Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 899 - 208: The Show Begins

Chapter 899: Chapter 208: The Show Begins

The Olympic Festival of Shaman rituals was indeed conceived from the mutual trials of rituals, a competition born as such. Each opening ceremony over the years was traditionally marked by the performances of animal trainers, with King Grecke Sal’s impassioned speech igniting the zeal of all Beamon, while the High Priest in red, Brut, took that fiery emotion of all Beamon straight to the clouds.

For a War Shaman in white robes to challenge a chief priest in golden robes using solid, forceful Divine Song was almost akin to a human intermediate mage challenging a Magic Tutor—an absolute leapfrog, and this frog was one of Nedved’s Thousand-Mile Horse-type giant frogs!

The ordinary Beamon spectators in the stands, "blindly watching the play and laughing with others," could not appreciate the gravitas of the situation, but those with a bit of understanding all tensed up internally.

The territory of Beamon was vast—shamans from different regions had interactions, but newly elevated shamans weren’t usually so notable. For this naturally evolved War Dance Shaman, many shamans could sense her prowess, but no one could be sure of how formidable she really was. Strictly speaking, Helen’s mentor was merely an excellent Staff Shaman. Even with Helen’s dual talent in dance and Divine Song and her brilliant aptitude, the limitation of her Divine Song couldn’t be compensated for by her talent alone—it purely depended on acquired hard training. In a real contest, which wasn’t a fight, without any external influences, Helen seemed poised to lose—this reasoning was correct indeed, but it seemed they had overlooked one crucial thing—equipment. Imagine all Beamon sprouting wings of imagination, and still, none could guess how exaggerated the fragile-looking fox girl’s top-grade equipment was.

It must be said, it wasn’t the War Dance Shaman herself who was terrifying, but rather being sponsored by a tycoon like Liu.

The High Priest in red, Brut, on the surface remained absolutely unperturbed—yet the chief priest he dispatched was the Saint Kailu’s kangaroo chief priest whose hands trembled crazily like chicken claws!

The main stand buzzed with discussions again—aging ginger is indeed spicier!

Chief Kangaroo Priest Ali was from the Rhine faction. After the Pope called his name, Rhino Chief Priest Balderama was visibly taken aback, while Chief Kangaroo Priest Ali stood there foolishly until reminded three times by other chief priests. Only then did Chief Kangaroo Priest Ali truly believe he had been spontaneously selected, completely dumbfounded. At that time, the smile on Ali’s face hadn’t even faded, freezing foolishly, as rigid as could be.

Ali felt he was incredibly unlucky!

This forthcoming match, if he lost, would undoubtedly bring shame upon him, ruining his reputation completely. If he won, it seemed like he would openly defy King’s wishes. Whether he lost or won, it seemed a difficult situation to explain.

To openly defy the Pope’s command in public seemed impossible even if kangaroo chief priest Ali borrowed a hundred times the courage, and in just a moment of stunned silence, the Pope from high upon his throne signaled with an arm gesture, followed by a tsunami-like applause from all around, not even leaving Ali a moment to find an excuse.

Beamon blood carried a combative gene—how could the commonfolk know the tricky nuances of the higher ups? Such a confrontation was bound to resonate with the masses.

Our Shaman of Divine Songs Richard, observing from the sidelines, nearly died of laughter. As an outsider, seeing the overt and covert battles between Rhine and Taige was quite amusing to him. Though Helen might not stand a chance in a monster duel, in a battle of the War Song Halo, Liu was not worried at all for Helen.

Brut employed the tactic of using others’ weapons against them, something Liu felt he should learn sometime.

The King’s demeanor was nothing short of perfect; he showed not a hint of irritation or dissatisfaction at the Pope’s actions. After hearing the Pope’s words, even King Grecke Sal exchanged a profoundly intimate look with the Pope, and then personally descended from his throne, warmly patting the shoulders of Chief Priest Ali and Helen, and taking the hands of both shamans, he ascended back to the throne side by side with them.

Following tradition, the King even took over the duties of the Protocol Officer, loudly reciting the resume of Chief Kangaroo Priest Ali, introducing to all Beamon the life of one of the twelve chief priests of the kingdom—Saint Kailu Chief Priest Ali. It was quite remarkable that the King, despite his busy schedule, remembered the details of Chief Kangaroo Priest’s credentials by heart as if treasuring them dearly.

"Unexpected, really unexpected," Liu muttered as he listened to the resume of Chief Kangaroo Priest, stirred by the memories. He had only known slightly about Mourinho’s history among the twelve chief priests, but now listening to Chief Kangaroo Priest’s resume somewhat evoked his past preoccupations.

According to the concise introduction by the King, Chief Kangaroo Priest Ali’s experiences were indeed legendary. In his youth, the chief priest was a well-known boxing champion of the Saint Kailu clan, an expert in close combat, who had won four boxing championships by the age of sixteen. Later, he was taken as an apprentice by a Soul Shaman and has since climbed to the position of chief priest—a master of both Divine Song and combat.

What stirred Liu’s memories was the most glorious battle in the career of Chief Kangaroo Priest—more than a decade ago, Bimon Kingdom had once waged a war against the barbarians located in the Southern Cross Star Forest. The "Southern Star Battle" that lasted a year forced the barbarians from the Southern Cross Star Forest to the other side of the Bering Mountains.