Mala Tang
Similar conversations occurred in every corner of the Riverside Tribe, with the young men looking for opportunities to bully the younger ones, though they mostly failed.
The kids also wanted to participate in the competition, so their teachers discussed it and specially added combat lessons for them.
Almost every orc and sub-orc has unique combat skills, more than enough to teach the little ones.
That day, it was Mo A's turn to go down the mountain to attend class.
Jian Mo was worried about Ji Xun's situation, so she went to ask Mo A about it.
After asking around and confirming that Ji Xun was alright, Jian Mo had nothing to do, so he simply sat in the stands of the arena and watched Mo A give the little ones a combat lesson.
Mo A first transformed into a giant panda and used his beast form to teach the cubs some fighting skills.
He truly lives up to his reputation as a wandering orc; his combat skills are excellent.
Jian Mo couldn't resist sticking out her claws from the stands, waving them several times as she had taught him, not to mention the little ones in the classroom—every little one was eager to try after hearing her instruction.
After fully piquing the children's interest, Mo A had them battle in pairs—or, if they weren't paired up, they could have a free-for-all.
And so, Jian Mo watched as the little ones instantly engaged in a chaotic battle, the humanoid and beast-shaped cubs fighting fiercely, their fur flying everywhere.
Especially the twins who had fought before—Little Ri Can and Red Zheng Beast Xing Yan —were rolling on the ground, their furry bodies trembling as they fought, like two pieces of glutinous rice cake, one white and one red, entangled in a gladiatorial arena.
Jian Mo watched from the stands with a smile, finding it particularly amusing.
The kids were really into it, but they didn't go all out or bite hard; even when they got hurt, it was just a small cut.
Mo A stood by, observing, and followed them.
After fighting for a while, Mo A called a truce.
So all the little ones lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, practically sticking their tongues out.
Some of the little beast-shaped cubs, especially, are so cute, with their fluffy fur and bulging bellies.
Jian Mo originally only planned to watch for a short while, but ended up watching for half the afternoon, from the little ones' class to the end of the course, just like watching a thoroughly enjoyable circus performance.
Others were drawn over and came to watch, loudly offering advice to the fighting brats, though it was all terrible ideas.
Just as Jian Mo was enjoying the book, Wu Jiong came over, sat down next to him, and watched it with him.
Wu Jiong: "Mo A is very good at teaching the cubs."
Jian Mo: "Yes, the kids are always very enthusiastic in his classes. I've noticed that the kids from different tribes seem to have similar combat abilities and skills; no particular tribe's kids stand out."
Wu Jiong nodded. "For the youngsters who haven't fully matured, age is more of an advantage than skill."
Jian Mo turned to look at him. "Then tell me, during the competition, which tribe's child will win?"
Wu Jiong: "I can't tell yet; we'll have to see how the little ones are doing by then."
Jian Mo: "That's something to look forward to!"
To cheer up the little ones, Jian Mo specially made them some sweet soup, cooking a pot of red bean paste with stems and soaked beans, and adding Pack-Pack Beast milk and sugar.
The little ones, their faces smeared with drink, sweet-talked Jian Mo, "Jian Mo, after drinking the sugar water, we'll definitely beat those guys from the other tribes to a pulp!"
Jian Mo's eyes crinkled into a smile, "Then it's up to you guys."
The little ones puffed out their chests one by one. "Jian Mo, don't worry! We'll definitely do it!"
Jian Mo ladled them some sugar water. "Eat more."
Jian Mo ladled a second round of sweet soup for the little ones, then left the rest for Jiujiu and Ying'ao.
Jiujiu also loved the sweet soup, and like the little ones, it puffed out its chest and called out loudly to Jian Mo, "Jiujiu!"
Jian Mo know what it was Jiujiu about, but that didn't stop Jian Mo from smiling and patting its fluffy head.
Encouraged by Jian Mo, the little ones from the Riverside Tribe displayed their might during another combat lesson.
Unfortunately, the other tribes' cubs were no pushovers either. A chaotic battle ensued, and every cub ended up with a bruised and swollen face.
After observing for several days, Jian Mo Wu Jiong that the youngsters in our tribe were all quite good, but I estimate that Jiang Xing is currently the strongest fighter; he's truly formidable in combat.
Jiang Xing, as the leader of the children in the Riverside Tribe, is basically invincible in the tribe as a sub-orc. Now, he also has an extremely high win rate against other tribes.
Wu Jiong said, "His combat awareness is quite good, and most importantly, he's very intelligent."
Jian Mo looked toward the arena.
Jiang Xing was sternly beating up the other cubs, his hands already transformed into cat claws. He beat up the cubs one by one, and beat up both of them if they came at once, using their strength against them with unparalleled skill.
Jian Mo smiled, "Give him some time, and as he grows, he will definitely become one of the leaders of our tribe."
Wu Jiong said, "Perhaps our tribe's next chieftain will be a sub-orc chieftain."
Chapter 183 Mala Tang (Spicy Hot Pot)
This year's Hunting Gathering was held in the Riverside Tribe.
Ban Ming and his fellow quick-footed young men had already gone to the surrounding tribes to inform them several days before the Hunting Gathering began.
It is said that the grandest Hunting Gathering in history was attended by twenty-seven tribes.
Although this year's Hunting Gathering was not as grand as the most in history, it was still much larger than the previous ones. A total of nineteen tribes participated, and they sent their best orcs and orcs with their cubs, the kind of tribes that would participate in the arena.
The day before the official start of the Hunting Gathering, people from various tribes began to arrive.
The Riverside Tribe had prepared some empty houses, but there were too many people, and the empty houses could not meet the needs of so many people. The people of the Riverside Tribe had no choice but to apologize and ask everyone to stay in the open space of the tribe for a couple of days.
No one minded and happily agreed.
To feed so many people, the Riverside Tribe set up more than ten hot pot pots in the village, mainly using clear broth. Anyone who wants to eat can simply find someone from the Riverside Tribe to cook their food— the Riverside Tribe does not accept supplies.