"Is it... is it over?"
Lance gasped, asking in shock.
Yet at this mont, no one answered him, because all eyes were fixed intently on the dissipating dust...
The dust was clearing.
The figure inside was about to beco visible!
This is...
Everyone seed to hear the sa crisp sound of jaws dropping.
The leader of the nearly invincible Wolf Armor Group in their hearts, the War God of the young generation—Alva.
At this mont, he was forcibly pressed into the ground.
Mu Fan’s iron-like left hand clamped around his opponent’s throat, half-kneeling on the ground.
Alva stared blankly at the sky.
"I actually... lost..."
Just that instant.
No tricks, just the raw clash of power and speed.
And he, Alva, who had never been defeated and prided himself as the Child of the Stars, was actually defeated in the area he took the most pride in.
The iron-like hand on his throat, with just a slight squeeze, would have his throat burst open instantly.
Experiencing this sensation of having his throat throttled, nearing death, was indeed a first.
Even though his whole body felt like it was falling apart and could exert no strength, even though he was pressed into the ground, he did not feel any pressure from the fingers.
There’s only one reasonable explanation, Mu Fan had no intent to kill.
"You lost."
Mu Fan’s scarlet eyes gazed at Alva, his voice raspy like the friction of gravel, accompanied by heavy breaths.
"I..."
Alva’s face contorted with trendous struggle, finally turning into desolation.
"Lost."
With those words, the remaining strength in Alva’s body also completely drained away.
Defeated head-on in the area he was most proud of.
He had no words to justify himself!
"That child Alva, he’s too competitive, but this is good, at least it lets him know there’s always soone better. Trees need the baptism of wind and rain to grow."
Isaiah’s gaze was calm, his voice equally calm, and those around turned to look.
Seeing the inquisitive looks from the tribesn, Isaiah smiled, raised his head, and shouted loudly into the distance:
"Knowing sha and then striving, that’s the indomitable spirit of the White Armor Tribe!"
"Alva, you lost, but it’s not shaful!"
So things can’t be avoided by running away.
A true hero dares to face all victories and defeats.
Lying on the ground, Alva’s gaze was originally dim, seemingly drained of all strength.
But when Isaiah’s voice ca, his body trembled.
I lost, but it’s not shaful!
I am the undefeated White Armored Brave Warrior.
Not as skilled as others, which ans I need to improve.
From this perspective, isn’t Mu Fan in front of an excellent target...
In Alva’s pupils, a spark of vitality slowly blossod.
"Cough cough... ha..."
"Ha ha ha! I, Alva, can’t beat you now, but I will surely defeat you in the future."
The familiar confidence returned to Alva’s face as he looked at Mu Fan and laughed heartily.
Yet with that battered face, Alva looked exceedingly comical at the mont.
"Hey."
The blood-red color in Mu Fan’s eyes receded like the tide, and his breathing sounded like bellows, as he watched Alva laugh uproariously, he let go of his hand, and his whole body gently trembled, collapsing next to Alva.
After consecutive high-intensity battles, the aftereffects of the Blessed Relief finally appeared.
The dust kicked up again.
The two n just lay side by side on the ground, gazing at the starry sky, laughing carefree.
"You’ll never beat , hey..." Mu Fan derisively said.
"When I smash you into the dirt, don’t... cry... cough cough!"
"The one crying will be you."
"Let’s set a ti for our next battle, I, Alva, have never felt such fervent fighting spirit."
"Fine. I’ll smash you even deeper."
...
The two n, now entirely without the previous tension from their confrontation.
Now, under the stunned gaze of the crowd, like corpses, immovable but engaged in a heated verbal exchange.
Until the end, both laughed heartily as they looked into each other’s eyes.
The two simultaneously propped up their bodies, strongly clasping their powerful hands together.
"Mu Fan."
"Alva."
In their equally bright eyes, a genuine mutual admiration flickered.
"You’re the strongest person I’ve ever seen," Alva said sincerely.
However, Mu Fan thought for a mont and earnestly replied, "You’re the second."
Alva’s outstretched hand froze, and a hint of sha and anger flushed across his face.
"I challenge you to a duel!"
"Bring it on."
In just two seconds, the just-dissipated inclination for battle swiftly reignited.
The onlookers burst into laughter.
In the village long oppressed, it was rare to see Alva laughing so heartily.
...
...
"I like Miss Nuonuo; she’s like a beautiful star in the sky, unforgettable at first sight. Initially, I harbored hostility towards you, but now I’ve realized, your strength is greater than mine, you’re more qualified to protect the beautiful stars."
When the two got up and returned to the front of the main tent, Alva admitted candidly.
Now, looking at Nuonuo, he no longer needed to hide his feelings in pretense.
Facing the wind, letting his unruly long hair sway, Alva looked into the distance with a resolute gaze, "I, Alva, Child of the Starry Sky from the White Armor Tribe, aim to beco stronger! One day, I will protect everything I hold dear."
"To ensure no tribe mber dies, to make sure everyone is well-fed and clothed, to allow children to be carefree."
Hearing that powerful voice, Isaiah’s eyes filled with relief.
At this mont, he felt Alva had truly matured, possessing a broad heart worthy of his strength.
This is the future leader of the White Armor Tribe!
"I retract what I said earlier, just that before the next Beast Tide, the White Armor Tribe really can’t afford a large-scale battle," Alva’s voice held a hint of sha, yet was exceptionally firm.
He had the courage and responsibility, hence he couldn’t let others risk their lives with him.
"I’ve always suspected there to be intricate connections between the Beast Tide and the Red Stone Clan... if we fight on two fronts at once, we won’t even have a chance to retreat."
At this mont, Alva patiently analyzed for Mu Fan.
Close by, Lance and others nodded in agreent, resonating with Alva’s analysis.
They feared not battle, nor death.
But they dreaded aningless sacrifice.
Yet before Mu Fan could speak, Nuonuo took a gentle step forward, looking up at him: "Alva, why not hear Mu Fan’s opinion, he never speaks empty words."
Hmm?
Nuonuo’s words made everyone in the tent instinctively raise an eyebrow.
The Goddess’s words held extraordinary significance for the White Armor Tribe.
In that mont, all eyes in the tent naturally focused on Mu Fan.
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