Chapter 18

As Biefeng was about to stand up, Shi Hao flew over like a young eagle and then landed a foot on his chest, his eyes shining as he looked down at him.

With a "boom," the mountain trembled slightly, and the powerful young Biefeng was once again lying on his back, unable to get up. No one doubted the strength of Little Point's feet.

The people of Bie Village were shocked. Biefeng, a talented youth who was revered by the clan, had been defeated, and by a child no less.

Many people from Bie Village drew their bows and were about to shoot Shi Hao to rescue Biefeng.

Shi Feijiao and others were furious and also drew their large bows, ready to engage in a melee.

With a "whoosh," Shi Hao grabbed Biefeng by the collar, lifted him up, and used him as a shield in front of himself, facing the people of Bie Village.

Biefeng was enraged. Usually calm and composed, he could no longer control himself. Today was a great humiliation, being caught by such a young child, which was more painful than being killed. He struggled fiercely, his fist aiming at Little Point.

Although Shi Hao lacked combat experience, he was quick and agile. His other hand emitted a clear light, and the symbols rotated, striking Biefeng's chest with a "slap," causing him to shudder and blood to gush from his mouth, his fist losing its strength.

Little Point did not stop. He quickly leaped up, carrying Biefeng, who was taller than him, and rushed towards Shi Linhu and the others.

Biefeng, with his slender build, was dragged along the ground, his body scraping against thorns and rocks, his hair disheveled. Compared to the handsome and cold youth he once was, the difference was stark, and he looked utterly wretched.

From a distance of about eight or nine meters, Little Point suddenly threw Biefeng, who landed with a "thud" in front of Shi Linhu and the others. He rolled a few times, spat out more blood, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"Brat, you're so vicious, show off some more!" Shi Feijiao, without hesitation, took a large step and stomped on Biefeng's chest with a "crack," breaking four or five of his ribs.

Their strength was similar, but Biefeng, now a prisoner, could not resist. His chest bones could not withstand the force of the foot, and he sweated profusely, groaning in pain.

"Little Point, you're too kind. You had several chances to seriously injure him, but you missed them. After capturing him, you were too lenient, which is dangerous for yourself," Shi Linhu said, educating him.

"Ah!" Little Point was embarrassed, a stark contrast to his previous fierce demeanor. This was his first time fighting so desperately, mainly because he saw several uncles from his clan almost being killed, and the other side was so unreasonable, which made him anxious and rush into battle.

"Hey, friends from Shi Village, show mercy, let's talk this out. If such a promising young talent is killed, it would be a huge loss for our clan," the people of Bie Village said, anxious.

"Talk it out? When you robbed our hard-earned prey, ambushed our people, and shot arrows without mercy, did you think about this?!" Shi Linhu said angrily.

"Bang!"

On the other side, Shi Feijiao stomped again, and Biefeng's arm bone snapped with a "crack," causing his face to contort, but he remained silent.

"Stop, stop, it's all our fault. Can we apologize and make amends?" a middle-aged man from Bie Village shouted, very anxious.

The leader of their hunting team also yelled, demanding negotiations. He was over two meters tall, imposing, but he was no longer as aggressive and domineering as before.

"Talk your ass off, forget it. We've been holding in our anger for days. How can we let this go with just a few words?" the father of Er Meng said angrily.

"Boom"

His large hand swung down, slapping Biefeng's face, causing it to split open, and he flew several meters away.

"Brat, you still dare to glare at me? My brothers were almost killed by your arrows, which pierced their organs. Where's your arrogance now? Show it again!"

"Bang"

When Biefeng rolled to Shi Linhu's feet, he kicked him out with a force of thousands of pounds, enough to kill a fierce beast. Biefeng, despite his strength, broke more bones, his mouth twitching, blood and sweat mingling.

Not long ago, he was proud and domineering, but now he was a prisoner, disheveled and covered in blood, silent, the contrast was stark.

"Bang"

The people of Shi Village hated his previous arrogance, which made them grind their teeth in anger. They all stepped forward, each giving him a kick or a punch. Living in the Great Wasteland, everyone was physically strong, and after a few rounds, Biefeng was almost dismembered, his bones broken in many places, and he lay there, limp.

