Chapter 572 - 362: Establishing Friendship (Part 2)

Chapter 572: Chapter 362: Establishing Friendship (Part 2)

"I told you, you’re no match for me."

Faced with such a one-track-minded brute, Han Ning was inwardly exasperated. He simply lifted his head and glanced at him.

"AHHH!!!"

In that instant, the Flame Pig Giant and his Flame Breath Flying Dragon both clutched their heads with their hands and collapsed to the ground with a THUD, letting out agonizing wails.

Seeing this, the arena staff gathered around all showed expressions of terror. They quickly directed their colleagues to drag the Flame Pig Giant and the Flame Breath Flying Dragon away from the scene.

"Here, take this."

"Thank you, big brother!"

The Steel Elephant Youth thanked him profusely, uncorked the glass vial containing the potion, and brought the mouth of the bottle to the Holy Steel Mammoth’s shimmering silver bones.

He was just about to pour it out when the Holy Steel Mammoth suddenly rolled over, shattered the bottle, and let the liquid inside merge into its body.

Then, a scene that shocked the Steel Elephant Youth unfolded.

He watched as the Holy Steel Mammoth’s body—originally ten meters long in its normal form but now shrunken down to just a skeleton after the battle with the Flame Breath Flying Dragon—began to rapidly regenerate new, silver flesh and blood.

The speed was unbelievably fast.

The Steel Elephant Youth’s eyes widened. Sensing through his Spiritual World that the Holy Steel Mammoth’s life force was no longer fading but was instead rapidly growing stronger, his eyes filled with joyous surprise.

"This is miraculous!"

Meanwhile, Han Ning thought to himself, ’As expected of something from Bobo Man. Two potions were enough to pull the Holy Steel Mammoth back from the brink of death.’

His face beaming with joy, the Steel Elephant Youth recalled the fully recovered Holy Steel Mammoth into his Soul Beast Space. He looked at Han Ning with sincere eyes and asked, "Big brother, big brother from the Alien Race, what’s your name? Do you have any more of that potion? Can you sell them all to me? I’ll buy as many as you have! Oh, and how much for these two potions?"

"Oh, right. My name is Gang Lifen."

"My name is Han Ning. As for the potions, uh... I’m out for now. But I can give you my contact information. If you or your tribesmen want to buy potions, you can find me." Han Ning took a business card from his pocket with a smile and handed it to Gang Lifen.

"They’re 100,000 Tirar per bottle. You just spent 200,000."

Considering he would be interacting frequently with Beast Masters from the Alien Races on the Continent Group, Han Ning had specially printed a batch of metal business cards, following the customs of humans from Blue Star World.

"100,000?!"

Gang Lifen’s expression froze for a moment, but he still carefully tucked the business card away. He bowed to Han Ning and said,

"I don’t have that much money on me. Could I go back and gather the funds, then come back to pay you?"

After being healed by the two potions, the Holy Steel Mammoth’s Spiritual Energy leakage and flesh disintegration had completely stopped. Aside from some unstable Spiritual Energy fluctuations, there were no other major injuries.

The color of the Spiritual Energy flowing through its body gradually returned to silver-white.

"No problem. I trust..." Han Ning’s gaze subtly swept over the fine fabric of the youth’s clothing, but before a smile could form on his face...

The next second, a thunderous boom abruptly interrupted their conversation.

"Everyone, stay right where you are! No one moves!"

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The ground was trembling.

From the end of the arena tunnel, several tall, sturdy, and stocky dark figures slowly walked in.

The one in the lead was nearly four meters tall. He was bare-chested, and most of his exposed skin was tattooed with ferocious monsters using some unknown scarlet material.

He had a massive, pig-shaped head with a cylindrical nose, and two menacing tusks extended outward from the corners of his mouth.

The giant, pig-headed brute was flanked by several slightly smaller followers.

The Flame Pig Giant who had just been carried away by the staff was also there, supported by a companion and limping along.

"Big brother, that’s him! That Beast Master from the Alien Race! He dared to go against the rules of our Flame Pig Clan and help that kid from the Steel Elephant Tribe!" Unlike his thunderous voice from before, the Flame Pig Giant’s voice was now extremely weak, as if he could faint at any moment.

