Chapter 1579: Chapter 95: Not What a Hero Would Do!

Chapter 95

A long silence.

Isaiah gazed deeply at Mu Fan, and only after seeing the seriousness in the young man’s eyes did he place his hand firmly on Mu Fan’s shoulder.

"This grassland is so vast that I haven’t managed to walk out of it in my entire life."

"It’s precisely because I’ve been here for so long that I understand this grassland so well. If I agree with you today, it would be harming our esteemed guest."

"The Beast Tide isn’t as weak as imagined, and the Red Stone Clan is much stronger than imagined..."

A kind smile appeared on his face, but the large loss of blood made his face look somewhat pale.

"Uncle Isaiah, please sit down quickly," Nuonuo was a bit anxious but was stopped by a wave of the hand.

"Your destination is beyond the stars above. Listen to a word of advice from someone who has been through it: if you can leave, then take Miss Nuonuo with you."

"If you can’t leave, then you can migrate with the White Armor Tribe or find a safe area before the battle comes."

"Be sure to avoid the impact of the Beast Tide!!"

After saying this, Isaiah also looked seriously at Mu Fan, but what he received was a gentle shake of the head from Mu Fan.

"Backing down in the face of difficulty is not what a hero does."

This sentence finally stopped Isaiah’s attempt to persuade. He looked at Mu Fan with an examining gaze once again.

If it weren’t for the scars on his face, Mu Fan’s words would have an air of youthful courage.

But with those scars, Mu Fan’s words carried a naturally mature aura.

Once he set his mind on something, it was impossible for him to change before reaching his goal.

The sentence had a double meaning, and as the Clan Leader, Isaiah wasn’t just a brute who used his fists, so he wasn’t angered by the words.

Moreover, under Mu Fan’s gaze, Isaiah lowered his eyes.

"I am..."

But just as he began to speak, the tent’s flap was suddenly lifted!

"Backing down in the face of difficulty? The White Armor Tribe is full of warriors unafraid of death."

"Do you think wearing that strange armor and slaying a Rock Armor Giant Rhinoceros makes you invincible on this vast grassland?"

The angry voice came from outside and reached inside. A tall and burly figure stepped directly into the tent with a gust of wind, his starry eyes under the sword-like eyebrows fixed on Mu Fan.

It seemed like he would start a fight at any disagreement.

"Alva! What are you doing! When did I let you come in?"

Isaiah’s face flashed with anger as he shouted at Alva.

Alva looked at Mu Fan with some hostility, first glancing discontentedly at Isaiah, who was slightly pressing his chest in a gesture, and then performing a courtesy towards Nuonuo.

"On this Nightfall Prairie, which tribe doesn’t know about our White Armor Tribe’s bravery! He’s just an outsider who gained some limelight, what right does he have to speak so boldly here."

Alva was half a head taller than Mu Fan, and at this moment, his momentum was indeed strong, like an enraged tiger.

"And you’re making sarcastic remarks. According to prairie rules, no fighting is allowed inside the Star Tent. You are the source of all this trouble, so what basis do you have to comment on our White Armor Clan now!?"

"Do you think your strength is so great? Without that armor, you can’t even beat me!"

Alva’s anger had reached its peak.

Nuonuo also stood frozen, looking at the masculine youth with a look of sadness and disbelief in her eyes, "Big Brother Alva..."

"Enough! Alva, are those your words!"

A roar finally exploded inside the tent.

Isaiah was so angry that his body was trembling, and he pointed fiercely outside, "Get out."

However, Alva was unmoved, glaring provocatively with hostile eyes, "You can also wear that armor and fight me, then you will understand how ridiculous you are!"

"I’m waiting for you outside, in less than ten breaths, if you don’t come out, you can leave yourself. The White Armor Clan only welcomes guests with goodwill!"

After saying this, Alva turned and walked out.

He glanced at Mu Fan’s face with disdain, snorted coldly.

From beginning to end, Mu Fan calmly watched him, neither responding nor defending.

Until Alva’s figure was about to step out of the tent, Mu Fan’s steady and calm voice suddenly sounded:

"If you want to fight, I’ll accompany you."

"If I lose, I’ll apologize to you and the entire tribe."

"If I win..."

Mu Fan slowly unbuttoned his shirt, gradually revealing a body with sharp, well-proportioned muscles.

"Hahaha! Fine, if you win, whatever you say goes!"

Alva laughed loudly, lifted the tent flap, and looked back, a rough breath with a kind of wild excitement.

"Then you better learn to speak properly."

Mu Fan casually pulled off his jacket, fully revealing his scar-covered strong physique.

He gently handed the clothes to Nuonuo’s palm.

Mu Fan’s eyes lifted calmly to look ahead.

"I, am, waiting, for, you." With these words said, Alva left the tent.

"My lord, don’t go, why did it suddenly come to this... Big Brother Alva is not usually like this... I will go explain," Nuonuo said with some sorrow, and was about to move over.

But Mu Fan gently pressed her delicate shoulder.

"... My lord?"

"I know."

