Chapter 984: Just a Sick Cat From the North

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Everyone stared with wide eyes, staring at the center of the field, the Son of Fire who knocked down Igor.

One punch! Just one punch! Igor was knocked to the ground and unconscious.

Such a scene and power were too shocking, especially the moment when Igor was knocked down, it was like a meteorite falling to the ground, with overwhelming momentum!

"This, this, this! How is this possible?"

There was a storm in the hearts of countless people. Igor was very famous in the tribe. He had been practicing fighting among wild beasts since he was a child. He was extremely fierce and had many fans in the tribe.

In their opinion, Igor could not lose to the "weak" oriental man, the Son of Fire.

But the reality was that they were slapped hard. The oriental man only looked thin, but his physical explosive power was so terrifying that it was comparable to the red tank.

The power of a punch was so terrifying.

Wang Yan just stood there quietly, one hand in his pocket, calm as usual, as if it was not him who had just exploded with the power of a prehistoric beast.

However, everyone's eyes changed when they looked at him. In fear, there was a burning respect.

The Winter God Tribe is a primitive tribe that is half-detached from modern technology. They worship nature, hunting, and strength. The weak will be eliminated, while the strong are widely respected and worshipped.

In fact, it is like this in every corner of the world. The weak are preyed upon by the strong, and the winner is the king.

Anatoly's pupils shrank sharply, and when he looked at Wang Yan, there was no longer any frivolous disdain, but a solemn and fearful look. Originally, in his plan, Igor was asked to fight the Son of Fire, in order to test whether he was as powerful as the rumors said, breaking through the shackles and becoming a legend.

Secondly, if the Son of Flame was just a flower stand, he would not mind using this opportunity to slap the Son of Flame in the face, making Parisa, the goddess of winter hunting, lose face and damage her prestige.

But he did not expect that the Son of Flame was so strong and domineering that he knocked out Igor, who was at level A, with one punch. Such a result would be impossible to achieve even if Anatoly went in person. He would have to spend at least ten or twenty moves to defeat Igor.

Could it be that the Son of Flame has really reached the legendary level as rumored underground?

For a while, Anatoly's face was uncertain and extremely ugly. In terms of age, the Son of Flame was more than ten years younger than him, but he did not expect that this boy had left him far behind.

Wang Yan did not mock him much, and walked back to his own camp with his hands in his pockets. This time he took action just to shock the young people of this tribe, and to give Parisa face and prestige.

It's not worth boasting about beating a scoundrel who has never seen the world. His fighting skills were all gained through repeated bloody fights and real practice.

There are no fancy moves, nor any intentions. Only the simplest and direct way to give the opponent a fatal blow at the most critical moment is his fighting style.

What's more, Wang Yan has fought many strong men, killed abyss demons, and even faced a real hell demon. Compared with these terrible opponents, Igor is just a frog in the well who talks nonsense!

"Son of Flame! Son of Flame!"

There were bursts of warm cheers in the field.

The people of the Winter God tribe who were watching the game all around, they have always worshipped the strong. At this time, whether they were from the ancestral court or the side branches, they were all completely conquered by the power of Wang Yan's punch.

Bo Lisa breathed a sigh of relief, "The Son of Flame is indeed as strong as it is said to be!" Before the results came out, she was still a little worried. Thinking about it now, such worry is totally unnecessary.

"Haha, Lao Wang has already integrated into the nature of heaven and earth. His perception and reaction ability are not comparable to Igor." Red Tank said with some emotion, "I originally thought that I could surpass Lao Wang after I became a legend. But I didn't expect that Lao Wang's progress is also not to be underestimated. Alas~ It's really a headache to be born in the same era as this guy."

Nan Lian showed a warm smile. Although she didn't speak, her eyes shone with a gratified luster. Xiao Yan certainly wouldn't lose to such an unknown person, but in the blink of an eye, Xiao Yan has improved to this point now, and she can't fall behind in the days to come. I hope to become a legend as soon as possible and not become a burden to him.

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask." Wang Yan suddenly turned around and said with a smile, "It's really impolite for me to walk down like this. I should ask, does anyone want to continue playing?"

"What...?"

The expressions of the young men in the tribe froze. With the situation like this, who would dare to challenge you, the Son of Fire? Under Wang Yan's seemingly calm gaze, they avoided Wang Yan's gaze and dared not look at him.

Even the wild boar youth Halbara trembled all over and lowered his head in awe when he met Wang Yan's gaze. Although he was unwilling to accept it in his heart and wanted to beat the Son of Fire to the ground and avenge his brother. However, the gap in strength is always an insurmountable obstacle.

However, they still have hope.

After all, Anatoly, the strongest among them, has not taken action yet. He is an idol-level strongman among the younger generation who is not inferior to Parisa, the hunting god of winter.

With such thoughts, the young men who still had hope secretly looked at Anatoly, who was known as the Tiger of the North. Although they admitted and admired the Son of Flame as a strong man, they hoped that a strong man of their own could stand up and win back some face for the East God Tribe.

Not to mention that they must defeat the Son of Flame, but even if they fought him to a draw, it would be good to win back some face. With this in mind, everyone looked at the Tiger of the North Anatoly with more and more fiery eyes.

