Chapter 290 Fighting

The two totems chatted idly, and there was something ambiguous in their words, which was somewhat different from the way of communication in this era.

Under the altar, the people of the Fire Tribe began to entertain the people of the Ice Bear Tribe.

The third-generation Herb Shaman was chatting enthusiastically with the Ice Bear Shaman, but the sixth-generation chief had nothing to talk about with the Ice Bear Chief, and there was a bit of awkwardness between the two.

They both held their shoulders high, each with a strong posture, and no one was willing to speak first.

This continued until the sun was about to set, when the Ice Bear Chief seemed to feel a little bored and suddenly spoke.

"It's rare for us to get together, so why not let the warriors fight to liven things up."

When he spoke, the provocation in his eyes was obvious.

"Chief, there's no need for fighting."

The Ice Bear Shaman spoke first, proving that this was not what the totem meant.

The third generation of the Herb Witch looked at the sixth generation leader. He did not want this to happen, but everything depended on the sixth generation leader's answer.

When the sixth generation leader's right hand touched the broken part of his left hand, the third generation of the Herb Witch knew that what he was worried about was going to happen.

"Okay."

The sixth generation leader did not say anything more. His eyes swept among the tribal warriors and finally fixed on Ran, a squadron leader of the team.

He was the first person to learn from Shi, and his control over the totem fire was the best after Shi.

Fighting alone, he was the most powerful among those present.

"Ran, go and fight."

The sixth generation leader said casually, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was pointed.

"Yes."

Ran stood up and beat his chest with his right hand.

Although he was on Shi's side, at this time, he would put the tribe first.

"Ya, you go ahead."

The Ice Bear Tribe leader turned his head and said to the warrior under him.

"Okay."

The Ice Bear Tribe warrior called Ya stood up. His figure was not much less than that of the Ice Bear Tribe leader, and there was a scabbed scar on his face, which made him look a lot more ferocious.

"As a leader, I like to fight. Fire Totem, don't think this is a provocation from the Ice Bear Tribe."

Seeing that the area below was being cleared and prepared for the battle, Ice Bear Totem put down the barbecue he was chewing and spoke.

"No."

Diwu Xuan still answered sparingly.

In the Bagua space, Moon Totem looked at Diwu Xuan with a playful look, hoping to see something from his face, but today Diwu Xuan was unusually indifferent.

He didn't talk much, and his expressions were even less, making it impossible to guess what was in his mind.

After clearing the area below, Ya took out his weapon, which was a stick of bone from an unknown animal with some spikes stuck on it.

Ran also took out his weapon, a stone spear.

"No matter life or death, be careful."

Ya spoke first, with a devilish smile on his face.

Ran nodded cautiously, without any further expression.

Ya was a little dissatisfied that he could not see fear in his eyes. He roared with a fierce face and took the lead in attacking.

The mace swept across, bringing with it a series of sounds of breaking through the air. Ran cautiously did not fight it, but chose to jump back to avoid this fierce attack, and then stabbed the stone spear in his hand straight to Ya's knee.

That was his most forward position besides his arms, and attacking such a position could effectively maintain the distance between the two.

"Buzz."

The mace was grabbed by Ya, who changed its direction and pressed it down with great force, preparing to smash it directly at the stone spear in Ran's hand.

"Swoosh."

The stone spear quickly avoided the thick mace like a snake returning to its hole.

The totem power on Ran's body suddenly changed, and the power was concentrated on his feet. His body moved with his feet, moving sideways to Ya's side and stabbing the spear again.

"Roar."

Ya, who had already retracted the mace, roared angrily, turned around and swung the mace to collide with it.

Ran mobilized the totem power again, concentrated it in his hands, changed his moves to move the stone spear sideways, avoiding the mace and stabbing again.

"Monkey."

Ya cursed angrily, obviously very dissatisfied with Ran's tricky attack method, but he had no other choice.

The two men fought back and forth, but one was extremely fast and the other was powerful, so it was unclear who would win.

"Are your tribal warriors controlling the totem power?"

The Ice Bear Totem suddenly asked, with a bit of surprise in his voice.

"Yes."

Diwu Xuan gave an affirmative answer, but did not explain.

The Ice Bear Totem did not speak again, but a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

It was not only the Ice Bear Totem who noticed this, but the people of the Ice Bear Tribe were also a little surprised by this.

"If we keep fighting like this, how long will it take to determine the winner?"

The two fought for a while, and the leader of the Ice Bear Tribe asked unsatisfactorily.

But Ran ignored his question and continued to attack, and Ya could not catch him, so he roared in anger.

Seeing that the fighting man ignored him, the leader of the Ice Bear tribe looked at the Sixth Generation Leader, hoping that he would let his warriors fight head-on.

However, the Sixth Generation Leader ignored him and just took a sip of the soup made from the man-eating flower stamens from time to time. He also liked sweets.

Just when the leader of the Ice Bear tribe was about to get angry, the battlefield suddenly changed.

After Ya angrily smashed his mace on the ground several times, Ran suddenly found a flaw in the enemy and rushed towards Ya's face with his whole body and stone spear.

He was as fast as the wind, and the stone spear in his hand was even straighter. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Ya.

Ya instinctively lowered his head to avoid the stone spear, and held the mace with his right hand and lifted it up.

Ran had already anticipated his next move. While running, his right foot had already stepped on the center of the mace, stopping Ya's lifting movement. At the same time, he discarded the stone spear, touched his waist with his right hand, and took a stone knife in his hand.

Close combat is Ran's forte. He wandered around for a long time just to break the enemy's mace.

"Looking for death."

Before Ya finished speaking, he also discarded the mace, wiped the thick stone knife at his waist, and confronted it.

"Bang."

There was a muffled sound, and the stone knife in Ran's hand collided with it, making a muffled sound.

The two men passed each other, and there was a blood mark on Ya's right arm, and the dagger in Ran's hand was broken.

"Come again."

Ya shouted, turning around to fight again.

The sixth-generation leader frowned, and he saw that Ran's right arm was shaking slightly, which should be caused by the huge impact.

He saw clearly what happened in the intersection just now. At the critical moment, Ran stopped, otherwise Ya would have died.

"Come on."

Ran responded, steadied his right arm, took out a spare stone knife from his waist, and rushed up again.

"Bang."

This time the sound was louder, and the two did not pass by each other, but retreated.

This kind of impact-style chopping was not Ran's forte, but his right arm was trembling, so he could only resist.

Ya took a step back, but Ran took many steps back. He stopped and looked down, and there was already a bloody mark on his chest.

"I'm stopping too."

Ya grinned and said with a ferocious smile.