"Bang! Boom!"
The heavy Stone Hammer came whistling in, grazing past Zuwaro before smashing hard into the earthen wall behind him, punching out a small pit visible to the naked eye. Maha Aguda's fury erupted like a raging Black Bear. He swung the twelve-jin sledgehammer with all his might, hammering the walls of the mud house until sand and dirt flew everywhere and thunderous crashes rang out again and again!
"Bang! Boom!"
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Zuwaro stared, dumbstruck, as two Kingdom Samurai hurriedly dragged him more than ten paces away. The surrounding Fish-Skin Tribes, meanwhile, chattered among themselves, grinning broadly.
"Mountain God! Didn't we win? And we captured so many prisoners... Why is Chief Aguda angry again? Could it be because of that dead horse?..."
"Maybe! Look, Wuzhu's already so scared he slipped off into the horse pen!"
"What! What's he hiding in the horse pen for?..."
"Isn't that obvious?! In the horse pen, Chief Aguda will be afraid of accidentally hurting the horses, so he won't smash him with the sledgehammer. As for taking a few punches, he's that sturdy, they won't kill him..."
"Whoa! Last time Chief Aguda got angry, he rode out alone and hunted a tiger back! Do you think he'll go out this time too and beat a brown bear to death?..."
"No way, right? Black Bears are much sturdier than Tigers. How could one man beat one? You'd need at least five! Last time they hunted a brown bear, it was a five-man hunting party!..."
"Aguda's worth three men by himself! Three people would be enough!... Come to think of it, winter really is a good time to hunt bears!..."
"That's right! Blind bears are asleep, and they wake up slowly! That one dazed moment is enough for hunters to shoot two volleys of big arrows,