Chapter 6, Martial Arts

This child, being a sub-human who cannot transform into a beast, is already unfortunate, but his health is also extremely poor. Even without being pressed against Chang'an's chest, the man can feel the child's heart racing violently, causing his entire body to tremble slightly. Indeed, although the child's smile has not yet faded from his face, he soon begins to cough as if he cannot catch his breath.

The middle-aged man picked up the blade that had fallen on the ground, held it in his hand, and glanced at Chang'an: "Do you like blades?"

He doesn't like any of them! However, although Hua Yi is kind-hearted, he is not truly foolish. He knows that once these words are spoken, several people present will definitely be offended. He suddenly displayed a bit of quick wit, lowered his head, and simply pretended to be foolish, saying: "I like all of them, but I am not a great beauty, so others don't like me anyway"

Chang'an immediately felt less anxious; he quickly realized that this outsider, like himself, had also sneaked into a place where he should not be, both equally out of place. The middle-aged man set down his backpack filled with herbs, walked over, and scrutinized Chang'an closely, then curiously glanced at the knife in his hand, asking in a puzzled tone: "How old are you? Why are you here alone? Who taught you to play with this?"

The Snow Wolf Leader thought: "One after another, they are all just like their pathetic leader, only capable of showing off in their own little world, and they dare to bring all of this into the real world, bah!"

This is the insight he gained after observing for a long time. When a humanoid is attacking, the most critical movements usually focus on these three positions

He knows that he is always not favored by his father, that he is not clever, and that his second brother is the true son of his father—yet for many matters, although Huayi does not speak of it, he is actually well aware in his heart

Moreover, the daughter of the vulture leader is quite fortunate, as she resembles her mother, and that old lecher's wives are all stunning beauties

Oh? The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and asked, "Is it possible to remember just by looking with the eyes, without anyone guiding?"

Hua Yi said in a dazed manner: "Alright, it looks good"

Chang'an looked at him in surprise, somewhat puzzled, having seen it, why could he not remember it?

Upon hearing these words, everyone present, including the leader of the vultures, began to laugh.

Oh? The Snow Wolf Leader asked, "Then if it were Aque and Azh, which one would you prefer?"

The middle-aged person could see clearly that this little fellow cleverly stomped his foot heavily on the ground, allowing the force to travel from his feet to his waist. In the moment of turning sideways, he mobilized his entire body to deliver the strike—although in the eyes of the adult orc, this amount of strength was still almost negligible, it was already the greatest power that such a small child could exert.

Hua Yi rarely had the opportunity to go out with his father, and he was extremely excited, frequently greeting the people around him, until he was sternly glared at by his father, after which he quietly restrained himself

The implied meaning of this sentence is very clear, the musicians have all ceased playing, and everyone around seems to be deep in thought. The leader of the bald eagles pinched the sparse few hairs on his chin, gazing at Hua Yi with a contemplative expression, while his second brother's face darkened.

Chang'an nodded without a moment's hesitation

This time, the middle-aged man fell silent, his gaze fixed intently on Chang'an

The Snow Wolf Leader rolled his eyes at the sky, thinking to himself: what a disgrace.

The Snow Wolf Chief glanced at his big, foolish son and suddenly asked, "Hua Yi, do you think A Zhi is good-looking?"

Hua Yi was momentarily taken aback and turned to glance at his father

The gaze of the vulture leader lingered for a moment on the silver pattern on Huayi's hand, revealing a hint of contemplation, and then he smiled and said: "A half-grown kid like you sitting with us old folks must be quite bored. A Zhi, why don't you take your fourth brother Huayi around the tribe for a stroll"

The little ghost stood outside for a moment, then retreated to a distance. He wiped the sweat trickling from his forehead, took a deep breath, and once again ran up, raised his knife, turned sideways, and delivered the strike.

Chang'an stood on tiptoe, taking the blade with both hands, mimicking the appearance of a middle-aged man. He stepped back with his right foot and leaned slightly forward. However, he did not strike down directly like the middle-aged man; he knew he did not possess such strength. Chang'an lightly tapped the ground with his toes, utilizing the momentum from his run, then lowered his shoulders, raised the knife, and used the strength of his waist to send the sharp blade forward

Yet he only saw Chang'an without raising his head, and took a few steps back, adjusting his posture once again. At this moment, his timing in striking was much more precise than the last time. The instant he extended the tip of the knife, he slightly leaned to the side, effectively compensating for the lack of strength in his wrist.

The two brothers first praised each other's sons, and then quietly observed one another.

The Snow Wolf Leader scolded: "If you want to go, then go. What do you want to see me do? Do you have to ask your father about everything? Do you still want to be breastfed?"

As Hua Yi spoke, he happened to see Aque from their tribe sitting in the corner, glaring at him in anger. Aque was the most beautiful girl in the Snow Wolf tribe and also the chief's favored musician. At that moment, she was present, and the remaining half of Hua Yi's sentence got stuck in his throat. He felt that saying such words in front of Aque was rather inappropriate, so he quickly changed his words: "She is the most beautiful... just like the most beautiful Aque."

The leader of the vultures thought: "With just over a hundred people, if they dare to cause trouble, we will kill them right here. The snow wolves are a pack without a leader; can they still stir up any trouble?"

This is a technique that you would only use when facing a colossal beast that is many times larger than yourself. The middle-aged man smiled faintly, placing his palm on Chang'an's head, "Do you see clearly? If you are even a moment too slow, all avenues of attack will be sealed off by the opponent. With just a lift of his paw, he can crush you. Therefore, you only have this fleeting opportunity; you must be fast enough to sever his throat before his minions descend. Aside from that, there are no follow-up moves.

