Chapter 60: Thin Bloodline

The essence of the orcs passed down since ancient times was ironically referred to as the bar's signature performance. However, anyone who knew a bit understood that orc dance and orc martial arts were entirely different things, even though they looked similar.

Kela ignored him. After all, in the eyes of humans, orcs were always lowly, and they never received any respect.

Dignity is earned through fighting, not by begging for it!

Kela's calm eyes were already filled with the will to fight. The momentum of orc martial arts had formed, and her blood flowed faster, making her more excited. She stared intensely at her opponent: "Come on!"

"Finished posing?" Mo Tong's eyes were already brimming with anger: "I'll hammer you to death!"

He couldn't beat Wang Feng because of this woman! He told her not to choose him, but she insisted. If he didn't teach her a lesson, she'd think he had no temper!

Just an orc, and she wasn’t even using a weapon. Naturally, he wouldn’t use one either.

As for momentum, what a joke. Posing against an orc? His rage was the strongest momentum!

Mo Tong had already thrown his axe aside. Now, his left leg bent slightly before he kicked off forcefully.

Bang!

Kela's pupils contracted sharply.

In the blink of an eye, he had covered the distance of several meters. Kela couldn't even see his leg movements; she only felt his figure suddenly appear right in front of her.

His towering body rose high, blocking the light above. A hand chop descended like a giant battle axe!

Mo Tong, who seemed foolish when teased by Wang Feng, transformed completely during the fight. His sudden momentum enveloped Kela. Despite feeling there were numerous ways to dodge, her body felt trapped in mud, while her opponent seemed like an ancient giant. All she could do was defend.

Biting her teeth, she broke free from the invisible pressure and crossed her arms, pushing up forcefully.

Boom!

Kela's body sank abruptly. At the point where her arms blocked, a force like a mountain pressing down struck her, making her involuntarily recall the heavily armored martial artist who had been flattened earlier.

Her arms went numb, and her left knee hit the ground.

Before she could catch her breath, Mo Tong's descending body shifted slightly, and his right fist swung upward from below.

Boom!

It was too fast. Kela didn't have time to react. Her chin took a solid hit, and she flew backward, losing consciousness mid-air.

Boom...

Kela landed several meters away, unable to move.

Just two hits.

A challenge and a hook, simple as could be. But watching from the sidelines, people felt a chill. Could they have withstood it?

Luo Lan’s face was cold. Mo Tong’s soul power hadn’t diminished at all, meaning he had been holding back during their match.

Although she was a bit annoyed, winning was good.

Old Wang... was just a spectator, feeling quite pleased.

Being able to withstand Mo Tong's full-force hand chop showed Kela's strength and defense were genuinely impressive. Her foundation was solid, but the main reason for her defeat was the inherent suppression of soul power.

The Eight Tribes, humans, and sea people all suppressed orcs with their soul power. Under its influence, orcs couldn’t fully utilize their own strengths. In terms of physical strength, orcs far outclassed other races, and once orc blood awakened, soul power suppression would become ineffective, leading to a different outcome.

Were the orcs willing to accept this?

Of course not, but their struggles were futile. Without royal blood, awakening was almost impossible, and even with royal blood, it wasn’t guaranteed. They tried various methods, even having the royal family produce many children to increase the chances.

However, the results were poor, and they couldn’t find a stable method to awaken the bloodline. From Kela and Wu Di’s faint soul power, Old Wang sensed royal blood, albeit weak.

There were always ways, but the question was, who would pay for it?

Losing money wasn’t an option, and awakening was a difficult task. Besides, even landlords don’t have extra grain.

After all, as a mature man, he had long given up on the hot-blooded youth’s antics. ...Who was looking at him...

It was Mo Tong!

This position was awkward. Kela lay directly opposite Old Wang, facing the victorious Mo Tong.

Mo Tong didn’t care about the fallen Kela; his eyes were fixed on Old Wang.

Can’t beat you, but I’ll scare you to death!

Rip!

Only the victor gets to show off. Not everyone has the right to celebrate.

Mo Tong tore off his white tank top and wildly displayed his muscular physique to Old Wang, his thick pectorals flexing aggressively, his eyes challenging Old Wang.

At this moment, male dominance was on full display, like a victorious lion glaring at its rival with murderous intent!

This was awkward.

