The Plant Master Becomes A Mute Sub-Beast: Farming And Laying Eggs

On the arena, Leon and Aaron stood facing each other. A beastman in the Golden Lion tribe climbed onto a high platform quite a distance away, reading the rules of the arena match once.

He finished reading, raising a horn to his mouth, taking a long blow. The sound of the horn just stopped. Aaron and Leon stepped into a ready-to-combat stance. A second horn blast rang out. The two immediately rushed into a fight.

When the two people collided intensely, a blast of strong wind shot straight out in a circular shape, blowing dust blindly into the air. The people standing near the arena were blown so hard they could not open their eyes. They had to move themselves to a higher position. On the observation deck, Evan and the young Priest stared down at the place where the two fought, their eyes not blinking even once.

Initially, Aaron’s combat techniques were vastly superior, forcing Leon into a disadvantageous position multiple times. Leon took a few hits, gradually grasping the rhythm, beginning to counterattack. The difference in their levels appeared clearly at this moment.

Once again when Leon’s fist landed on Aaron’s face, the killing intent in Evan’s eyes almost materialized into a physical entity. The young Priest unnaturally stepped back to the edge of the observation deck, smiling awkwardly to placate:

"Leon knows moderation. He will not harm Aaron. How can one not get injured during a martial arts match? They are beastmen, so those injuries are also considered their battle achievements. Right?"

Evan took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He indeed protected Aaron too carefully, forgetting that Aaron was also a beastman. Belligerence is the instinct of beastmen. Perhaps Aaron was feeling very happy right now?

Aaron was indeed very excited. Previously, when sparring with the team members, they were wary of various things, never fighting with their full strength. Today, having Leon as a sparring partner, the feeling was completely different.

Leon also felt the blood in his veins boiling, fighting more and more fiercely. The two people fought each other for nearly two hundred rounds without determining a victor. Leon felt that perhaps they should use Martial Weapons now. He was curious, not knowing what Aaron would bring out to fight back if he summoned his Martial Weapon.

Leon just placed his left hand on his right wrist. A soft chuckle suddenly rang in his ear:

"Do you think I will give you a chance to take out your Martial Weapon?"

Leon’s left wrist went numb. He immediately dodged to the right, simultaneously sweeping a horizontal kick to the left. Unexpectedly, the person he kicked instantly dissipated like smoke. He simultaneously felt the sound of wind tearing right behind his back.

Leon immediately jumped up, shifting his steps backward. Right when he had not yet stabilized his body, a silhouette appeared right in front of him.

"Bye bye~"

A ’Bang!’ sounded. Leon was kicked off the arena. The entire scene was as silent as a sheet of paper. Except for the Crimson people, all the eyes and jaws of the Golden Lion people wanted to leave their positions. The young Priest still maintained the posture of rubbing his eyes, not yet putting his hands down. His mouth gaped wide enough to fit a fist.

"That... that... that... Why are there up to three people... no... four people over there?!!"

Evan could not speak. The young Priest did not understand sign language, so no voice replied on the platform. The young Priest glanced at Evan once, pouting his lips. He ran heavily down to the position below the arena, where Leon was still sitting in a daze, staring upwards.

The young Priest patted Leon’s shoulder, scolding: "What the hell are you still looking at? You lost. Hurry up, ask Aaron why there are suddenly three more people exactly like him?!"

Leon only then snapped back to reality, scrambling up. On the arena, Aaron still had not recalled his clones. Four identical people stood in a row, making everyone unable to distinguish which one was Aaron. Leon widened his eyes, asking doubtfully:

"Do... do you have quadruplet brothers...?"

Aaron burst into laughter, gently waving his hand. His three clones immediately returned to the main body. He brushed the hem of his shirt, speaking leisurely:

"This is my Beast Energy. Its name is Phantom Clone. It also has a weakness, consuming a lot of physical stamina. If you were not kicked off the arena by that last strike, I would have lost."

The scene fell silent again for a moment. Waves of applause mixed with shouting sounds subsequently rang out, rumbling across a patch of the sky.