The giant, pig-headed brute’s domineering behavior immediately drew the dissatisfaction of the arena’s spectators.

"Fucking hell, these stinking wild boars are too damn arrogant! This is the Mad Lion Tribe’s territory. Do they really think they own the place?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down. Don’t you see who that is? Even if a Mad Lion Noble were here in person, they’d probably have to be polite to him."

"Who?"

"Look at his clothes. He must be a Priest who serves under the Flame Pig Clan’s High Priest. In the Flame Pig Clan, every Priest’s status is no less than that of a noble."

...

In the distance, Bobo Man and the others, who had been waiting for Han Ning in the spectator seats, saw that something was wrong and immediately ran over.

As it happened, Bobo Man, with his keen senses, overheard both the Flame Pig Priest’s words and the conversations of the surrounding crowd.

Never one to take a loss, he immediately flew into a rage, glared, and cursed,

"Who the fuck cares about some High or Low Priest? Do you know who I am?"

"Chi Ya, this is a conflict between the Steel Elephants and the Flame Boars! It has nothing to do with anyone else. I won’t allow you to attack them!"

Gang Lifen mustered his courage, spread his arms, and shielded Han Ning.

"Holy shit! Where’d this little pet crawl out from? You’re smaller than a turd, yet you dare to run your mouth here?!"

Chi Ya completely ignored Gang Lifen. His brows furrowed, and he moved to grab the cursing Bobo Man.

"Fuck your ancestors!" Bobo Man’s entire body began to radiate a deep blue light.

Suddenly, a short old man with a lion’s head sprinted between the two sides at the speed of a 100-meter dash. He frantically bowed to Chi Ya and Gang Lifen while shouting in a shrill, desperate voice,

"Sirs, sirs, please, could you give this humble one some face? I beg you, milords, please don’t fight here. If you start fighting, my humble arena will be destroyed!"

Just then, one of Chi Ya’s companions seemed to recognize Bobo Man. He stood on his tiptoes and whispered something in his ear.

Evidently, after hearing his companion’s warning, Chi Ya slightly reined in his previous arrogance. His dark eyes darted around, but his tone remained firm.

"Relax. We are all nobles of the Barbaric Beasts, and we’re on Big Brother Shi Zhou’s territory. I’ll give you some face."

As he spoke, his gaze shifted to Han Ning.

"However, rules are rules. Since we’re in Lion City, we’ll follow the rules of the Mad Lion Tribe. This Beast Master from the Alien Race injured a member of my Flame Pig Clan. He must fight me to the death."

"You f—" Bobo Man heard this and couldn’t stop himself from cursing again.

"Fine. How do you want to fight?" Han Ning held out a hand, stopping the swearing Bobo Man, his tone calm.

"The Universal rules of the Continent Group. A 1v1 battle with six Soul Beasts each, taking turns. Other than the requirement that the Soul Beasts must be your own Contracted Soul Beasts, any means are permitted until one side is completely wiped out."

"As for the venue, we’ll use this place. Keep the battle contained within the arena. You can manage that, can’t you?"

Chi Ya stared coldly at Han Ning.

"Fine. Everyone else, please retreat to the spectator seats," Han Ning said with a nod.

’Holy crap, that pig-head must’ve really gotten his brains kicked stupid by a Mammoth. A guy who hasn’t even reached Tier Five is challenging Han Ning?’

Bobo Man looked at Han Ning’s solemn and serious expression and tried hard to maintain a straight face himself, though inwardly he was almost laughing his ass off. He eagerly started ranting to Lin Tianhe and Ah Yu beside him.

"Your Highness Prince Bobo Man, are you sure he hasn’t reached Tier Five? Why is he so confident?" As Han Ning’s little follower, Ah Yu was more worried about Han Ning’s safety.

"Yeah, yeah! What if his Spiritual Power isn’t Tier Five, but his Soul Beast’s strength has reached the Emperor Level?" Lin Tianhe was also worried.

"Did your brain get kicked by a Mammoth just like that wild boar’s? How could you have an Emperor Level Soul Beast without Tier Five Spiritual Power? Besides, they said you can only use Contracted Soul Beasts, so what you’re describing is completely impossible," Bobo Man said, rolling his eyes.