Anatoly's pupils shrank for a while, and his face became slightly hot. Others did not know the strength comparison between him and the Son of Flame, but he knew it clearly.

The Son of Flame was very likely to have been promoted to the legendary level as the legend said.

Facing a legendary strong man, even if he did not use the real power of the law, Anatoly completely lacked the confidence to defeat his opponent.

However, at this time, the fiery eyes of the tribesmen were like roasting him on a fire.

At this moment, he couldn't fight or not fight.

"Damn Son of Flame, how dare you play such a dirty trick." Anatoly saw from afar that there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm in the eyes of the Son of Flame, and he knew that he was deliberately targeting and humiliating him in the end to embarrass him.

"Halbara, wake up Igor first." Anatoly decided to use a delaying tactic and desperately winked at his younger brother Halbara.

Halbara understood and hurriedly stepped forward to wake up the unconscious Igor.

After waking up, Igor was at a loss for a few seconds before he realized that he had been defeated, and he was defeated miserably. Immediately, he roared and howled: "Brother, that Son of Flame is too despicable, you must avenge me."

"Puff!"

Anatoly's handsome face turned black, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. He originally thought that after Igor woke up, he would attract everyone's attention, and then find a way to round this matter off.

Unexpectedly, Igor's opening words brought the hatred to the point of bursting. Damn it, did your brain get caught in the door, or was it crippled by the Son of Fire?

You clearly know that the Son of Fire can blow you up with one punch, and you are crying and asking me to come on. Do you think I can withstand a few punches from him? You, are you sure you are my little brother, not a fool sent by the enemy?

You are going to kill me, the handsome face of Anatoly, the Tiger of the North, was distorted with anger.

"Tiger of the North, Tiger of the North!"

The audience who did not know the truth were infected by Igor's howling, and several people began to shout Anatoly's nickname with blood boiling, cheering him up.

Emotions are contagious.

After some people started howling, more and more people joined the shouting. Shouts of "Tiger of the North" rang out over the Winter God Clan's ancestral home, breaking the sky.

There were more people belonging to Parisa, who, under Parisa's secret instructions, began to stir up trouble, continuing to help the Tiger of the North add fuel to the fire and make it burn more vigorously.

The emotions of the crowd burned like flames.

But the hotter it burned, the more embarrassed Anatoly, the Tiger of the North, became. If he fought, it was obvious that he was no match for the Son of Flame. If he didn't fight, he couldn't get out of the game now.

Damn Son of Flame, damn Parisa! And that stupid Igor.

Anatoly muttered resentfully, his teeth itching with hatred.

Unfortunately, he seemed to have forgotten.

He had picked out everything. If he hadn't secretly instructed, how could Igor provoke Wang Yan for no reason?

Forced to do so, Anatoly, the Tiger of the North, had to step forward, and a fierce aura rose to the sky. It was like a peerless tiger king from Siberia.

"Ah! Son of Fire, I challenge you!"

From the depths of Anatoly's throat, he roared like a fierce tiger, his eyes turned scarlet, his muscles swelled, and his body seemed to have grown a few points in an instant.

The ferocious and violent momentum was like a flood and a beast, gushing out. Even the ground under his feet seemed to be unable to withstand such pressure. At this moment, it made a "crackling" sound and cracked into large cracks.

Wang Yan frowned slightly. This violent breath was unusual. It seemed that Anatoly, the tiger of the North, still had some background. It seemed that he had practiced some secret technique to increase his strength in a short period of time.

Unfortunately, in front of him, he was just a sick cat of the North.

Just when Wang Yan was about to beat him up.

An old but majestic voice exploded in everyone's ears.

"Stop!"

Everyone came back to their senses and saw that the high priest Salar had walked slowly to Anatoly's side with his cane.

"Son of Fire, I have failed to discipline these fools, causing you a lot of trouble." Salar bowed to Wang Yan in the Chinese way to apologize.

After that, he turned to look at Anatoly and scolded him sternly, "Why don't you take your people to apologize to the Son of Fire?"

"Godfather..." Anatoly was unwilling and wanted to say something else, but was scared back by Salar's fierce eyes.

That look seemed to make him fall into the bottomless abyss, and he broke into a cold sweat.

Under great pressure, Anatoly had to put away his momentum, led his followers, and suppressed his anger, and apologized to Wang Yan and others.

Seeing this, Salar turned around with a smile and faced Wang Yan and others.

The plan he had been planning for decades had not yet been completed, and he had been forbearing until now. Now at this critical juncture, he would not allow any accidents to happen.

"Senior Salar, you are too polite." Wang Yan laughed and waved his hand, "The nobles are hospitable. We were just invited by these tribal friends to participate in the fighting party and learn from each other."

"That's good, that's good." Salar smiled kindly, without the ruthlessness that frightened Anatoly at the first glance.

"Grandpa Salar, if there is nothing else, I will take the Son of Flame and Nanlian and others to see other places." Berissa walked up and greeted Salar.

"Go, go, the Winter Festival is just a few days away, take our guests for a good stroll."

Salar waved his hand with a kind look, and his expression gradually darkened until everyone disappeared from his sight.

"You better take a good look now, otherwise you won't have this opportunity in the future."

The storm, under the suppression of the shaman priest Salar, seemed to be eliminated invisibly. However, the undercurrent surged even more fiercely.

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