"This ability is so miraculous. This is the first time I have seen it!"

"Hey! Is that also a Martial Weapon?! It is a humanoid Martial Weapon!!!"

"So amazing! Hey mister, do you need another mate?! I can challenge your mate. Beastman with beastman is true love!!!"

"Bullshit! Beastman with Sub-Beast is the mandate of heaven! Hey buddy, I do not mind having two beast-husbands, choose me~"

Aaron ignored those earth-shattering confessions, proactively falling into his mate’s embrace, speaking coquettishly:

"Darling, I am so tired~ Everywhere on my body hurts~"

Leon: "..."

I do not believe I actually lost to such a sappy guy?!

The Crimson warriors coughed dryly, covering their faces in embarrassment. Captain, please pay attention to your image, we are at a stranger’s home!

Right at this moment, the team members were immediately surrounded. Hurried questions came one after another such as: ’can you transform into multiple people?’, ’let me see your martial weapons’, ’did you hide your Martial power? Why could you condense a Martial Weapon when you are only at the Primary stage?’, etc.

The Crimson warriors encountered such an enthusiastic welcome for the first time. They immediately used all their abilities to squeeze out of the crowd, running away for their lives.

Evening arrived. Draven used the excuse that the team members were a bit timid to refuse the invitation to eat together with the Golden Lion tribe, finding food himself to cook. Aaron tilted his face up to let Evan help apply medicine. Aaron subsequently analyzed the cultivation system of the Eastern Continent slowly for everyone to hear.

He finished introducing the cultivation system, then analyzed the combat techniques more deeply:

"The reason we can gain the upper hand is because our combat techniques are more complex than theirs. They all use basic martial arts trajectories like straight punches, horizontal punches, cross hooks. Their legs only execute straight kicks along with horizontal sweeps.

However, as long as they learn more diverse combat techniques, we will definitely not be their opponents. I won against that Saint-stage Martial Artist today because my techniques were good, additionally knowing how to utilize Divine Energy before the opponent could react.

I will give an honest assessment. If we fought fairly based on both sides understanding each other clearly, then out of our entire tribe, only three people—the Chief, Zale, Nordhal—could fight Leon to a draw."

Everyone collectively took a deep breath. Zale and Nordhal were both level six warriors, the Chief was a level 7 Warrior. The Chief and Captain Zale also possessed extremely formidable Divine Energy. Yet they could only fight to a draw?

Aaron drew a few plans on the ground, saying: "Tomorrow, everyone should go out to interact with the people of the Golden Lion tribe. Try going up to the arena for a friendly spar afterward. Try to see whether your Divine Energy causes much physical impact on their bodies or not."

"If they want to practice martial arts, they must temper their bodies first. Look at the injuries on the back of my hands along with my knuckles. These are not injuries caused during direct collisions. They are injuries sustained when I struck Leon’s body. His body is extremely solid. His skin is also thick yet still maintains its elasticity."

"If we can learn their body-tempering methods, then we can confidently walk on this land of the Eastern Continent. Above Martial Artists are Martial Masters, Martial Saints, Martial Gods. Once we clash with them, it is not even certain whether we can still breathe."

Everyone nodded solemnly. Draven said: "Alright, the food is cooked, hurry up, eat. We will talk about anything else after eating."

While the Crimson warriors were discussing matters, the communal dining courtyard of the Golden Lion tribe was also discussing this matter. That lively atmosphere transmitted into the stone house of Shen along with his husband. Shen received the bowl of flour porridge his mate handed over, listening to the discussion sounds outside. Shen pondered for a long time, only then speaking to his beastman:

"Go over to that Sub-Beast’s place tomorrow. I lost the fight against him. From now on, you are no longer my mate."

The beastman froze, then sneered, saying: "You still want to get rid of me? You are willing to give me away, but are they willing to accept?! Do not forget the reason why you two fought. Do you think they need a beastman passed from hand to hand like me?!"

The beastman threw down the food bowl in his hand, walking out angrily. That night, for the first time since they paired up, the two of them slept in separate beds.

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