Chapter 177. The Tiger Clan (2)
The moment Caron stepped into Yurth, the village of the tiger clan, the sight before him was nothing short of spectacular.
Boom!
"Haha! Your punches have gotten weaker!" a beastfolk warrior said.
"Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well last night. I'm not satisfied with my punch either," another warrior replied.
"This time, it's my turn," the first warrior said.
"Bring it on!" the other warrior replied.
All around the village, fully grown warriors were exchanging punches in various sand pits scattered throughout the settlement. Each time a fist hit, the impact echoed like an explosion.
If it had been just a handful of people, Caron might have dismissed them as a few eccentric fighters. But nearly everyone in the village was throwing punches at one another.
"Wow," Caron murmured.
To an outsider like Caron, the scene was nothing short of brutal. Yet Bataar, standing beside him, nodded in approval, as if pleased by the display.
"Altan's punches keep getting heavier by the day. If someone takes a direct hit, they might not even be able to piece their bones back together," Bataar said.