The Flower-Foot Barbarians nearly exploded in uproar. Even such a formidable Warrior had fallen to Tang Changsheng. Would their chief have to fight him personally?
But what if Tang Changsheng defeated their chief too? Wouldn't they be disgraced beyond all measure today?
While the Flower-Foot Barbarians hesitated, Tang Changsheng seized the chance to call out for them. "Hua Bai, come out if you have the guts! Aren't you the strongest warrior in the Flower-Foot Tribal Stockade? You're the warrior chief. Are you so cowardly that you'll hide behind the crowd...?"
His string of victories had greatly lifted the Hongdong Barbarians' spirits and bolstered their faith in him. Now they joined Tang Changsheng, raising a clamor and shouting along.
In Tang Changsheng's world, such goading barely counted as child's play. Try it on a ruthless schemer like Sima Yi, and he would have you wearing women's clothes in no time. Believe it or not!
But as the Warrior chief of a Witch-Barbarian Tribal Stockade, Hua Bai's authority rested on strength. Even if he did not want to fight, he had no choice!
As with Hong An, Hua Bai was the only one among the Flower-Foot Barbarians who could be addressed by a surname.
Of course, every Tribal Stockade had one other special figure who needed no name: the Wizard.
Hua Bai could no longer sit still. His face dark, he stepped forward. "Young man, don't get too arrogant..."
Tang Changsheng sneered. "A life for a life, a debt repaid in full. Enough talk. Come on!"
"Then come! I'll tear you to pieces, you little bastard!" Hua Bai blustered.
Tang Changsheng gave a cold laugh and stepped in, grabbing Hua Bai's arm. Hua Bai roared and tensed his muscles until they were like bronze walls and iron ramparts, impossible to get a