As soon as Li Qing stepped out of the woods, he saw Boye and many people who supported his ideas standing outside waiting for him.

It's obvious they've been waiting for a long time.

Li Qing pretended not to know anything and asked, "What a coincidence, you're all here too?"

Boye slowly walked forward and asked, "Who's inside?"

Li Qing asked in surprise, "Who? I just went in because my stomach was a little upset and I was just looking for a place to poop."

"That's a good excuse."

Boye didn't seem to want to give Li Qing any face.

As soon as he spoke, everyone around him looked at Li Qing with unfriendly expressions, waiting for Boye to speak.

Li Qing wasn't angry; he just shrugged and remained noncommittal.

Seeing Li Qing's nonchalant attitude, Boye became even angrier and said coldly, "I saw everything you did with Lieyan and the others."

“So what?” Li Qing said, “The tribe doesn’t belong to you alone. Everything can’t revolve around you. And even if you hate Blaze and the others, you can’t say things like that.”

"Damn it, Wheat, I misjudged you. You're actually speaking up for the Black Wind Tribe! Do you even remember you're a warrior of the Red Flower Tribe?!"

Boye gritted his teeth and said.

Li Qing squinted and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask the chief. This isn't something I can decide on my own. The chief and the shaman have both agreed. Of course, I can understand if people like you are upset. If you have any questions or concerns, you can talk to us privately, and we'll help you resolve your doubts. But even though Lie Yan has already let it go, you still did that to her. I want to ask, isn't that a bit unfair? You keep talking about the Red Flower Tribe, but aren't the things you've done also bringing shame to the Red Flower Tribe?"

Boye has always been impatient, and when he gets impatient, his mind becomes sluggish and he loses his rationality. That's exactly what happened to him now. He was speechless after being rebuked by Li Qing's few words, and could only point a finger at Li Qing in anger, his lips trembling. The soldiers who came with him were also surprised by Li Qing's sharp tongue and looked at each other in bewilderment—if Boye was speechless, what could they do?

Li Qing put his hands behind his back. He knew that, given Boye's personality, he would definitely do something outrageous at this time, so he did not leave, but just watched Boye.

Sure enough, Boye's breathing became more and more rapid. Suddenly, he lurched forward and swung one hand at Li Qing!

“Boye!”

The soldiers who followed were taken aback when Boye attacked without saying a word, and they all tried to stop him.

Li Qing casually grabbed the hand that Boye was swinging at him. His strength was no longer what it used to be. Boye's punch, which used to be fast for him, was now too easy for Li Qing to catch.

What do you want to do?

Li Qing asked coldly.

"Hmph..." Boye sneered, "I can't argue with you, so I'll have to resort to force. Wheat, you brat, I've had my eye on you for a long time. How come someone like you is still staying in our tribe?"

"..."

"I don't know what you said that made the chief and the others listen to your opinion, but I won't fall for your tricks so easily!"

Boye forcefully pulled his hand away—of course, this was because Li Qing intentionally reduced the force.

Shaking his wrist, Boye said, "Fine, I don't care about those idiots from the Black Wind Tribe, but today, I'm going to make you pay the price!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Li Qing said softly, "Boye, how could you possibly be my match?"

But Boye seemed not to have heard those words at all. After saying those angry words, he waved his hands and ran towards Li Qing.

Boye's offensive style is very similar to his personality, leaning towards a brute force approach. However, he is different from Chu. Chu's combat experience and skills allow him to be both brute and meticulous, but Boye is far inferior to Chu.

Li Qing stood quietly in place, watching Boye rushing towards him. Without even flinching, he seized an opportunity and firmly "locked" one of Boye's rapidly swinging arms with both hands. Then, without any hesitation, he delivered an over-the-shoulder throw, slamming Boye hard to the ground!

The soil in the vicinity was relatively loose, which meant that Boye was not seriously injured by the attack. He cursed and rolled over to get up.

"That fall just now looked really hard."

"Wheat's strength has improved so quickly?"

“Boye is much older than him. Logically speaking, in terms of combat experience, Maizi shouldn’t be a match for Boye. How can there be such a big difference?”

He could hear the hushed conversations of the onlookers; clearly, losing face was far more embarrassing for Boye than the physical pain.

Brushing the dust off his back, Boye stood up, his expression already somewhat uncertain.

Seeing Boye like this, Li Qing felt a pang of sympathy and sighed, "Boye, fighting won't solve anything. If there's anything, we can..."

"Enough with the nonsense!"

Boye roared, grabbed a handful of sand with his right hand and threw it at Li Qing, then picked up a huge rock nearby and threw it at Li Qing, before finally accelerating towards Li Qing again.

He casually deflected the sand and stones that were aimed at him. At this moment, Boye had already rushed in front of Li Qing and mercilessly smashed his right fist into Li Qing's face!

"hiss……"

Li Qing covered her nose and took a few steps back.

A cold sensation spread through his palm, and Li Qing frowned, glancing down at his hand.

nosebleed.

After the punch, Boye still seemed unsatisfied. He stared at Li Qing's palm, panting, "Huff... Do you... do you know how... powerful I am now?"

Li Qing lightly dipped the index finger of his other hand into a smear of blood, brought it to his lips, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked it. Then, he shook his head in disappointment and said, "That's it? Nothing special."

"you!"

Boye, not one to listen to such provocative words, cursed and then delivered a swift straight punch to Li Qing, who was looking down at the blood.

This time, Boye's force was even greater, and Li Qing was forced back three or four steps. Li Qing's injuries also became somewhat frightening after this punch.

Blood kept flowing from both nostrils, some dripping into Li Qing's mouth, while some ran down his neck and onto his chest, staining it red.

"How about this?"

Boye clenched his fists and asked.

Despite taking Boye's punch, Li Qing seemed unaffected, still looking down at the blood on his palm and saying, "I still don't feel much."