Chapter 982 Wait! Wait Again!

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"According to the Son of Fire, we tribal warriors are just small characters?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, a handsome young man with long brown hair, tall and strong, and almost perfect body in the crowd behind Igor was looking at Wang Yan and others with a sneer on his face.

This young man did not bring a war pet, nor did he take any action. He just stood there and said a simple sentence, which immediately caused everyone present to talk and whisper.

Whether it was the ancestral temple or the collateral clan members, they all looked in awe of this young man. It can be seen that this young man has a very high status in the Winter God Clan.

"Anatole, I think the Son of Fire is afraid and dare not speak."

Next to the brown-haired young man, a young man who was slightly shorter but several times stronger sneered at Wang Yan and others.

This man has some characteristics of the Mongolian race, black hair, small eyes, short nose, wide facial bones, but a very solid and strong body, looking like a wooden stake.

Moreover, he looked ferocious, with a ferocious chain hammer on his waist, and a giant wild boar that was equally ferocious beside him.

The wild boar was bigger than a cow, with two long and sharp fangs like scimitars. At this time, just like its owner, it stared coldly at Wang Yan, and there were bursts of "huffing" sounds from its nose.

However, this ugly war pet, standing with its owner, is really a perfect match.

Wang Yan just glanced at him lightly, still with his hands behind his back, and was too lazy to pay attention to such provocation. To be honest, Wang Yan's reputation has been growing over the years, and more and more people are envious and jealous of him.

No matter where he goes, there will be such idiots, and he is too lazy to pay attention to them.

Wang Yan did not intend to pay attention to them, but Perissa looked cold and stepped forward, "Anatole, you are so bold, you dare to provoke the distinguished guests of my tribe."

While scolding the other party, Perissa secretly sent a message to Wang Yan and the other two beside him.

"The brown-haired young man is called Anatoly, the adopted son of the high priest Salar, known as the Tiger of the North. In our tribe, he is another young leader, and his strength is not inferior to mine, but he did not join the Polar Bear Special Service, so he did not attend the Youth Conference."

Wang Yan, Nan Lian, and Red Tank nodded slightly. The Youth Conference did gather all the young superpowers in the open, but how many top superpowers are there who have not shown their faces? This number is probably very large with the huge population of the earth and the long history.

The Winter God Clan in front of us, which is almost half-secluded, is probably the most representative and largest group among these superpowers hidden in the open.

"The guy who was with the wild boar was called Halbara. He was an outstanding descendant of the southern collateral tribe. Like Igor, he was also the heir of a collateral tribe."

Wang Yan and the other two immediately glanced at Halbara. This collateral descendant, like Igor, had a look of arrogance between his eyebrows after being in power for a long time.

"Berissa, you are too serious. I just met the long-admired Youth Conference champion, the Son of Flame, and said hello."

Anatole folded his hands and sneered, "Is His Highness the Hunting God too nosy?"

Igor, who was just provoking Berissa, and Halbara, who looked down on Wang Yan and others, immediately gathered around Anatoly, looking like they were following his lead, and mocked him, "Your Highness the Hunting God has not yet become the tribe leader, but he has started to nosy. When he becomes the tribe leader in the future, it will be terrible."

Not only the two of them, but also the collateral tribesmen they brought with them, all shouted and shouted, with overwhelming momentum.

Berissa frowned slightly, her eyes were cold, and even the members of the ancestral clan behind her gathered around her with gnashing teeth, confronting and cursing at the people on the opposite side.

Wang Yan, Nan Lian and the other two also clearly felt the strong smell of gunpowder.

This high priest's adopted son Anatoly gathered many collateral clansmen. It seems that it is no longer a personal grudge with Berissa, but a secret questioning and challenge to Berissa's orthodox succession to the Winter God Clan.

"Berissa, why are you so nervous? The Winter Festival is coming soon, and we are just gathering together for fun." Anatoly stretched out his hand and hooked it on Igor's shoulder, saying in a defiant tone, "According to our traditional rules, the Winter God tribe can choose any opponent and learn from each other."

"Then Igor, tell me who you want to challenge." Anatoly patted Igor's shoulder. Although his expression was smiling, his eyes were obviously gloomy. "Remember to be gentle later, don't hurt those guests who think we are small characters."

Especially the word "guest", Anatoly emphasized the tone, and the faces of Berissa and the people of the Zuting tribe behind him also became more gloomy at this moment.

"Don't worry, I will definitely show mercy..." Igor raised a cruel arc at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on Wang Yan, "I wonder if the famous Son of Fire can do me the honor of learning boxing skills?"

Berissa, Nan Lian and others looked cold. He wanted to pick a fight with Wang Yan? He was really brave.

"Of course, I know that the famous Son of Flame is very powerful and well-known throughout the world. But, noble Son of Flame, do you dare to put aside your superpowers and compete with me purely in fighting skills?"

Igor's eyes gradually tightened, and the smile on his lips became more and more intense, "Or, let's say, the famous Son of Flame, if he doesn't use his flame superpower, he won't even dare to accept the challenge of a small character like me?"

Although the Son of Flame won the championship at the Youth Conference, he didn't even reach the half-step S-level at that time. Now his strength is at most half-step S-level. Igor has been honing his fighting skills since he was a child, and his fighting skills are superb.

