After listening to Old Wang's words, Fatty Ge's eyes flashed and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smirk.
"You think you can kill Bao Wutian?
Even if my brother could kill Bao Wufa, you won't be able to! "
"You mean he's stronger than me?"
Old Wang pointed at Li Mo in anger.
He had been the second elder of the Discipline Tribe for so many years and Fatty Ge said he couldn't beat a brat?
Old Wang said furiously.
"Good!
I challenge him!
Let's see if he's here to scam us for food! "
"Done!"
Fatty Ge's eyes shone as he shouted in his heart.
Fatty Ge said that because he wanted Old Wang to challenge Li Mo.
Fatty Ge had seen Li Mo in action. He didn't see him kill Bao Wutian with his own eyes, but he believed it without a shadow of a doubt.
Fatty Ge thought that since Old Wang was his enemy every day, borrowing Li Mo's hand to deal with him wasn't a bad idea.
"Good, ha-ha, then let's go watch their fight …"
Ge Yuanshan also wanted to see Li Mo's power and laughed.
"Great, we also want to see how this little brother killed Bao Wutian."
"Yeah."
"…"
The other elders echoed. The Discipline Tribe and the Shadow Leopard Tribe were the same, worshipping strength.
Everyone turned to Li Mo. After all, this contest still needed Li Mo's approval.
Li Mo ate a mouthful of roasted meat and wiped his hands on the table's hide.
"Good!
I accept. "
Only by showing enough power would the Discipline Tribe take a liking to him. Li Mo wanted to be on good terms with the Discipline Tribe to keep the Shadow Leopard Tribe in check.
With the Discipline Tribe keeping them in check, the Shadow Leopard Tribe wouldn't be able to search the mountain.
And with the elder and the rest's understanding of the mountain, as long as the Shadow Leopard Tribe didn't search inch by inch, they would never find them.
Li Mo and Wang Laoer walked out of the room since he couldn't do it in this cramped room.
The rest of the people in the room also gave up on eating and drinking and followed them out to watch the match.
After all, Old Wang was the second elder of the Fengxun Tribe. His strength was also very powerful in the tribe.
Outside Ge Yuanshan's house was an empty field. The group surrounded it, watching Li Mo and Wang Er.
"Brat, I won't hold back. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too close to fatty Ge!"
Second Brother Wang spoke darkly to Li Mo. His voice faded.
Second Wang charged Li Mo with a refined iron saber in his hand.
He didn't know if the Discipline Wind Tribe had someone like the Shadow Leopard Tribe's eleventh elder, so Li Mo didn't dare show his balls again.
Li Mo patted the storage bag on his waist and the Shadow Leopard Tribe's eleventh elder's walking stick appeared in his hand.
This walking stick was also made of fine iron, and its hardness was not bad.
Li Mo's hand was covered in spiritual qi as he used it to block the saber.
"Clang!
Dang!
Dang … "
Li Mo's cultivation was lower than Second Brother Wang's, but his spiritual qi was no less dense than Second Brother Wang's.
But Li Mo's spiritual qi was no less dense than Second Brother Wang's, not to mention Li Mo's many years of battle experience.
This meant Li Mo wasn't at a disadvantage against Second Brother Wang.
That day in the forest, Li Mo fought one against three. If Li Mo had fought Bao Wutian one on one, he wouldn't have been hurt.
"Damn it!"
The tribesmen were all watching. He was stuck in a stalemate with this brat, making Second Brother Wang feel like he had no face left.
Therefore, as Wang Lao Er cursed, he suddenly took a step back and threw the long saber in his hand to the side.
"Wind Training Wolf Howl!"
Wang Laoer shouted and his hands kept moving in the air.
Behind Second Brother Wang, a shadow of a white wolf appeared. It was the totem of their Wind Training Tribe, the Wind Training Wolf!
This white wolf's fur was as white as snow, its temperament as ice.
A pair of emotionless eyes looked down on Li Mo, as if one word could decide life or death!
"Second Brother Wang!
Don't you have any shame?
He even used the Wind Training Wolf Howl against an eighteen -year-old boy! "
Seeing Old Wang's actions, Fatty Ge in the distance couldn't help but curse in exasperation.
The Discipline Wind Tribe, like the Shadow Leopard Tribe, had many cultivation methods, ranging from high to low.
But the Discipline Wind Wolf Howl was the strongest among all high cultivation methods.
So when he saw Old Second Wang using his most powerful technique, Fatty Ge was a little angry.
"Awoo!"
Wang Lao Er, who was in the middle of a fight, had no intention of paying attention to Fatty Ge. Moreover, Wang Lao Er knew that even if he paid attention to Fatty Ge, he wouldn't be able to win against Fatty Ge in an argument.
Second Brother Wang's hands moved in front of his mouth and a white wolf's head appeared in his hands.
Second Brother Wang's palm was the wolf's upper jaw, while his lower hand was the wolf's lower jaw.
Second Brother Wang's mouth opened and closed and a wolf howl came.
Second Brother Wang charged Li Mo, his wolf's head a bloody maw biting at Li Mo.
"Shadow Leopard Whip!"
As for Li Mo, Li Mo shouted.
Li Mo's body moved back, landing on one foot and two hands, while his other leg was raised high.
The spiritual qi around Li Mo's leg turned blue, like a shadow leopard's tail.
"Shadow Leopard Tribe's Shadow Leopard Whip!"
"…"
The Discipline Wind Tribe's elders were shocked to see Li Mo using the Shadow Leopard Whip. Their gazes on Li Mo were filled with hostility.
The Discipline Wind Tribe and Shadow Leopard Tribe were separated by a great distance and the two clashed constantly. That was why the Discipline Wind Tribe's people recognized the Shadow Leopard Tribe's cultivation method.
And Li Mo, who could use the Shadow Leopard Whip, was taken as a member of the Shadow Leopard Tribe.
Ge Yuanshan looked Li Mo over and shook his head in the end.
"This Li Mo can't be a spy from the Shadow Leopard Tribe. Li Mo's Shadow Leopard Whip is impressive, but unintentional. It doesn't have the Shadow Leopard Tribe's legacy …"
Ge Yuanshan was referring to the Shadow Leopard Tribe's totem. There was no Shadow Leopard Tribe's totem.
When Li Mo used the Shadow Leopard Whip, there was no shadow leopard behind him.
This Shadow Leopard Whip's attack was a bit weaker.
Back to the fight in the middle. Second Wang's wolf hands were already in front of Li Mo.
Its sharp fangs seemed to be able to bite through anything in the world. Second Brother Wang didn't hold back against Li Mo.
If Li Mo wasn't strong enough, he'd fall to the wolf's head.
Whoosh!
Li Mo's leg was fast, like a shadow leopard's tail, slamming into the wolf's head.