The burly man named Ju Wu looked somewhat uncomfortable, and his hand was trembling slightly.
Houtu leaped up in excitement. "Hahaha! Your old man won!"
The tribespeople watching nearby erupted into loud cheers, congratulating Houtu.
Ju Wu's expression flickered between dark and darker. He glared fiercely at Houtu, then said, "So what if you won? You're still just a woman. Let's see whether you can act this arrogant when you're pregnant."
At those words, the tribespeople around them fell silent.
Du Yu felt that the situation before him was rather delicate. It seemed everyone knew Houtu was a woman; they simply never said it aloud.
Houtu stared angrily at Ju Wu as well. She wanted to argue back, but could not get a word out.
Seeing her expression, Ju Wu laughed three times, then said, "Houtu, I'm the strongest of our generation. Won't you have to marry me in the end anyway? So what if you beat me at arm wrestling? Once you become my wife, don't expect a single good day. I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Du Yu could not bear to listen any longer. He slowly stepped forward and said, "Can't a big fellow like you take a loss? So all your strength is in your mouth, huh? You couldn't even win an arm-wrestling match, yet you have the nerve to call yourself the strongest?"
Seeing the man and woman step out before her, Houtu looked surprised. "The National Men Tribe?"
"Don't..." Du Yu waved a hand discreetly. "Don't go advertising that lousy name."
Ju Wu's face darkened too, and he said slowly, "You little brat... I haven't settled my score with you yet, and you dare come looking for trouble?"
"Settle your score with me?" Du Yu asked. "Is it my fault you're weak? You're