He is confident enough that he can beat the Son of Flame to the ground in a pure fighting.

They have a good plan. The Son of Flame is a distinguished guest brought back by Parisa. If they can beat him down, Parisa's reputation and status in the tribe will be greatly weakened.

Without waiting for Wang Yan to speak, the red tank spoke first.

"Even my brother dares to provoke, he doesn't know whether to live or die."

A layer of anger covered the red tank's face, and he took a step forward and blocked Wang Yan. He took off his shirt casually, exerted a little force, and exposed his thick arms and strong chest muscles. His youth was exposed and his muscles swelled.

"If you want to fight, I will fight with you!"

A low shout, with an extremely powerful and domineering momentum, spread directly in all directions, like a peerless beast rising from the ground. Wang Yan was a distinguished guest of the Polar Bear Special Service, and he was entertained by his red tank.

These guys provoked Wang Yan at will, which was just stroking the tiger whiskers of the red tank. How could he tolerate it?

The people of the Winter God tribe around him trembled all over, and even the war pets and beasts around him who were exposed to the fierceness bowed down and surrendered, and dared not to act rashly. Even Anatoly and several outstanding young people showed awe.

They dared to provoke the Son of Fire, but they were very afraid of the red tank that had reached the S level, and they did not dare to respond at this time.

"Tank. This is a custom in our tribe. You and Lao Wang don't need to intervene. If Igor really wants to compete, I will play with him myself."

Berissa's tone was even lighter, but as she spoke, the sharp cold air, as if just like her gloomy mood at the moment, instantly spread to the surroundings.

The tribesmen standing around could immediately hear the "crackling" sound of ice on the ground.

On the opposite side, Anatoly, Igor, and Halbara all changed their faces slightly, and their faces became a little gloomy.

Berissa, the hunting goddess of midwinter, has long been very famous in the winter tribe. In a hunting trial during the Winter Festival in the early years, he killed the king of the gray wolf, and then subdued the northern bear king Reynolds. This record of taking down two beast kings in a row has not been broken so far.

This kind of strength alone has long been deeply engraved in the hearts of many tribesmen.

And the red tank is even more terrifying. In the early days, as a commissioner of the Polar Bear Special Service, when he followed Berissa to the tribe, there were many tribal warriors who challenged him, but none of them could last more than three minutes in his hands! And the other party obviously did not exert his full strength.

Anatoly and the other two all considered themselves to be a fighting nation, but no one dared to be arrogant in front of Red Tank. After all, that guy was a real monster. To defeat such a monster, you need some means and weapons, not just fists.

"Red Tank, Parisa, we are just following the traditional rules of the tribe." Things have come to this point, Anatoly is already riding a tiger and can't back down. He has to bite the bullet and say, "If the Son of Fire doesn't want to fight, just admit it, we won't force it."

"Admit it, hum, you are really looking for death..." Nan Lian, who has always been low-key, also had a cold look in her eyes, and a pure and cold breath of ice burst out, even colder than Parisa just now.

She came to the Winter God Clan to explore her own life experience, and didn't want to get involved in anything within the Winter God Clan. But these idle people provoked Wang Yan again and again, which aroused her anger.

Many members of the Winter God Clan present were shocked, and all turned their eyes to look at the cold and beautiful Nan Lian.

They did not expect that this friend from China, who looked a little delicate, actually had such a huge amount of ice power hidden in her body, which shocked all of them.

Anatoly and the other two were also slightly moved. The three looked at each other. Who else could this beautiful and cold woman be except Huangfu Nanlian, the Ice Queen of the Huaxia National Non-Government Bureau?

When they checked the information before, the three of them thought that Huangfu Nanlian was just an ordinary awakener of ice power, and there were many awakeners of ice power in the world.

But at this moment, they never thought that the power contained in Huangfu Nanlian's body was so pure, and the control of the power of the ice law was so exquisite, which surprised them.

However, before Nanlian could take action, Wang Yan grabbed her hand and stopped her in place.

"It's really interesting. You Dongshen people are really warlike." Wang Yan smiled at Nan Lian, then turned around and walked to the circular fighting field, saying calmly, "Since you want to play, then I will play with you."

This time, he accompanied Nan Lian to explore his life experience, not to show off. He has always been restrained and kept a low profile. Unexpectedly, the more low-key he is, the more conspicuous he is.

What cats and dogs dare to jump out and provoke him.

In this case, Wang Yan thought it would be better to show off his power so that these natives would be quiet.

The audience at the scene, whether it was the ancestral temple or the collateral tribe, exclaimed, and they were all very interested, and their eyes were all cast on the two people in the field.

One of the distinguished guests from Huaxia, the Son of Flame, Wang Yan, has always been known to be very famous, but does he really have the strength to live up to his reputation? Almost none of the ordinary tribesmen present knew.

However, at this moment, this Son of Flame, who does not know his own limits, is about to fight with the powerful Igor! Just thinking about this suspense is exciting enough.

Seeing that the trick had succeeded, Igor, who was standing in the middle of the field, looked at each other with Anatoly and Halbara, and each of them smiled with ulterior motives.

"Son of Flame, let's start!"

Igor's eyes turned cold, and a grim smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stepped towards Wang Yan.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Wang Yan suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, showing a hint of smile, and stretched out his hand to interrupt, "Wait a minute."

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