Facing the four tribes: thank you for yielding!
The bronze battle platform.
At that moment, Jin Wei was fighting Huo Qiannian of the Fire Dragon Tribe. The tribe's other youth, Huo Qianqiu, had already been smashed off the platform.
Of the four great tribes, only Yan Qiong of the Inkstone Mountain Tribe and Yun Caiyue of the Wandering Cloud Tribe had yet to fight.
But the elders of the tribes looked far from pleased. This had completely exceeded their expectations.
Where had this dark-skinned brat come from? He was so fierce, his attacks never dragged through mud and water, and he made no attempt to conceal his killing intent. Clearly, he was an old hand at fighting in the wild forests. No wonder their tribes' youths had lost.
"Fire Dragon Battles in the Wilderness!"
Huo Qiannian roared outright. The blood Qi throughout his body seemed to ignite. Standing amid the flames, he sent his surging presence pressing toward Jin Wei.
"Golden Ape Fist!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Jin Wei gathered his surging blood Qi into a single fist within a breath and smashed it down viciously.
Bam!
Violent blood Qi erupted from Jin Wei's fist, shattering the blazing flames outright. Huo Qiannian flew sideways, a fist imprint starkly visible on his chest.
"Stop!"
Suddenly, the Fire Dragon Tribe's grand elder cried out in alarm. At that moment, they saw Jin Wei follow like a shadow, striking down once more.
"Brother Huo, youngsters are only tussling. A little injury is nothing to worry about!"
Just as the Fire Dragon Tribe's grand elder was about to act, Qingyang Rong swept out his hand and blocked him outright.
Boom!
In that instant, Jin Wei's fist stamped onto Huo Qiannian's chest again.
"Qiannian!"
"Brother!"
Huo Qiannian was blasted off the platform and promptly caught by his tribesmen.
"This was only a sparring match! My brother had already been knocked down. Why did you attack again?"
Huo Qianqiu had not even wiped all the blood from the corner of his own mouth. Seeing his brother severely injured, he could not help shouting.
On the platform, Jin Wei's simple, honest air had vanished, replaced by a ruthless ferocity. Only Qingyang Huan, watching from afar, understood that having grown up with Jin Yuan, holding nothing back in combat had become instinctive to him. Fortunately, Huo Qiannian had been knocked away; otherwise, Qingyang Huan really feared Jin Wei would strike to kill.
"With such vicious attacks, aren't you afraid of suffering retribution someday?"
A youth leaped onto the platform from the Inkstone Mountain Tribe's side. Holding a white finger bone, he stared at Jin Wei with a somewhat sinister gaze.
"They're all dead."
Yet Jin Wei merely rubbed his head again and declared in a deep, muffled voice.
Kill!
In an instant, the killing gleams in the two youths' eyes collided.
Jin Wei also sensed the threat from the youth opposite him, and it made him very uncomfortable. The last person who had made him this uncomfortable was Qingyang Huan, and now he had encountered another. Qingyang Huan kept him pinned down and had now advanced to the Divine Treasure Realm. Since this one had delivered himself to his door, he naturally had to beat him flat.
Whoosh!
Yan Qiong flicked his finger, and the finger bone in his hand became a streak of light that shot straight toward Jin Wei. Earlier, he had called Jin Wei vicious, but with this attack, everyone below the platform saw what true viciousness was.
The killing intent struck at a treacherous angle, utterly merciless, with a length of finger bone as its weapon. Jin Wei punched straight at the incoming bone.
Pfft!
The finger bone broke through his fist in a splash of blood, then flew back and was shot out again by Yan Qiong. He had already spotted Jin Wei's weakness and refused to engage him at close quarters.
He roamed the platform, repeatedly shooting the finger bone at Jin Wei. Soon, five or six bloody gashes marked Jin Wei's body, while Yan Qiong still appeared to handle things with ease.
"Brother from Inkstone Mountain, teach that vicious dark-skinned brat a proper lesson!"