Then the two of them sweetly exchanged smiles and walked into the tent with their arms around each other's shoulders

Hua Yi, with a furrowed brow, pondered for a moment and stammered, "It is the most beautiful I have ever seen..."

The Vulture Tribe has done quite well on the surface, and Hua Yi feels a sense of being at home here

The children in the tribe have been warned by their fathers from a young age not to venture up Yufeng Mountain, as it is said that the mountain path is extremely perilous. In some areas, there are poisonous insects and carnivorous plants, while other areas are covered in snow. The mountain is also home to many formidable monsters, which even the bravest orc hunters and warriors dare not provoke

This question is too complex for a six-year-old child. Chang'an looked bewildered and was at a loss for words. After a while, a spark of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he recalled a saying from someone—"Only by wielding a knife can one survive." However, before he could convey this answer, which he had just thought of with great effort, the middle-aged man had already made another move.

Then the vulture leader strode over, and the two leaders embraced each other warmly, patting each other's shoulders, each forcing out a cordial smile as if they were long-lost brothers.

That night, the Vulture Tribe held a bonfire party to welcome the guests who had come from afar

The middle-aged man sighed, gently wiping the sweat from Chang'an's forehead, as if he felt more regret than anyone else: "Child, you are not destined for this."

Um... it seems incorrect

The middle-aged man saw his expression of confusion and laughed. In the next moment, he suddenly thrust the blade in his hand forward. That ordinary, even somewhat rusty old blade was unexpectedly thrust out at a strange angle with great speed, as if it had sliced the oncoming wind in two. The fierce blade wind swept past the temples of Chang'an, and he heard a sharp whistling, yet could not see where the blade's edge was.

Then he must be quite remarkable, quite remarkable indeed

When the middle-aged man saw it, he shook his head and was about to say something

Continuing on, Chang'an felt a warmth in his nose, and two drops of blood trickled down, landing on his clothes. Chang'an was not surprised; he skillfully tilted his head back and wiped away the bloodstains beneath his nose with the back of his hand—he was prone to nosebleeds when tired, which was nothing new, and he had long since become accustomed to it

The Snow Wolf Leader did not let him off easily and jokingly asked, "What do you think is a good perspective?"

What options are there? A big fool is just a big fool, and it takes longer for him to understand than others. At fourteen, Huayi, not knowing what to do with the light beauty, would undoubtedly choose the sizzling barbecue over it.

The middle-aged man took a step forward, grasped Chang'an's arm, and then reached out to feel the flesh and bones on his body. He was momentarily taken aback, then carefully observed Chang'an's complexion, suddenly revealing a look of disappointment.

The middle-aged person asked again: "What do you like about it?"

Chang'an stood there holding his tattered blade, wondering if this person lived on Yufeng Mountain

Then, with a "buzz," a subtle tremor resonated through the air, causing Chang'an to lurch forward three or four steps with the knife in hand before barely stabilizing. The child's eyes sparkled brightly, revealing a smile full of childlike innocence.

The eyes of Chang'an suddenly brightened, yet the gaze remained fixed, unblinking, on the shoulders, waist, and wrists of the middle-aged man

Hua Yi silently stuffed a piece of roasted meat into his mouth, feeling quite troubled in his heart—not because his father had embarrassed him with a question in front of others, but because he vaguely sensed that there was more to his father's words than met the eye

Chang'an often ran around alone in the tribe. Although the adults of the Vulture Tribe looked down on philosophical sayings, they found it unnecessary to argue with a child and instead felt a bit sorry for him, treating him kindly. Over time, Chang'an became unafraid of people, whether familiar or unfamiliar, and thus boldly replied like a young calf unafraid of tigers: "No one taught me; I learned by watching myself."

Hua Yi did not expect to be publicly stumped by such a question, and immediately broke into a cold sweat. He stammered for a long time but could not articulate a coherent response. He thought to himself that he did not even know this A Zhi, and had hardly exchanged a few words with A Que from his own tribe, so how could he possibly talk about liking or disliking anyone?

With such a physique, no matter how clever he is, what can he achieve? Just look at him; as a congenital underdog, it is already quite a feat for him to grow up steadily. What right does he have to wield a knife? If this continues, even when he reaches adulthood, managing to lift a thirty-pound thin blade would be a significant challenge, and it would place immense strain on his wrists. Over time, his bones would suffer damage, not to mention a hundred-pound saber.

The little daughter of the vulture chief, A Zhi, performed a dance in public. Girls are not allowed to transform into beasts, cannot hunt, and very few are capable of doing rough work or crafts like the sub-beasts. The only way for them to survive is to marry a beastman and find a dependency. Therefore, beauty and decent cooking and sewing skills are their only useful talents. However, this also depends on whose daughter she is. If she is from the chief's family, even if she is ugly and has no skills, there will still be someone willing to take her home and keep her in the tent. Thus, beauty and decent cooking and sewing skills are their only useful talents. However, this also depends on whose daughter she is. If she is from the chief's family, even if she is ugly and has no skills, there will still be someone willing to take her home and keep her in the tent

This is exactly what it means to send him away... Huayi reluctantly put down the barbecue tongs, knowing that if he dared to refuse, it would be tantamount to slapping his father's and the bald eagle chief's faces. His father would definitely make him regret it. So he let out an "oh," maintaining his usual expressionless face, and absentmindedly followed Azhong, still thinking about the half piece of barbecue he hadn't finished.

The middle-aged man finally believed Chang'an's words; even if he secretly crouched in the grass to observe, he could remember the techniques practiced by others clearly.

He is simply ... ! ... born to be a weapon of this kind !

Chang'an did not understand what he was saying, looking at the regretful middle-aged man with a puzzled expression. The middle-aged man silently stood up, shouldered his herbal basket again, and wordlessly turned to walk up Yufeng Mountain.