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"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!"

Chen Fei rotated the long spear in his hand, switching to a combat stance and quickly stabilized his breath.

Whether it was a special breathing technique, horse stance body training, or the inexplicable dazzling silver war patterns, all were precious legacies bestowed upon him by the old Neanderthal, Barut, before his demise.

"Hehe, I am not going to lose, Secret Technique, Blood Ignition!"

Blood-red flames rose around Kleimas; he spat a mouthful of blood onto the sand and, wielding his trident, took large strides in a relentless full-on charge.

The very next second, the long spear "Blood Spike" slipped from Chen Fei's hand, casually thrown forward.

"Ha!"

Kleimas roared ferociously as he fiercely chopped down with his trident.

Clang!

The trident collided heavily with the soaring spear tip, sparking a glaring shower of sparks, hitting squarely on target.

For a moment, the two weapons were locked, but the long spear, lacking support from behind, turned into a blur and flew out.

This time, Kleimas finally steadied his stance, not retreating.

Yet, there was no hint of joy on his face, but a serious expression as he stared at Chen Fei approaching step by step, reaching out to his side where the spear appeared out of thin air, firmly grasped in his hand.

Almost at the same time, the spear that was supposed to land far away silently vanished in mid-air.

"Absolutely, it's the War Technique of our tribe's hero, it's this one, there can be no mistake!"

Several elders on the stage shouted excitedly.

The extraordinary combat abilities of the Neanderthal tribe were all based on war patterns, even the weapons could form various special War Techniques with them.

It was only natural for the exclusive top skill of the hero Barulaka, whose brother Barut also knew it, to be passed down.

"Heh..."

Team 04 members didn't want to make any comments.

These Neanderthals were either telling a true story or had gone mad from watching too many dumb videos. Even the blonde lady couldn't tell.

It was total chaos now; all that was left was to wait for the final outcome.

"'Flash Strike'? It's actually a real 'Flash Strike'? You're not a Space System Ability User?"

Kleimas realized he might have overthought it, as it seemed the other party hadn't lied.

"A quickly activated Space System Ability, what chance do you think the Neanderthal tribe has?"

Chen Fei took another step forward and threw his spear "Blood Spike" again, the silver glow of the war patterns resonating with the designs on the surface of the spear. Unfortunately, the old man died too early to teach him much. This was the first time Chen heard the name of the war technique "Flash Strike."

Barut probably never considered this question either, only trying it in a refusal to accept his fate before dying. It turned out this old man had managed to make it work.

The activation of Space System abilities had numerous limitations. To achieve a level of effortless execution, one had to be at least an S-class supernatural power user and at the level of the Heavenly Order.

Such a big shot wouldn't need to waste words with the Neanderthal tribe. They could simply pin them down and pose them in eighteen different ways. There was no need to struggle for something as trivial as a clan leader. Even if Neanderthals were reduced to fawning lackeys, no tribe member would dare object, in fact, they probably couldn't even afford the thought of resistance.

Kleimas no longer doubted the other party's lineage; the ability to name the successor, display the correct war patterns and war techniques, and have genuine weapons was enough to prove most of it, the rest was just getting others to believe it.

However, he was still not ready to concede defeat, clenching his teeth as he said, "I am the true clan leader of the Neanderthal tribe. I will not lose, Secret Technique, Mountain Splitting!"

As one of the rare young warriors within the tribe, Kleimas had mastered more than one Secret Technique, worthy of being the top person below Clan Chief Bassan.

Transforming into lightning, he rushed towards Chen Fei in the blink of an eye, the tip of his trident shimmering cruelly, aiming to skewer his opponent through.

Stabbing the spear "Blood Spike" into the sand, Chen Fei's figure disappeared from the spot.

Kleimas, melded with his trident, lunged into empty air. Almost at the same moment, a huge sense of danger surged in his heart. Forcibly twisting his waist, he turned around and put all his strength into changing the trajectory of the trident's thrust. Stumbling, he turned the forward stab into a sideways sweep behind him, switching from attack to defense to protect his own blind spot.

Clang!

Changing his move in haste inevitably exposed some flaws.

A massive force slammed Kleimas, along with his trident, heavily into the sandy ground. Even though there was soft sand beneath him, he was still dazed, seeing stars.

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.

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"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.