Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 487 - 381: The Snow Tiger Tribe’s Pursuit

A hot-tempered Beastman Warrior from the Yan Yan Tribe listened to Yuan Lang’s words and was instantly livid.

He stormed forward, shoving aside the Beastman Warrior at the front. "I’ll go first! Who from your tribe is stepping up? Let me show you the true strength of a Beastman Warrior from a Great Tribe!"

Without needing an order from Yuan Lang, Teng Qian stepped forward with a grin. "I’ll take him. If this powerful Beastman Warrior would be so kind, I’d love for a humble Beastman from a small tribe like myself to witness the might of a warrior from a Great Tribe."

It was the same infuriatingly cheeky tone, yet it made it impossible for the Beastman opposite him to feel the least bit triumphant.

Without another word, he let out a low roar and charged.

Teng Qian’s roguish smile vanished. Ferocity flashed in his eyes as he shot forward like lightning to meet the charge.

In that single movement, the difference in their strength was instantly clear.

Teng Qian was more than twice as fast as the sturdy Beastman. The spectators could tell, and the Yan Yan Tribe warrior, who had charged several times without even managing to graze him, certainly realized the massive gap between their abilities as well.

’Damn it! I’ve been had!’

The sturdy Beastman finally came to his senses. But as he was already in the middle of the fight, his only option was to continue.

The fight would only end when one of them was no longer able to battle.

Thinking of the miserable fate that would follow if he surrendered, the sturdy Beastman’s heart went cold. He gathered all his strength and charged at Teng Qian once more.

What little wild grass there was in the clearing was ripped up by the force of the two Beastman Warriors’ battle, sent flying in all directions.

Without the layer of turf, the fighting ground was instantly engulfed in a cloud of dust, obscuring the spectators’ view.

Only the occasional, miserable scream indicated that the fight was still ongoing.

And from the sound of those familiar screams, the Beastmen knew that the one getting beaten one-sidedly was clearly the sturdy warrior from the Yan Yan Tribe.

This made the faces of all the Yan Yan Tribe Beastmen turn grim.

They were the ones who had made the bold claims, and now they were the ones being taught a lesson. The slap to their faces was deafening.

"AAH! My face!"

With a miserable howl, the familiar, sturdy figure of the Yan Yan Tribe warrior came flying backward out of the dust cloud, carving a deep furrow in the earth as he landed.

The Beastman now looked as if he’d undergone some rapid fattening procedure in that short time; his entire body had swollen up by more than a full size.

Especially his face, which was now so swollen it resembled a backside. The most conspicuous features were his bruised eye sockets—as dark as the hair of a Scorpion Tribe Beastman—and lips that were now fatter than fingers.

And when he howled, he revealed two missing front teeth...

This glorious visage of his was truly a repulsive sight. The other Beastmen couldn’t help but worry about what would happen to him when he returned to his tribe.

They heard he’d spent a great deal of salt to trade for a beautiful string of beads, intending to give it to the young female he had a crush on.

But looking at him now, it seemed that string of beads would go to waste.

Some of the less scrupulous Yan Yan Tribe Beastmen were already scheming how to trade for that string of beads from the warrior at the lowest possible price.

"Hasn’t this Snow Tiger Tribe warrior gone too far? This was just a friendly match. Was it really necessary to beat our tribe’s warrior into this state?"

These words instantly snapped the Yan Yan tribesmen, who were still coveting the sturdy warrior’s beads, back to reality.

When they looked at the sturdy warrior again, their fantasies about his beads vanished. Their expressions darkened as they started to worry about their own fates in the fights to come.

Although the sturdy warrior had a fiery temper, his strength was among the best of their group.

If even he could be beaten into such an unrecognizable state, then at least half of the Beastman Warriors who had come to the trade meet would be no match for that Snow Tiger Tribe warrior.

At this thought, the expressions of the Yan Yan Tribe warriors soured even more. Alongside their worry, another emotion—jealousy—began to fester.

’The Yan Yan Tribe is so powerful, yet we lost a fight to a small forest tribe.’

’If these small tribes didn’t have enough Crystal Cores to upgrade themselves, how could they possibly be our opponents?’

With this thought, the beastmens’ desire for Fierce Beast Crystal Cores intensified.

Teng Qian patted the dust from his Beast Skin Skirt and looked at the sturdy warrior sprawled on the ground. "Of course it was necessary! And because it was just a friendly match, I was actually holding back.

You should know that we warriors of the Snow Tiger Tribe don’t fight lightly. When we strike, it’s... KRAK!"

His smile was cold as he made a neck-snapping motion, a gesture that successfully made every face in the Yan Yan Tribe contingent darken.