Sky-cracking Rider

Chapter 407 Section 403 - Meanness is the Passport of the Base

"Blood Spike," the weapon's appearance was correct.

The war patterns, indeed in the style of the Neanderthal tribe.

But why the silver light?

Could it be that there was something wrong with the way it was activated?

Boom!

Pure, flawless fine sand danced all around like drizzling rain, prompting a burst of gasps from the audience.

Kleimas, who had slammed heavily into the sandy ground, rolled over and let out a loud roar.

"What kind of damn Secret Technique is this..."

He didn't care who his opponent was, whether or not they were from his own tribe; none of that mattered as long as he could engage in a satisfying, exhilarating battle.

"Secret Technique, Fight to the Death!"

Chen Fei roared again.

He felt as though he was back in that night when the old man's voice boomed like thunder, his presence swallowing the sky as he shouted.

Fight to the Death!

To thrive from death!

He unleashed his full power without any reservation.

The figure radiating silver light flashed abruptly, like a deafening thunderclap in a clear sky.

"Ah!~~~~"

Kleimas's palms were torn as he was flung backwards, barely holding onto his trident.

Under the sheer brutal force, he who once had the upper hand, now found himself defeated.

"Secret Technique..."

"Secret Technique, Fight to the Death!"

Chen Fei struck like lightning again, his voice arriving almost simultaneously with his attack, jamming the Kro Clan Warrior's rhythm and breaking his Secret Technique with absolute violence.

The dazzling silver light momentarily overpowered the crimson red.

It took time to activate a Secret Technique, and although not long, it was still possible to be interrupted.

Accustomed to instantaneous activation of special abilities, Chen Fei easily found his opponent's rhythm and decisively disrupted it.

"Ha..."

The audience, including Adrian and others, were numbed.

Is this really a War Pattern Secret Technique?

Do they really think all those Neanderthals are blind?

The color is obviously wrong!

Alas! How is this going to end?

It wasn't just Adrian; several members of Team 04 unconsciously made a face-palming sigh.

The Supreme Council of the Neanderthal tribe was likely to be seriously deceived this time.

"What is this crappy Secret Technique!"

Unexpectedly, Kleimas proved to be very resilient; even though the tremendous recoil of the weapon clash flung him into the air, the soft white sand below caught him, averting a potential injury.

"It is a genuine Secret Technique, I have received the complete inheritance!"

After both sides ignited their war patterns, Kleimas found himself overwhelmed in a clash of sheer strength, gaining no advantage whatsoever.

Buzz!~

The tip of "Blood Spike" pointed directly at Kleimas's throat, seemingly indicating a clear outcome.

In clashes between strong warriors, the result is often decided within a few movements.

"You lost!"

With just a slight thrust forward, Chen Fei could kill this Kro Clan warrior on the spot.

Damn it, being a law-abiding citizen, I don't kill recklessly—those messy murderous thoughts, get out... no, stabbing him solves a thousand problems, having a clear mind is most important; killing them off is the cleanest solution—who dares to defy, let them all die...

Yet his heart was engaged in a fierce struggle.

A chilling threat passing through his throat left Kleimas's mind completely blank.

"Roar..."

A loud roar suddenly erupted.

Over a dozen fierce beasts, as huge as vans, burst into the sandy area.

"What? 'Sauron' war beasts!"

Adrian sprang up, pointing at the Elders of the Neanderthal tribe not far away and angrily accused them, "This is against the rules, recall the war beasts immediately!"

Most members of Team 04 stood up, unable to sit idly by any longer, now having sufficient reason to intervene.

Descendants of the Third Era Civilization, the Neanderthals had developed top-tier biochemical technology, creating war beasts as renowned as their soldiers. These creatures had been active during the great war over thirty years ago, until they were completely overshadowed when the Blue Star Civilization introduced the Intelligent Magical Beasts of Cangqiong Star, almost losing all their tactical value.

Unexpectedly, within the Neanderthal reserve, so many biochemical war beasts had been secretly raised.

"Hahaha, this is the arena of the Neanderthal tribe, where our warriors and war beasts always fight side by side. To become a clan leader, one must defeat both; otherwise, we will never acknowledge them,"

At this moment, the Elder of the Kro Clan, Motong, shamelessly played the fool.

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"You are shameless, there is no such rule in our tribe,"

The Elder of the Autumn Tribe, Mabu'en, was so furious that he pointed at his counterpart and exposed him on the spot.

However, the tribal elders from the Kro side echoed one after another, supporting Elder Motong's proposal.

Right or wrong didn't matter to them; only winning mattered.

The response from the elders of the Neutral Factions was subtle. Had Chen Fei's war pattern glow been red instead of silver, they would not have hesitated as they did at this moment.

"Despicable!"

Kro Clan Warrior Kleimas, with a spear pointed at his throat, also showed a disdainful expression, making no effort to hide his contempt for his own clan's elder.

Although the sound barrier blocked the noise, the appearance of the "Sauron" war beasts was enough to prove one thing.

To win is to win, and to lose is to lose. If they couldn't handle defeat and resorted to releasing war beasts, such actions were only contemptible. The warriors of the Neanderthal tribe needed to win fair and square to truly earn everyone's respect.

Even though he knew Elder Motong was trying to help him, Kleimas felt a sense of humiliation and shame, causing the red glow of his war patterns to extinguish. He couldn't afford to lose face like this.

Elder Motong of Kro, pointing at Chen Fei and yelling crazily, commanded, "War beasts, attack, tear your enemies to shreds!"

"Roar!" "Roar!"...

The beasts quickly encircled Chen Fei and Kro Clan Warrior Kleimas, their vicious glares focusing on the former.

"Tweet!"

The Pure Light Sparrow, which had been perching on the tip of Old Tree Boundary Ape Lulu'an's Withered Vine Staff, flapped its small wings and soared, suddenly penetrating the one-way sound barrier.

It landed on Chen Fei's head, its tiny sharp beak brewing a terrifying light of death.