What?

Nuonuo’s eyes widened instantly.

"But this is a man’s fight."

"My Nuonuo is always one of a kind."

"This time, for you."

Nuonuo stood dazed in place, looking at Mu Fan’s back, feeling at a loss for a moment.

"For... me?"

She murmured softly.

"Alright, it would be best if that brat Alva could resolve his inner conflicts after this fight. Let them be, haha, this is what being a real man is all about."

"Mu Fan really cares about you, doesn’t he."

"But if he doesn’t wear that armor, I really can’t say for sure."

"Brother Mu does have a fiery temper, that’s something I didn’t see coming..."

Isaiah stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then pushed these thoughts aside, muttering as he walked out.

Upon hearing this, Nuonuo instantly understood, her face flushed red, and she anxiously stomped her feet, hurriedly running out.

They were clearly discussing the tribe’s migration, how did it suddenly become like this?

And Brother Alva, she had always turned him down.

How could Mu Fan so easily go out and get into a fight with someone?

Hmph... it’s still that style of never giving anyone a moment of respite.

Big Barbarian Bear!!

Nuonuo was filled with worry.

After all, Alva’s strength had already been displayed vividly during the last battle against the Beast Tide.

The warriors of the White Armor Tribe all possessed incredible strength.

Once it involved Mu Fan, all of Nuonuo’s calm and composure were thrown aside.

Amidst the instantly boiling shouts outside, Nuonuo rushed to the edge of the large tent, suddenly lifting the curtain.

...

The busy people of the White Armor Clan, at this moment, all put down what they were doing, spontaneously spreading out into a large circle, leaving an open ring-shaped area.

Torches were lit and placed all around at this time.

The crowd, not understanding the situation, grew larger and larger.

"What happened? Alva actually wants to have a fight with someone here?"

When they saw Alva take off his animal skin coat, the cheers in the tribe reached their peak.

Everyone’s face shone with excitement.

This is the Torch Duel.

A performance almost inevitable during the White Armor Tribe’s celebrations.

Difficult to see on ordinary days.

So they couldn’t help but be excited.

The War God of the young generation, Alva, and the new powerful guest, this was a once-in-a-lifetime showdown!

Alva received a one-handed axe and a shield handed over by his companion behind him, looked at the crowd’s eager eyes, and couldn’t help but howled toward the sky.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo! Hoo!"

Echoing shouts from all around.

Lance, who had just completed a task transfer, stared dumbfoundedly at the two in the field, stammering with his mouth, "Mu, Mu Brother, why are you going to fight with Alva?"

However, his companion also had no time to respond to him, as everyone’s eyes were focused on the center of the field.

At this moment, Alva heavily collided the axe and shield in his hands.

Boom!

Although the weapons looked like white bones, they emitted the sound of clashing metal.

Neither metal nor bone-like.

The heavy yet not dull sound immediately quieted down the surrounding noise.

Amidst the crackling sound of burning torches, Alva stared at Mu Fan approaching from the opposite side, lifted his chin, and spoke arrogantly: "Pick up your weapon, and face me like a man!"

"Let me see your strength... and see if you can back up your words! I’ve wanted to fight you from the start." Alva’s mouth curved into a mocking arc, his voice uncompromising, "Put on your armor!"

"I intended to do just that."

A calm voice spoke from Mu Fan, who walked out from the shadows illuminated by the firelight, his scarred and well-muscled torso instantly aroused a sense of recognition among the tribe members.

Scars are the medals of a warrior.

So they were even more eager for the upcoming battle.

Mu Fan slowly drew the Dark Gold Short Stick from behind his waist.

Bare-chested, holding what seemed to be a dull, lifeless short stick, Mu Fan’s aura gradually calmed down, until everyone suddenly discovered in shock that if they didn’t look closely, they might even think a statue was standing there.

"However... since it’s a fight between men, wearing armor would be..."

"Too unfair to you!"

With a booming sound,

the ground under Mu Fan’s feet instantly surged up a wave of dust.

In an instant, three deep footprints spanned a distance of twenty meters.

Mu Fan twisted his body and leapt into the air, the image of him swinging the stick with one hand was frozen for a moment, then...

he crashed down heavily!

Alva lifted his shield swiftly.

The yet to be activated Curved Light Scythe Blade smashed into the surface of the shield under Mu Fan’s astonishing force.

Boom!

Two agile figures surrounded by rubble that instantly flew up.

Alva’s feet, anchored to the ground, remained unmoved, yet they sunk a full ten centimeters.

"Is this all you’ve got? If it is, how are you going to fight the Beast Tide!"

Alva’s arms suddenly swelled, sweeping outward.

And for Mu Fan, maintaining a downward pressing stance with one arm, he suddenly felt a terrifying force surge from beneath his stick.

With a heavy thud, Mu Fan’s right hand, along with his entire body, was suddenly pushed aside!

As he stepped back repeatedly, Mu Fan clearly saw that the shield only bore a shallow dent from the swinging strike...

Is this bone, or metal?!

How could it be so hard?!