bookrandom Chapter 474 Protecting the Son, Defeating the Leader
Chapter 474 Protecting the Son, Defeating the Leader
Ning Yao was taken out of the wooden house alone, and almost no one paid attention to her along the way.
The tribe was full of robust women, and they were naturally interested in men, not in Ning Yao, who was skinny and frail.
Some people kept glancing at Wen Aixiu beside Ning Yao, finding him rather interesting.
They had seen adult men, but rarely underage boys; this was a precious little boy.
Ning Yao noticed that everyone around her was looking at her son, and her vigilance immediately increased. She stretched out her arms to pull her son to her side, standing tall as a protector, not giving these savages a chance to touch her son.
Ning Yao and Wen Aixiu were led into a large house, which was four or five times the size of the other wooden houses. It was spacious and luxurious, with many decorations at the entrance, including flowers and plants that covered the entire wall.
Ning Yao, the designer, glanced at the flowers and plants on the wall. They were haphazard and not exactly beautiful in a chaotic way.
It's like offering incense and flowers at a grave—a mess, with no order or proportion whatsoever.
Directly opposite the door was a tall chair piled with flowers, and sitting on it was a person, whose figure was just like the women who had escorted her and her son there, burly and strong, with muscles that could even be vaguely seen through the rough linen, revealing several lines of grooves.
"You're their leader?" Ning Yao looked up at the woman in the chair, showing no fear and her eyes were calm.
The woman's features were exquisite and striking, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a domineering queen-like face.
"You want to challenge me?" The woman's eyes were arrogant as she glanced disdainfully at Ning Yao, who was standing in the open space below the chair.
She knows a little bit of the Chinese language. She has married several Chinese men and spent a lot of time with them. Through this exposure, she has picked it up and can understand what Ning Yao is saying.
Over the years, she has only given birth to one daughter, and her belly has not conceived again.
She needs to find several useful men so she can get pregnant again and have her own children—the more, the better.
These people barged in on their own; it's fate. None of them will leave; they must become her men.
"Yes, I'm going to challenge you. None of the men I brought in today will stay. We'll leave the same way we came."
"How do we compete? Do you have any rules?" Ning Yao asked, rolling up her sleeves as she spoke.
"The rule is to fight until the opponent has no chance to fight back and gives up voluntarily."
"It's not too late for you to give up now. I won't make things difficult for you, and I'll even let you and your other girlfriend leave."
The woman had a deep, resonant voice; just by listening to her voice, you could tell she had good lung capacity and excellent stamina.
The woman's last sentence was highly provocative, as if she were saying, "Give up. Giving up will save you some face and allow you to escape unscathed."
"No need, come on." Ning Yao moved her wrists, and the bones made a crisp cracking sound.
Wen Aixiu clenched his fists nervously, he was extremely worried.
Judging from the appearance of this female tribal chief, one punch from her could probably shatter a person's bones. Can Mommy withstand it?
Before the official competition, Ning Yao gave her son a reassuring look.
It's nothing. No matter how much force you use, it won't work. What matters in a contest is skill and technique.
The leader stepped down from the chair, each step heavy and powerful. To her, Ning Yao was nothing more than a fly buzzing around.
She didn't want to waste time competing with Ning Yao, but if she didn't accept Ning Yao's challenge, she wouldn't be able to establish her authority in front of her clansmen.
Such a frail woman, if you slap her to death, then all will be quiet.
With that thought, the leader stepped forward and threw a punch that seemed to carry the wind, narrowly missing Ning Yao's face.
Ning Yao was slender and had a flexible waist; her soft strength was unimaginable to someone like the leader who relied on brute force.
The two fought back and forth, one attacking and the other dodging, but neither gained the upper hand.
Ning Yao wasn't tired, but the leader was panting heavily and sweating profusely.
The greater the size, the more effort is required; it's the same principle as power supply.
The more places you use electricity, the more electricity you consume. If you are just a small factory, the same amount of electricity can last for several days.
The leader was furious, but there was nothing she could do about Ning Yao. She was like an elephant that had been fooled, unable to touch the hem of Ning Yao's clothes for a long time.
Ning Yao may appear slender and delicate, but her physical strength is comparable to that of an adult man.
Without such a huge disparity in strength, she could take on four or five men single-handedly while ensuring that she herself is completely unharmed.
There were many people watching the chief and Ning Yao sparring, mostly women from the tribe. They watched and discussed it amongst themselves.
They admire violence and enjoy fighting. Even if they are not fighting over men, they might resort to fists over trivial matters.
They despise opponents like Ning Yao who are impossible to hit. Hiding and dodging is cowardly; it's much more practical to land a punch.
Their tribe claims to be competing to see who is the strongest, but in reality, it's just a competition to see who can withstand the most beatings.
Ning Yao dodged with ease, observing the leader's expression as she did so.
The leader's expression grew increasingly impatient; he was clearly losing patience.
"If you keep dodging like this, how long are we going to fight?" the leader said, panting heavily with exasperation.
“If you can’t continue fighting, you can give up on your own initiative. The rules were set by your tribe, weren’t they?” Ning Yao replied casually.
"Give up? How could I possibly give up?" The leader gritted his teeth and persisted, while speeding up the movements of his arms, hoping to quickly grab Ning Yao, this annoying girl, and smash her to pieces with one punch.
Because she quickened her movements, Ning Yao's clothes were still caught red-handed by the leader as she tried to dodge.
Ning Yao couldn't dodge, so she had to meet the attack head-on. She threw a punch, but the moment it reached the leader's face, it opened into a claw shape.
A slender, white finger poked the leader's eye, causing tears to stream down her face, making it impossible for her to open her eyes...
The chief was furious and stopped speaking the Z language to Ning Yao, instead starting to speak his own tribal language.
Ning Yao guessed that she was probably cursing. Anyone who gets hit in the eye or nose would inevitably start cursing.
From where the leader couldn't see, Ning Yao curled her lips into a cunning smile, laughing freely.
No matter how strong a physique is, the human body has the same vulnerabilities. Ning Yao specifically targeted the leader's neck, knees, and lower abdomen with kicks and punches, combined with acupressure points from traditional Chinese medicine, until the leader could no longer stand and was completely exhausted...
In the end, the leader was so exhausted by Ning Yao that he could no longer move and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
She sat on the ground with her head down, unable to recover for a long time. Her body seemed uninjured, yet she felt pain all over, aches and pains.
"Give up?" The young woman beside me stood ramrod straight, her unique, cool voice suddenly ringing out, tinged with a hint of amusement.