"Dark-skinned brat, you've finally met your match!"
Seeing Jin Wei in such a sorry state on the platform, the youths of the various tribes immediately began shouting.
The Qingyang Tribe's youths could not help breaking into a cold sweat for him. Jin Wei had fought five people in succession earlier, winning cleanly and decisively. Now, at last, he had encountered an opponent who had seized on his weakness.
The shooting finger bone was only the size of a little finger. Yan Qiong's footwork was light and nimble as he repeatedly sent it circling back and shooting out, perfectly countering Jin Wei's somewhat clumsy movements.
Roar!
At that moment, Jin Wei even let out an enraged roar, provoking another round of howls from the surrounding tribes' youths.
"The dark-skinned brat's angry! So what if you're angry? Someone's finally put you in your place!"
"Qiong'er, dodge!"
Suddenly, a thunderous shout drowned out all the clamor, making everyone shudder.
Only when everyone abruptly looked toward the bronze platform did they discover that, at some point, Jin Wei had forced Yan Qiong into a corner. However nimble his footwork, escape was impossible now that he had been boxed into the platform's corner.
Not good!
In an instant, the smugness in Yan Qiong's eyes turned to panic. There were already cautionary examples of what Jin Wei's fists could do.
That dark-skinned brat really strikes viciously. Do I have to jump off the platform? Then how could I, Inkstone Mountain's young chief, face all my tribesmen afterward?
Kill!
At last, a vicious gleam flashed in his eyes, and Yan Qiong charged at Jin Wei.
"Golden Ape Fist!"
By now, the finger bone had cut more than a dozen bloody gashes across Jin Wei's body, staining his beast-hide robe with blood. He roared, his wild presence surging as all his killing intent gathered into this single punch.
Crack!
Tens of thousands of jin of tremendous force slammed into the arms Yan Qiong held before his chest. In an instant, the sound of shattering bones spread around the platform, sending an involuntary chill through the youths who heard it.
The force of the punch pierced through his arms and then through his chest.
Having likewise used Golden Ape Three Fists, Jin Wei's violent presence poured away like a great river, then subsided. He stood on the bronze platform, somewhat drained.
At that moment, the others seemed unable to react to the scene before them. Then a voice rang out from behind the Qingyang tribesmen.
"Jin Wei, Inkstone Mountain and the other tribes are all our Qingyang Tribe's neighbors. These brothers are all Qingyang's guests. How could you use so much force? What if you hurt them badly?"
At that moment, Qingyang Huan strolled over leisurely with the Stone Spear in hand, arriving where Yan Qiong had fallen.
"Brother from Inkstone Mountain, are you all right? Our tribesman used a little too much strength. I didn't expect you to be so unable to take a beating."
Qingyang Huan crouched and pulled Yan Qiong up, immediately making him cry out.
"Ah..."
"Jin Wei, get down from there! You knew our brother from Inkstone Mountain couldn't take a beating. Couldn't you have gone a little easier on him?"
Qingyang Huan glared at Jin Wei, looking very angry, but his hands were not idle. With a slight movement of his fingers, Yan Qiong's finger bone fell into his hand.
Hearing Qingyang Huan's shout, Jin Wei's wildness faded, and his simple, honest look returned.
"Qingyang, you old devil! Where did your tribe find such a wild brat? He has no sense of restraint when he attacks. Don't you have anything to say?" Seeing the crippled Yan Qiong, the Inkstone Mountain Tribe's grand elder roared.
I caught him while catching fierce beasts. Would you believe that?
Faced with the Inkstone Mountain Tribe's grand elder's roar, Qingyang Huan pursed his lips. The next moment, he stepped straight onto the bronze platform, first stuffed something into Jin Wei's hand, then swept the Stone Spear through the air and shouted:
"I am Qingyang Huan, young chief of Qingyang! I challenge all you brothers. Thank you for yielding!"