Old Wang looked at him speechlessly. Dealing with such a fool required a delicate touch: "Your physique is really impressive, but little brother, have you heard a saying?"

"What, coward?" Mo Tong said arrogantly, indeed showing off!

Old Wang sighed, his eyes strange, looking at him with pity: "Big chest, no brain, little brother."

...

Mo Tong almost didn’t react, but suddenly his cool threat felt awkward. After a while, he picked up his shirt to cover his chest... because, damn it, everyone was staring. He had bared his chest before, so why did it feel so uncomfortable this time?

"Cough, cough, that was quite clever. I'll have to use it next time." Hei Wukai was pleasantly surprised; every time he beat up Mo Tong, he felt something was missing.

"Hei Wukai, which side are you on!" Mo Tong roared in anger.

Little Yin Fu blushed slightly, and Longmoer cleared his throat. This embarrassment... it made them look like the Eight had lost: "Mo Tong, come back."

Old Wang and Wu Di also helped Kela back, noticing she was injured. Kela's face was pale, but she stubbornly shook her head.

However, Yin Fu immediately volunteered and ran over, using the Moon Goddess Baptism, the exclusive healing technique of the Gandharvas. Sparkling light emanated from Yin Fu's hands, seeping into Kela's wounded areas. Kela's pained expression eased slightly, and the deformed bones seemed to slowly recover.

Having an exorcist in the team is great, Old Wang thought enviously. Damn, should we try to poach Yin Fu for our Old Wang team? Karida wouldn't kick out the Eight anyway, so why waste resources by forming another team...

With Kela's condition stabilized, the scene returned to normal, buzzing sounds continuing.

The Black Roses were whispering among themselves, but their smiling faces clearly showed mockery. However, since Kela was severely injured, they gave her some sympathy points. As fellow Beastmen, the Black Roses didn't want to mock her too much, remembering the last time when Wang Feng used their behavior against them.

After Yin Fu finished the treatment, Longmoer smiled and broke the silence: "We have three more matches. Who's next?"

"Wu Di, you're up." Old Wang pushed Wu Di forward.

Given the current situation, Lucky Heaven would surely make a grand entrance last. As the captain, he should also appear last. Even if Wu Di didn't choose Hei Wukai, there was still Winnie, who was the rightful choice.

"Captain's got your back! Don't be afraid, win one for us!" Old Wang encouraged him.

If anyone in the team listened most to the captain, it was Wu Di. Old Wang liked honest people.

Wu Di silently looked at everyone, not saying a word, but his thick fists were clenched tightly... nervous.

As a low-ranking Beastman, he never imagined he'd spar with the Eight. In the old days of strict hierarchy, the Eight's nobles were the highest of the high, and Beastmen weren't even allowed to look up at them.

Seeing Wu Di's nervousness, Longmoer smiled: "Apart from Lucky Heaven holding back, you can pick anyone else, including me or Hei Wukai."

The noble Lucky Heaven could not allow mere humans or Beastmen to choose their opponent, even in a friendly match.

Wu Di turned to look behind him, seemingly seeking Kela's opinion, but Kela was barely standing, let alone able to speak.

Wu Di turned back and pointed at Longmoer, "You."

"Sure." Longmoer smiled, indicating that everyone agreed Hei Wukai was the hardest to deal with.

Longmoer naturally extended his hand, experiencing many peculiar things here. To be honest, he really thought Principal Karida was "asking for trouble," breaking traditions and being unconventional. Frankly, he disliked it, but it was a human affair, so it didn't matter.

On the other side, Wu Di quickly placed his fists in front of his chest, trying to strike a combat stance, but due to his nervousness, he mixed up his feet.

He instinctively felt something was wrong, but when he tried to adjust, he forgot what the starting stance should be, making his movements awkward and clumsy.

Winnie couldn't help covering her face. She never found these guys lacking during training, but now, watching them fight was truly embarrassing. Was it that hard to strike a pose?

Wu Di was extremely embarrassed, his heart pounding loudly, audible to everyone.

"Wu Di, go, go, don't be scared!" The spectators egged him on, Old Wang cheering him on from behind: "Dealing with a wizard is simple. Just charge at him and punch him with your big fists!"

The Eight couldn't help but smile, finding these humans endearingly foolish.

Ma Tan was speechless. What kind of trash had he been beaten by? If wizards were that easy to handle, this profession would have long been extinct, especially facing someone like Longmoer.