Baboon Battle Against Vajra Ants: Prelude! (Please Bookmark and Follow)

Beneath the shelter of towering mountains, before the royal palace of the Azure-Eyed Baboon tribe, a storm of fury and unwillingness was quietly brewing. The Azure-eyed Baboon King, a massive figure with emerald-green eyes, stood atop the palace, his roar shaking the entire tribe like thunder.

"Roar, roar, roar~~" His voice was low and majestic, filled with fury and unquestionable resolve. "Our neighbors, the Vajra Ant Clan—those former traitors—have now become vassals of the Insect Race. They dare to expand their borders and invade our territory. They have even approached the line seventy thousand li from us! This is an open provocation and trampling upon the Azure-Eyed Baboon tribe!"

As soon as he spoke, angry roars echoed throughout the royal palace. Seven Planet Level Azure-Eyed Baboons stood forth like seven towering peaks, flames seeming to blaze in their eyes.

"Iron Fist!" A burly Azure-Eyed Baboon took the first step forward. His muscles were as hard as steel, and every step seemed to shake the earth. "I am willing to lead our warriors and sweep through the Vajra Ant Clan's army like a raging storm, utterly destroying them!"

His voice was as stirring as war drums, brimming with fighting spirit.

Right afterward, another Planet Level baboon stepped forward.

He was agile, his fur fluttering in the wind, sharp light gleaming in his eyes. "Gale is willing to fight shoulder to shoulder with Iron Fist. We will become the enemy's nightmare and leave them nowhere to escape!" His words revealed his thirst for victory and confidence.

After the two warriors, Wisdom slowly stepped forward as well. He was thin, but wisdom glimmered in his eyes. "Wisdom is willing to devise strategies for the tribe and use my wisdom to show the warriors the way, ensuring our victory."

Though the other four Planet Level Azure-Eyed Baboons did not state their positions directly, their eyes were likewise filled with resolve and determination. They stood silently to one side, ready to accept deployment at any moment and contribute their strength to the tribe.

The Azure-Eyed Baboon King was greatly comforted. His voice rumbled, "Good! Your courage and determination are the pride of our tribe. Iron Fist and Gale, you two warriors will lead the tribe's elite to face the Vajra Ant Clan. Wisdom, remain behind to assist me in overseeing the larger situation and ensure that our rear remains secure. The remaining four Planet Level warriors will each guard one of the tribe's four key strongholds, lest the Vajra Ant Clan launch a sneak attack from another direction."

"Go select your tribesmen. Set out tonight and strive to reach the border within half a month." Considering that ordinary tribesmen were only Apprentice Level, the Azure-Eyed Baboon King had allowed a relatively generous timeframe.

"By your command, my king."

"By your command, my king."

As the Azure-Eyed Baboon King's words fell, the two Planet Level warriors, Iron Fist and Gale, answered in unison. They then turned and departed, preparing to carry out their mission.

Iron Fist left the royal palace and arrived at another towering mountaintop.

This was the Azure-Eyed Baboon tribe's training ground, where the adult tribesmen gathered. When he stepped onto this familiar land, the gazes of Azure-Eyed Baboons three to four meters tall turned toward him, filled with confusion and respect.

Iron Fist stood on high ground, his figure appearing especially burly beneath the afterglow of the sunset.

He looked around and saw his tribesmen busily carrying out their daily training. Some practiced combat techniques, some climbed steep cliffs, and some drilled in simulated battle scenes. Though they ruled an area spanning hundreds of thousands of li, they did not rest on their laurels and still maintained rigorous training.

Iron Fist took a deep breath, his voice sounding like a great bell. "Tribesmen, the Vajra Ant Clan has invaded our territory! This is an open provocation against the Azure-Eyed Baboon tribe! As warriors of the tribe, we have both the responsibility and duty to defend our home!"

As Iron Fist's impassioned words fell, the Azure-Eyed Baboons on the training ground instantly stirred. They waved their training weapons and let out deep roars, as though releasing every bit of fury and fighting spirit within their hearts.

"Roar, roar, roar~~"

Deep roars echoed through the valley, like the cries of countless beasts resounding together and shaking the soul. Baboons were inherently warlike beasts. Even after becoming monsters, they could not change the combative nature flowing in their blood.

Fierce battle intent burned in the Azure-Eyed Baboons' eyes as they gathered around Iron Fist, awaiting his next command.

"Now, I will select the bravest warriors to accompany me to the border and face the Vajra Ant Clan!" Iron Fist shouted.

The moment his words ended, the Azure-Eyed Baboons below the platform became eager to try. They waved their weapons, competing to display their strength and courage. Some demonstrated astonishing power, smashing huge boulders to pieces with a single punch. Some displayed agile movements, darting swiftly through rows of obstacles. Others showed superb fighting skills, engaging in fierce contests with fellow tribesmen.

Iron Fist did not stop them. This was perfectly normal.

Under their somewhat primitive social system, they had no arena duels or formal selection ceremonies.

The capable rose; the mediocre fell.

There was only this one rule!

"Roar, roar, roar~~~~"

A wave of roars sounded through the mountain forest.

When the selection below was nearly complete, Gale, who had disappeared earlier, returned. More than ten somewhat smaller Azure-Eyed Baboons followed behind him. These baboons were the tribe's dedicated smiths, and each carried a large bundle of weapons on his back.

The weapons Gale had brought gleamed with a cold light beneath the sun, every one of them revealing an extraordinary edge.

These weapons had all been carefully crafted from an unusual tree known as Blade Wood. Although the Azure-Eyed Baboon tribe had yet to master complex smelting techniques, Blade Wood's natural hardness and resilience allowed these weapons to display formidable power on the battlefield.

To the Azure-Eyed Baboons, these weapons were strategic resources, every single one exceedingly precious. Only because this war was so important had Gale been able to retrieve so many treasures from the armory.

"Alright, I'll take the fifty of you!"

When the last chaotic melee came to an end, Iron Fist pointed with his dark palm in satisfaction. The Azure-Eyed Baboons he had selected immediately began roaring and shouting in excitement.

"Now, every one of you, go choose a weapon."

The fifty selected Azure-Eyed Baboons surged toward the craftsmen behind Gale. They gathered around the weapons, excitement and anticipation shining in their eyes.

The craftsmen swiftly removed the weapons from their backs and laid them out neatly on the ground.

These weapons came in varied forms: sharp swords, heavy battle axes, pointed spears...

Their designs differed from one another. Even weapons of the same type looked different, making it obvious that they had been entirely handmade... Some weapons even bore blackish-red marks in their grooves, traces left behind by dried and oxidized blood.

Rugged. Primitive.

That was the true portrait of the Monster Race.