Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 871 - 198: Demonic Song Wu! Triple Sacrifice Ritual!

Chapter 871: Chapter 198: Demonic Song Wu! Triple Sacrifice Ritual!

Fighting over pride always seems rather ridiculous.

Had this been inside the Witherspoon Temple in the Northeast, just the solemnity exuded by Shaman Wei An, Master Qi Dan sitting firmly on his throne would have been enough to quell any clergyperson. However, today on the War God Plaza, there were as many as five Great Shamans and three chieftains. Once anything becomes excessive, it loses its value, including official positions. The fight between Liu and Prince Richard unexpectedly didn’t get stopped by any chieftain or Great Diviner. They helplessly brawled into a cluster.

Clapping, whistles, and cheers rose and fell, showing that these participants in the Olympic contest are not all easy-going.

Public brawling is clearly banned by the laws of the kingdom, but love for fighting is nearly an innate nature among all Beacons, clergypeople included. Naturally, they cheered and supported, especially since their own people were gaining the upper hand.

From the moment the Yak Cavalrymen were ordered by Prince Richard to disperse the vendors, they had their double-bladed axes hung on their saddle hooks. When a group of civilian warriors charged at them, the Harassed Heavy Cavalry were a bit surprised. It was unexpected that these native fighters would show such spirit and audaciously attack the regular army.

Although these civilian warriors were also robust in build, the Yak Cavalrymen didn’t pay much mind. For these elite troops skilled in martial arts, brawling was as common as eating or drinking. Clad in heavy armor, these ace legionnaires wouldn’t likely lose to a motley crew.

The Heavy Knights always had high standards, and since they were fighting a bunch of militiamen, these Yak Cavalrymen made a foolish decision. They chose not to draw their swords but decided to teach these overconfident civilian warriors a lesson using their iron-gloved fists.

This seemingly proud, but actually idiotic, action caused half of the Burr Heavy Knights to fall at first contact, a process so quick it barely left time for the Yak Cavalrymen to react.

Within the Bimon Kingdom, members of the Doug Tribe, the Mastiff People weren’t particularly tall, but they were born fighters, brave and fearless. Even the powerful Rhine Tribe Lionmen might feel somewhat anxious confronting Mastiff Warriors. Outnumbering the Yak Cavalry nearly two to one, the idea of fighting two iron stick-wielding Mastiff Men with mere fists was too much, even for a boxing champion kangaroo from the Saint Kailu Tribe. Let alone the sudden appearance of forty-eight hippo-sized beasts, three Biao people warriors, and a mammoth strongman with a three-to-one troop ratio and bare hands. If it weren’t for the sturdy armor of these Yak Heavy Cavalry, the fifty riders might all be lying on the ground groaning by now.

Caught off guard as they were, the Yak Heavy Cavalry were still the elite of the elite. They quickly regrouped, those not knocked down forming small, back-to-back battle groups, swiftly drawing their heavy swords and forming mutually supporting circles of defense. From this, it was clear that the soldiers of the Whip of War truly lived up to their reputation. If they had been any other Tauren warriors, they might have gone berserk like a disbanded sandy-eyed rush toe-to-toe by now.

The militiamen of Feilengcui were troublemakers. Seeing the Yak Cavalry huddling together, they grew calm, encircling the regular troops and watching the Yak Cavalry with the amusement of watching a monkey show.

Feilengcui Lord and Prince Richard were also putting in their full effort into the fight. The animosity between these two ran deep, a grudge from the old accounts. Today, meeting on this narrow path and tearing off the mask of cordiality, it was natural to settle old and new scores together, including interests.

Being knowledgeable clergypeople and graceful royal descendants, Liu and Prince Richard did not brawl into chaos like the militiamen and Yak Cavalry but rather tacitly kicked away the debris on the ground, clearing the area and facing each other.

"The War God Kampas teaches that clergypeople should be humble. You shouldn’t mistake it for weakness," Liu preached with righteous grandeur before they started fighting, his glance catching a glimpse of Joan of Arc filming the event with the Div Water Crystal Ball.

Guoguo stood on Liu’s shoulder, her small head topped with a steel helmet. She first waved her little fists fiercely at Prince Richard, then turned around and did the same, chasing back a pair of twin Blood Infants who were grabbing Liu’s robe and were determined not to let go.

"You really do talk too much," Prince Richard replied with a cold smile.

"It breaks my heart, as a clergyperson, that you so resist the guidance of a cleric," Liu sighed regretfully. "I want to tell you, if there were a Fool’s Olympics, you would surely be the champion."

Enraged by the words, Prince Richard leapt forward, answering Liu’s nonsense with a huge, heavy fist aimed straight at Liu’s lips, clearly intended to smash his teeth.

"Assault on a cleric!" Liu’s cry could be heard even outside the plaza.

Prince Richard was unmoved. To him, killing a war cleric was still something he could handle.

Liger people, embodying the finest genes of the Rhine and Taige, could easily crush a wild bull’s skull as if cracking open a sunflower seed. Before Prince Richard’s fist even arrived, a mini tornado had already formed on the ground, showcasing the immense force within the punch.