"Yes, we understand, Chieftain." Upon hearing this, the little female immediately replied. A good man is one who is carefully chosen. In the headmaster's words, there's no rush to have orcs; we need to strengthen ourselves first.

For this matchmaking event, the Lion Tribe sent over fifty people, and the Leopard Tribe sent about the same number. They both set up a fighting arena not far away, and the young females below watched as this became known as a martial arts contest for marriage.

In this orcish world, finding a female is simple: show her your strength, and if she takes a liking to you, she'll throw herself into your arms; if she doesn't... then don't even think about using your looks to seduce her.

In the world of orcs, power is paramount, and appearance is secondary. Under these circumstances, the little females below began to watch the competition above and started chattering away.

The little beastmen above were all young boys, some barely adults and others still a bit underage, their eyes shining as they looked at the little female sitting not far away.

"So beautiful." The females of the Tiger Tribe are truly exceptional; they always give off a striking and refreshing aura.

“That’s for sure. Let me tell you, the females in the Tiger Clan are all educated, know a lot, and are in excellent health. Marrying one would be a great honor.” The Lion-Dragon said, looking at the females not far away.

Hearing this, all the orcs nodded, and then the competition began. During the competition, everyone fought extremely fiercely, but this fierceness did not scare away the females.

On the contrary, many females' eyes lit up immediately when they saw it, "So cool, so amazing..." Violence and strength are the bravest warriors in this world.