Chapter 8 I, as a leader,

live. These two words are very simple. They can be broken down into: be born and live.

Luo Chong is working hard for this word. If he wants to do this, he must first get the status of leader. New food sources, new hunting methods, new weapons, all of which require him to reform. But if he doesn't become the leader, no one will listen to him.

The election of the leader is simple and rough. Barehanded, no weapons are allowed, and no one is allowed to seriously injure others. The most powerful one is the next leader.

The elders will not participate in the competition. The cripple is also very self-aware. Six fingers is a bit stupid. Although his martial arts value is not low, he cannot lead the whole tribe. Feather and Stone can only be ranked behind in

martial arts value, but these two people are very smart. The remaining is the competition between Duer, Beast Fang, and Dali. The tribesmen have formed a big circle, and even the smallest kids have come to watch. Several two or three-year-old children have put on simple animal skin clothes, which were just made last night.

Luo Chong was also standing in the circle, but he didn't want to make a move right now. Others didn't intend to let this kid be the leader, they just wanted him to make up for the loss of the hunting team.

Luo Chong didn't make a move because he knew that his body was not in an advantageous position now. If he made a move now, he would face a round-robin battle, so he just needed to defeat the last one. He still had this confidence. If he couldn't even deal with a few primitive people, then the skills and tactics he learned in his previous life would be in vain.

Du'er and Shouya had already started fighting. The two of them were punching and kicking each other. The fight was not at all entertaining and there were no moves. Both sides had no weapons, they could only punch and kick. At this time, they were competing to see who was stronger and who was more ruthless.

Du'er and Shouya were already entangled together, grabbing each other's shoulders and arms, trying to throw each other down. If the two guys didn't look like humans, Luo Chong felt that the scene in front of him was more like two bulls butting heads.

One-ear's endurance was not very good, but his explosive power was good. After a struggle, One-ear was grabbed by the shoulder and pushed back by Beast Fang. One-ear kept retreating, and his feet made two shallow depressions on the ground until he stepped on a stone and found an opportunity to fight back.

At this moment, One-ear's explosive power was reflected. He saw him kick the stone with his legs, and took the opportunity to press down with his upper body. With a pounce, he pressed Beast Fang under him. Beast Fang struggled for a few times, but didn't turn over. He gasped and could only admit defeat unwillingly.

The two people climbed up one after another. One-ear looked at the green feather crown in the elder's hand, his eyes bright. It was not only a symbol of the leader, but also a symbol of the strong.

Beast Fang pushed One-ear and pointed at Dali, reminding him that there was still one more, so don't be too happy too soon.

One-ear shouted excitedly. Luo Chong didn't understand what he meant, but it seemed that he was provoking Dali. Dali was also eager to try.

There was dew in the autumn morning, and the ground was still a little wet and soft. For a heavyweight player like Dali, it was really a pit. When One-ear, who was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, stood in front of Dali, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, people could see the difference between them at a glance.

This is so unscientific! In Luo Chong's cognition, the average height of early primitive people should be about 1.5 meters, but the height of adults here is far higher than this data, and is already close to the height of modern earthlings.

He is not an expert in ancient human research, so he doesn't think much about this issue. In the end, he can only explain this problem by saying that this is not the earth. There are two moons in the sky, so what is there to be entangled about.

Dali, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, stood there like a small tower, making One-ear feel that he had no idea where to start. This is an unequal contest.

"Ah!"

One-ear roared and launched the attack first, but the primitive hunting method was really bad. The most common method they used was to pounce on the prey and then hit the prey's head with a stone. However, this resulted in them being helpless against prey that was larger than themselves.

The situation in front of him was the same. One-ear rushed to Dali, hugged Dali's waist with both hands, and slammed his head against Dali's chest, trying to throw Dali to the ground.

One-ear had strong explosive power, and this was really fierce. Dali, who was like a small tower, was pushed back a step, but only a step.

Dali spread his feet forward and backward, stabilized his body again, and grabbed One-ear's shoulders with two big hands like small dustpans. One-ear wanted to withdraw quickly after failing to hit him, but he didn't expect to be caught by Dali in an instant. Before he could react, he heard a roar in his ear, and then he felt himself flying.

Dali grabbed Du'er's shoulders and threw him out with a horizontal swing. After

a

muffled sound, Du'er flew out of the circle and lay on the grass, chewing a mouthful of mud.

Emmm, the friends looked at Du'er lying on the ground groaning with a constipated expression, as if they knew how much pain Du'er was in.

Fortunately, the open space in front of the cave was all soil and there were few stones. Du'er groaned and climbed up after a while, but it also proved that these primitive people were really tough.

However, in this battle for the leader, Du'er had lost his eligibility to run for election. It would be embarrassing to tell others that he was KOed in less than five seconds. Du'er stood aside angrily and watched the elder hand the feather crown to Dali.

And Luo Chong finally took action. He knew that if he wanted to survive in this world, he had to take the leadership, otherwise no one would listen to him. Now, as long as he defeated the big guy in front of him, everything would be fine.

Dali happily took the feather crown and smiled foolishly. The tribesmen were also looking at the newly-minted leader, ready to follow the first task assigned by the new leader.

At this moment, a discordant voice sounded: "Don't worry, I still have it."

Luo Chong took two steps to Dali's side and grabbed the feather crown in his hand. Dali

roared

with a little anger in his eyes. The elders next to him were a little surprised and puzzled, and the people eating melons around him were at a loss. Why hasn't it been finished yet? It's better to finish it quickly so that the new leader can assign work. If you don't collect more food, how can you live this winter. Dali

was angry and grabbed the feather crown, but he didn't expect Luo Chong to not let go. With a snap, a few feathers fell between the two of them. Looking at the broken feather crown in his hand, Dali was furious and beat his chest and yelled at Luo Chong.

Luo Chong was not to be outdone. He expressed his intention to the elders in one of the few dialects in the tribe: I, defeat him, and I will be the leader.

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