"Stop!"

The people of Bie Village were anxious, drawing their large bows, ready to rescue Biefeng. If this continued, Biefeng would be crippled or worse, and they couldn't expect a genius to rise again.

"Everyone, stop, step aside, we're not done yet. Wait until we calm down before we talk," Shi Feijiao said.

The people of Shi Village, one by one, kicked and punched Biefeng, and in a short time, he was almost unrecognizable, his face bruised and swollen, his bones broken, looking very pitiful, with no trace of his former coldness.

At this moment, a group of children also rushed forward, especially Pi Hou, who kicked him hard, saying, "You almost killed my dad. How arrogant you were, but you were still captured by Little Point!"

"Our Little Point is only three and a half years old, and you're in your teens. You can't even beat him, what's there to be arrogant about?" the children said, beating and mocking him.

At this time, a group of people surrounded Shi Hao, praising him without reserve. Even the people of Shi Village did not expect him to be so strong, capturing a terrifying young talent who could match Shi Linhu.

"Friends from Shi Village, have you had enough? Let's talk now," the people of Bie Village said anxiously. If this continued, the genius would be crippled, no different from a dead dog.

"Let's talk then!" Shi Linhu sat on Biefeng, using him as a stool, which made the people of Bie Village's hearts ache. Such a strong man, almost two and a half meters tall, would make even a bull collapse under his weight.

But they had to bow to the inevitable and speak politely, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

"We are all friends in the Great Wasteland. Even if there are some conflicts, we still see each other often. Please forgive our rashness this time," a man from Bie Village's hunting team, skilled in rhetoric, said.

"Phew, what a load of nonsense. What did you do earlier? Why did you shoot our people?!" Shi Feijiao shouted.

Shi Linhu waved his hand and said, "No nonsense. We don't want to hear it. Speak. How will you compensate us?"

"Um..." The people of Bie Village frowned. The leader of the hunting team said, "We will apologize and give you all our prey. How about that?"

The father of Er Meng rolled his eyes and said, "These prey were originally ours. You injured so many of our people. Just an apology won't do."

"Then how about this? We will withdraw from this mountain forest and never cross the boundary again. We will give you our hunting area. How about that?" the people of Bie Village said.

"Bullshit, these are all ours. You've been talking for so long without any sincerity!" a short-tempered person from Shi Village shouted.

Shi Linhu waved his hand and said, "I don't want to talk to you anymore. We can release this brat, but in addition to the conditions mentioned, you must leave all your weapons behind. Then we will let him go, and you must never appear in our territory again."

"What, no way!" the people of Bie Village shouted. For them, weapons were their second life. Living in the mountains, how could they survive without these weapons?

After all, metal mines were scarce here, and it was difficult to mine them. Having a suitable weapon was not easy and required a long time of forging and polishing.

"Then there's nothing to talk about. Bring this brat's head to the people of Bie Village," Shi Linhu roared.

"Sure thing!" a young man shouted, lifting a broadsword to strike Biefeng.

"No, we agree!" a major figure from Bie Village shouted, stopping them.

The faces of the other people from Bie Village were grim. Someone said, "Do we really have to hand over so many weapons?"

"Without weapons, we can forge them again, though it will take time, but there's still hope. But if a person is gone, they can never come back. Biefeng has extraordinary talent, rare even in the Great Wasteland, and he can protect our clan in the future."

The people of Bie Village compromised. Stacks of iron arrows were brought over, along with dragon-horned large bows and sharp broadswords. Their hearts were bleeding.

Originally, there would have been a bloody battle, but Little Point's sudden appearance and his confrontation with the terrifying genius Biefeng changed the situation, avoiding a bloodbath. Otherwise, many would have died.

The group returned to Shi Village with a full load.

In the following days, Shi Village was peaceful, but deep in the mountains, there were frequent roars, shaking the mountains and rolling boulders.

"Clan leader, the terrifying suanni deep in the mountains is likely to die soon. It has been roaring and struggling recently."

Someone reported this to Shi Yunfeng.

"That's a true ancient species, a major figure in the deep mountains. If we can obtain its body, extract its true blood, and copy the primitive treasure symbols on its bones, it would be like opening a shocking treasure trove!"