Chapter 643 - 642, Victory_1
The fresh fruit had a faint and pleasant fruity aroma. Ji Nuan took a deep sniff and couldn’t help but exclaim, "It smells so good!"
After delivering the fruit, Meng Zhuo and his son left and returned to their tribe’s spot, as the competition was about to begin.
As local tribes in the Kunteng Mountain range, the Nacha Tribe sent an orc first. The orc looked somewhat fierce and seemed to be tough to deal with.
Sure enough, this orc turned out to be extraordinarily powerful, defeating several tribe’s orcs in a row and standing on the open ground with an arrogant expression on his face.
Watching this orc, who had previously picked a fight with him because he refused to take Namila on as a mate, Kun’s eyes filled with a cold light. Seeing the orc acting so smugly, he secretly hoped that a stronger orc would knock him off his high horse, the more disgraceful the better.
Unlike Kun, Namila wore a delighted face because this orc, robust and mountain-like, was one of her mates. Even though he was a common orc, his strength was formidable.
She cast a triumphant glance towards Ji Nuan, only to see him boredly studying the fruit in front of him as if he was analyzing some precious herb. He seemed entirely oblivious to her mate’s show of dominance.
(She threw a triumphant look at someone who was completely indifferent, lol!)
However, upon seeing the fruit in front of Ji Nuan, a strange smirk crossed Namila’s face. It disappeared instantly, and after casting a deep look at Ji Nuan, she turned her attention back to her mate’s competition.
The valiant fight of the orc came to an abrupt end at the Watson Tribe’s orc arena. His massive body was unable to even touch the fingertips of Watson Tribe’s orc, despite his tried-and-true moves. Eventually, he was swept away by a crouching strike from a Guard Orc and fell flat on his face.
All the orcs gritted their teeth, some fearfully touching their faces. Everyone might not rely on their looks to survive, but who would want to ruin their appearance?
It’s best to protect one’s beauty. After all, if your mate turns out ugly, the good genes for your offspring will all depend on you.
Protect your beauty, it’s an orc’s duty.
The last ones standing in the open space were two Watson Tribe orcs, a Gru Tribe orc, and the very noticeable Kun.
Looking at Kun, who had powerfully defeated all the other orcs, Namila’s admiration nearly materialized. She was so enthralled that she could hardly wait to rush over to embrace that handsome orc, expressing her excitement with loud cheers.
But thinking of Kun’s attitude towards her, the raging fire of passion in Namila’s heart somewhat calmed down. Her eyes flickered. She was very confident that this orc would eventually be hers.
The two Watson Tribe orcs each fought with Kun and the Gru Tribe orc. Kun easily defeated the Watson Tribe orc, his effortless prowess making all the orcs question whether he was really just an average orc.
In the other fight, Watson Tribe’s orc narrowly won against Gru Tribe’s orc, but lost to Kun due to injuries.
Mu Qing stared weirdly at the orc in the center of the open space, always feeling this orc was strangely familiar: "For this competition, the ultimate victor is Kun, the orc from Nacha Tribe."
Mu Qing was just about to hand the Divine Wood Tree leaf, which was also a beast skin, to Kun.
But the orc turned his gaze in the Watson Tribe’s direction, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on Ji Nuan.