Fatty Xia's suggestion startled Tong Lie. He had never expected the idea to be so vicious.
If he lost, he would have to abandon his Savage Tribe identity, join the human race, and take pride in being human. Wasn't that fucking renouncing his ancestors?
To put it bluntly, from Ancient Times to the present, there had been some scum among the Savage Tribes, but never had there been one so shameless as to willingly give up his Savage Tribe identity and grovel at the feet of humanity. At most, they had exchanged interests, sacrificed Savage Tribe interests to satisfy their own selfish desires.
"Th-this won't do. I absolutely will not agree. If I truly agreed to this, how could I ever show my face again on the Arctic Ice Plains, or return to the Bronze Hammer Tribe?"
It could even be said that if Tong Lie truly lost, he would become a disgrace rarely seen among the Savage Tribes throughout all of history, nailed forever to the pillar of shame and not forgotten even a thousand years later.
Fatty Xia also knew that this move of his was vicious, but that was precisely the point. If it were not vicious, how could it provoke Meng Zhao into accepting the challenge?
"Tong Lie, don't refuse just yet. Hear me out.
"You know yourself that you are now a thorn in the eyes and a barb in the flesh of martial artists throughout Liang Prefecture, even the entire Northern Lands. The crux lies in your identity as a Savage Tribesman, as well as your martial arts, which have swept through Liang Prefecture without finding an equal. You have ruthlessly crushed those martial artists in the very field they pride themselves on most, and each of them has a fire burning in his