought: "I’ve always been here. After all, what goes down here will affect the rankings of our three tribes."
Ji Nuan pointed towards the already distant Mo Zha with his chin: "Your father didn’t recognize you at all, did he?"
There was no hint of disappointment on Mo Peisi’s face. Instead, he raised his shoulders in helplessness: "Unfortunately, I’ve always been kind of unpopular."
"Next up, Mo Zhu from the Serra Tribe and Xiu Yan from Waston Tribe, please come to the competition field." The voice of a Divine Wood Tree man came from the wooden platform in front of the open space.
Ji Nuan and Mo Peisi halted their conversation and looked at the composed Xiu Yan standing nearby.
Mo Peisi curled his mouth: "Isn’t this my dear little brother?"
Ji Nuan patted Xiu Yan on the shoulder and encouraged: "Brother Xiu Yan, good luck. I’m rooting for you."
A pleasing color flashed in Xiu Yan’s eyes: "I also have faith in myself."
Watching Xiu Yan stride towards the open field, Ji Nuan was overwhelmed by helplessness. Brother Xiu Yan is becoming more narcissistic, what to do? Please advise, urgently!
Seeing the tall orc approaching him, Mo Zhu’s eyes were filled with ferocity. He hadn’t mistaken it; the orc who was talking to this orc just now was definitely his "affectionate" older brother, Mo Peisi.
"Has Mo Peisi joined your Watson Tribe?" Mo Zhu asked Xiu Yan with an insincere smile.
"Less nonsense."
Unexpectedly disregarded by Xiu Yan, Mo Zhu’s expression froze on his face before turning vicious: "You orcs from minor tribes are really arrogant. I wonder who gives you the courage."
(Xiu Yan: Liang Jingru!)
Feeling irritated, his thin lips tightened into a sharper pout.
This orc is super annoying with his chattering.
"Start quickly. There are other orcs waiting." The Divine Wood Tree man standing nearby impatiently said, and after throwing a glare at the pale-faced Mo Zhu, he went back to the platform.
Humiliated in front of so many orcs, Mo Zhu’s anger surged like the temperature on Beast God Mountain, wave after wave.
With a roar, he charged towards Xiu Yan with his fist raised.
Seeing the stationary Xiu Yan, Mo Zhu’s eyes were filled with hatred. I’ll show you how tough I, Mo Zhu, am!
Watching the increasingly enlarged soft-fisted punch, Xiu Yan didn’t even bother to stop it with his hand. He simply sidestepped it, then swiftly kicked Mo Zhu’s rear end.
Mo Zhu only felt a severe pain in his butt, and unexpectedly found himself flying uncontrollably. He flipped in the air and landed perfectly seated on a rock.
"Hiss~" The orcs couldn’t help but gasp. That must hurt a lot!
Ji Nuan also couldn’t help but grit his teeth, oh my goodness, that really hurt the backside~
Looking at Mo Zhu, who still sat upright on the rock, his face now a sickly shade of green. Beads of sweat rolled down his face, and he was unable to make a sound.
Mo Peisi took delight in his misfortune: "Was it so painful that he lost his voice?"
Ji Nuan nodded: "Seems like it."