Chapter 519 Wrestling

"It seems that Ms. Fiona has taught you a lot, but unfortunately at the same time you have lost a heart as pure as gold, my old man, you have become slippery and sophisticated, and you are no longer the loyal friend you used to be. A hot-blooded boy who does not care about himself."

Clark shook his head and sighed seriously, pretending to be disappointed.

"I'm very sorry, old friend, Shrek is no longer a fool who allows you to take advantage of him, let's continue to talk about benefits." Shrek was unmoved.

Realizing that his psychological offensive was useless to Shrek, Clark was a little frustrated, and shouted angrily: "Damn it! I only want Kostchurch's collar, and you, Casio, and Brother Joan will share all the other treasures equally. Are you satisfied now?"

"The question is, are there really any other treasures?" Shrek asked persistently, "If there is no other valuable things in the treasure place except the collar you want, wouldn't Shrek and his friends do it for you in vain?" alive."

"Hmph! You stubborn fat man, what do you want to be satisfied?" Clark stared.

"No matter how sweet the promise is, it can't compare with the real benefits in front of you."

The ogre king stared at the frost giant, his small eyes flashing provocatively.

"Old friend, do you dare to make a bet with Shrek? If you win, Shrek will help you hunt for treasure for free. If you lose, you must first help Shrek conquer Powhatan Village and get the buried treasure before you go looking for that ghost collar." The 'spring of wisdom' under an old tree in the village."

"puff!!!"

Hearing Shrek said that he wanted to seize the "Fountain of Wisdom", Joan spewed out the ale in his mouth on the spot, choking and coughing repeatedly.

The poet Casio patted him on the back and asked with concern: "Mr. Master, are you alright?"

"No, I'm fine." Qiao An quickly shook her head to hide her embarrassment.

"What, you want to conquer Powhatan Village!" Clark seemed more surprised than Joan, "My old man, your head was kicked by a dinosaur, and you actually used such a deadly brain! Do you know Knowing that Powhatan Village is the stronghold of the Algonquin tribe, do you know how strong the Asa hunters and their leader, the Powhatan couple are?"

"Of course Shrek knows." The Ogre King nodded frankly.

"Now that you know, why do you still have such unrealistic thoughts!" Clark asked angrily.

"Shrek has to do this. Only by obtaining the 'fountain of wisdom' buried in Powhatan Village can Shrek become smart enough." The Ogre King said with a melancholy expression, "Miss Fiona likes smart people and hates idiots." , Shrek will never be a fool again."

Clark was tongue-tied and didn't know how to comfort this old friend who was troubled by love. In the end, he could only shake his head helplessly and asked Shrek: "You just mentioned that you want to bet with me, how is it?"

Shrek raised his head, his eyes regained his brilliance, and solemnly said to Clark: "Shrek knows that you are very strong, but Shrek is also very strong, and Shrek is very curious about who is stronger."

"Oh~ I see." The frost giant folded his arms on his chest, leaned back in his chair, and looked at Shrek with a slightly mocking look, "Fatty, I am very happy to accept your challenge. For the sake of fairness, I voluntarily Give you the right to choose the way of wrestling, lest others say that I bully you."

"You are very confident, big man, but Shrek will never lose to you, how about we have an arm wrestling competition?"

"Wrist wrestling, are you sure?" Clark tilted his head and looked at Shrek with pity, "My poor friend, you must not know that I once won the championship trophy of the 'Jortunheim Arm Wrestling Championship' .”

"Shrek doesn't care about your past glory, and the championship trophy can't prove that you will always be the strongest. If there is a 'bragging contest', you are very likely to continue to be the champion."

The ogre king retorted, fighting high.

Clark flexed his knuckles, turned to Joan and said, "Brother, come and be the referee for us, and see how I teach this fat man who doesn't know what to do!"

"Mr. Hainier, don't underestimate the enemy!" Joan couldn't help exhorting.

The frost giant raised his thick eyebrows in surprise: "It's rare to see that you care about things other than books, and are interested in 'arm wrestling'?"

Joan shook his head frankly: "I don't care how you compete with Mr. Shrek, I just hope you can win, because..."

It was hard for him to say the reason behind it.

He couldn't tell Clark that he once drank from the "Wisdom Spring", and that the spring was guarded by the mythical ancient tree "Old White" of Ilmin Sur and the demigod "Wisdom Giant" Mimir from the ancient times.

Joan doesn't know how strong the old man Mimir is, but he knows very well that Clark and Shrek may not be able to defeat "Old White" together, plus Kandy's parents and elder brother... ", will only end up ruining your own life.

At present, the only way to temporarily dispel Shrek's idea of ​​death is for Clark to defeat him in the arm wrestling match!

"Brother, it's rare that you are so optimistic about me. Even if it's just to make you look good, we can't lose to that little fat man!"

Clark smiled at Joan, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his thick arms, and sat face to face with Shrek at the table, holding two big hands as strong as cast iron.

"ready, go!"

The moment Joan gave the order, the frost giant and the mythical ogre exerted their strength at the same time, their arms clenched together, their muscles swelled rapidly, almost tearing their sleeves.

Including Joan, Casio, and the surrounding drinkers, all eyes were on the two strong men wrestling across a wine table, looking at them curiously, and whispering about who seemed more likely to win.

Both Clark and Shrek had stern faces. Their arms were at first perpendicular to the table, and then they competed fiercely around this boundary line. Sometimes they were slightly to the left, and sometimes they were pulled to the right. Win or lose.

Time passed by quietly, and the deadlock on the table had lasted for ten minutes. More and more people gathered around, and the atmosphere in the tavern became more and more lively.

Clark and Shrek, the two people in the spotlight, with dense beads of sweat oozing from their foreheads, have obviously tried their best, but they still can't defeat each other in one go, they can only maintain a win-win situation, and finally win Resilience and stamina—not explosiveness—will make the difference.

The situation before him made Joan feel both confused and uneasy.

From common sense, the strength attribute of the frost giant should be obviously higher than that of the ogre. Why did Clark behave so abnormally in the arm wrestling competition?

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