390: Chapter 389 Subdued

The entire scene fell into silence instantly.

Only Lie Shan remained on the field, coughing up blood continuously.

No one could have imagined that the leader of the Orc Race would be so easily defeated in his most proficient field.

His massive tiger head was distorted and deformed due to the worsening injuries, but his eyes revealed an expression of relief.

When he looked at Chu Xuan again, his gaze held a bit more respect.

A flash of surprise crossed Chu Xuan's eyes.

He had originally thought that Lie Shan would be defeated after holding on for at most two punches, but he hadn't expected him to forcibly take a third punch.

This had exceeded his expectations.

In fact, in this contest of strength, Lie Shan was destined to lose from the very beginning.

This was because Chu Xuan had long since glimpsed several of Lie Shan's basic attributes through the Eye of Insight.

Although his strength was formidable and had been converted into real attribute, reaching as high as 16 points, it also carried a concussive force.

If one were to purely compare fist strength, Lie Shan was slightly stronger than Jin Chao of the Five Qi Guiyuan Sect, who had just been beheaded by Chu Xuan not long ago after unleashing his Divine Ability and greatly increasing his power.

Unfortunately, he was still no match for Chu Xuan.

Especially since both sides were heavily injured, but Chu Xuan possessed the [Unyielding] trait, so his combat power was completely unaffected.

In contrast, Lie Shan only reached his full strength on the first punch, and the subsequent two punches grew weaker one after the other; he was fundamentally unable to exert his Peak combat power.

His physical state was even worse, with almost no defensive capability; that he could barely hold on until now could only be attributed to his tenacious willpower.

At this moment, after gasping for breath on the ground for over ten seconds, Lie Shan struggled to stand up and bowed deeply to Chu Xuan: "Respected Benefactor, you have subdued me with absolute strength. I will keep my promise, and also... cough, cough..."

Lie Shan coughed up another mouthful of blood, and after catching his breath, continued: "In addition, I have decided to offer you all the barbarian soul fruit obtained this time, regardless of the quantity, to express my apologies for my earlier rude challenge to you."

As soon as these words were spoken, the remaining Orcs on the scene all changed their expressions. In particular, the leopard-headed man could not help but exclaim in shock: "Clan Chief, are you really going to do this? The barbarian soul fruit is the most important foundation for us Orcs! If we could keep a few more barbarian soul fruit, we could nurture a few more powerful warriors in the future, and we would have more room to survive in this mountain forest!"

"Especially since our clan has suffered heavy casualties this time, it is highly likely that a Holy Fruit will form. If you consume it, perhaps you could break through your shackles and become stronger! How can you so easily promise to give it to someone else?"

"Say no more!" Lie Shan waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "This is the price I should pay for failing the challenge. Only by doing this can we show the respect we owe a strong person. As for the Holy Fruit... even if it really forms, it would just be a waste for me; it's useless."

"Lie Shan..." Just then, a frail, elderly fox-person walked out from among the Orcs. He leaned on a cane as he arrived before Lie Shan, his eyes filled with turbid tears: "My most respected Clan Chief, you are the most talented Orc I have ever seen, not inferior to those Geniuses I met on the Ancestral Star when I was young. It is this absolute wasteland that has constrained your growth; otherwise, you might not have been defeated..."

The fox-person stumbled, his elderly body nearly falling, and Lie Shan hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Lie Shan, if you could eat another Holy Fruit, it is possible to break through your shackles..." The fox-person gripped Lie Shan's thick arm tightly.

Lie Shan sighed: "Grand Elder, you are the wisest elder in the clan and have personally experienced the era when the Orcs on the Ancestral Star were prosperous. Do you still not understand my thoughts? If we want to keep the treasure tree, we must pay the corresponding price. No matter how good the Holy Fruit is, we must be willing to part with it!"

Taking a deep breath, a smile appeared on Lie Shan's face: "I lost, so I lost. There is no need to find any excuses for myself. I have made my final effort and will have no more regrets. Besides, offering the most precious treasure to a benefactor is not a disgraceful thing, is it?"

"Lie Shan, of course I understand your thoughts, but... sigh!!" The fox-person sighed heavily and said nothing more.

At this moment, Lie Shan suddenly sneered and looked at Moruo, whose eyes were still rolling around not far away, and said coldly: "Cunning Moruo, the barbarian soul treasure tree belongs to us Orcs, and we have already made a promise to the respected Benefactor and received his consent that we can use barbarian soul fruit as a substitute. So, what will you use as your gift for acknowledging a master?"

"This... this..." Cold sweat streamed down Moruo's wrinkled forehead, and he subconsciously glanced at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan stood with his arms crossed, just quietly watching this scene.

At this time, Lie Shan snorted coldly again: "Moruo, don't forget, you said yourself just now that only the barbarian soul treasure tree is worthy of being a gift for acknowledging a master. This means you must bring out an equivalent gift, otherwise it is deceiving the Benefactor, and you deserve to die!"

"I..." Cold sweat poured down Moruo's face.

Suddenly, he caught sight of the large bow in Chu Xuan's hand that was emitting a gleaming white light, and his gaze quickly turned to the giant hammer in the long-haired dwarf's hand that was flowing with golden light.

A smile suddenly bloomed on Moruo's tense face, and his tense nerves seemed to relax as well.

Sensing Moruo's gaze, the long-haired dwarf's expression tightened, and he subconsciously carried the giant hammer behind his back.

"Oh, I understand." Lie Shan also laughed: "That's right, only the Sacred Hammer of your tribe can barely compare to the treasure tree."

"Lie Shan, don't talk nonsense..." The long-haired dwarf Yilan became anxious.

However, before Yilan could finish speaking, Moruo suddenly laughed: "Hehe! Lie Shan, you are right, I do indeed have the intention of offering the Sacred Hammer."

"You bastard Moruo, do you know what you are saying?" Yilan was furious.

"Clan Chief Yilan, please don't be angry first..." Moruo hurriedly waved his hand at Yilan, then quickly said to Chu Xuan: "Master, our Dwarf Race's Sacred Hammer can only exert its maximum value in the hands of a Great Master craftsman; I am afraid it is difficult for you to use it while holding it. And the [Light Judgment] in your hand is a weapon the Clan Chief just forged and reinforced for Illya, but... I am afraid you cannot use it, right?"

Chu Xuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the giant bow in his hand, paused, then raised his head and asked in a calm tone: "What are you trying to express?"

Moruo chuckled: "What I mean is, the one who knows this weapon best is not Illya, but our Clan Chief."

He changed the subject, revealing a mysterious smile again: "In addition, our Clan Chief also hid some little 'secrets' in this powerful weapon, which can be modified at any time to forge it into the equipment that best suits your needs!"