Chapter 2679 The Matter of Two Slaps
Looking at Huo Ming, who was staring wide-eyed and full of anger, Qi Wu responded with a very strange expression.
"Who says you can't put a mask on a fire spirit chicken?"
"you………"
Upon hearing this, Huo Ming was so angry that he almost fainted, but for a moment he couldn't find any words to refute the other party.
That's right, there's no explicit rule against giving Fire Spirit Chickens masks, but the question is, what kind of idiot would do something like that?
This person actually made a custom mask for a chicken. Is he really so bored that he's out of his mind?
Instead of wasting time and energy like this, it would be more practical to simply cultivate a couple of plots of land.
At this moment, a strong premonition suddenly surged in Huo Ming's heart—this tribe called Yanwu was probably going to play some tricks again.
Since the banquet last night, he has developed a deep sense of dread towards Qi Wu and the entire Yan Wu tribe.
Because this group of people always comes up with all sorts of strange and bizarre ideas to mess with others, making it impossible for them to defend themselves.
The banquet could have been held smoothly, but it was ruined by the interference of the Yanwu tribe.
Not only did it fail to bring him any honor, it also made him lose all face.
The table, which was originally laden with delicious food, was now deserted; people only managed a few bites before putting down their chopsticks.
Those exquisite and delicious dishes seemed to have become abandoned waste, sitting there all alone, and in the end, they could only be discarded casually like garbage.
At this moment, Huo Ming felt a sense of fear as he faced the people of Qi Wu and Yan Wu tribes.
He knew all too well that these people's methods were extremely despicable and vile, and that they were truly difficult to deal with.
Therefore, when he saw Qi Wu take out the masked Fire Spirit Chicken King, an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.
He scrutinized the mysterious Fire Spirit Chicken King with a suspicious gaze, examining it carefully from top to bottom.
After this meticulous observation, some clues were indeed discovered—it turned out that the Fire Spirit Chicken King displayed by the Yanwu tribe was actually a genuine hen.
Huo Ming's brows furrowed instantly, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.
He simply couldn't understand what tricks the Yanwu tribe was trying to pull.
How could anyone bring a hen to participate in the Fire Spirit Chicken Championship?
This is absolutely absurd and illogical.
Everyone knows that hens are completely defenseless.
If it dares to step onto the stage to compete, it will surely be utterly defeated and suffer a humiliating defeat within a few rounds.
But something seems a little off... Yes, it's that indescribable sense of unease that makes Huo Ming feel very strange.
After all, with Qi Wu's intelligence and experience, he would never make such a basic mistake.
Therefore, there must be some unknown secret or special reason hidden in this.
Perhaps this seemingly ordinary hen actually possesses extraordinary skills or abilities?
Otherwise, why would Qiwu be so confident in bringing it to the competition?
However, despite Huo Ming's careful examination of the hen from top to bottom and left to right for a long time, he still could not find anything unusual.
Its appearance and physical characteristics are no different from other common hens, and can even be said to be exactly the same.
Moreover, if a comparison must be made, this hen is clearly slightly smaller than the roosters.
With such a huge difference in size, the outcome seemed obvious – this was simply a duel with a vast disparity in strength.
Faced with this situation, Huo Ming was completely baffled. What exactly was Qi Wu thinking?
Why would he choose such an unremarkable hen as his representative to challenge his opponent?
Could there really be some hidden secret here?
But time was of the essence, and Huo Ming could not afford to think any further, because just then, a very faint and somewhat hoarse rooster crowed from the direction where Qi Wu was located...
The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, containing endless pleas for mercy, deep fear, and undisguised cowardice.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound, only to see that Qi Wu had somehow acquired a Fire Spirit Chicken King wearing a mask.
"Ok?"
Huo Ming looked utterly astonished, his mouth agape so wide it could almost fit an egg.
He stared wide-eyed at the scene before him, wondering to himself what was going on.
There was clearly a lively old hen on the stage, so why was Qi Wu still tightly holding onto another masked Fire Spirit Chicken King?
Could it be that... the Fire Spirit Chicken King of your Yanwu tribe particularly enjoys the feeling of being kneaded and played with?
As time ticked by, Qi Wu's behavior became increasingly bizarre and strange, and Huo Ming's heart grew more and more uneasy.
You see, he knew Qi Wu quite well—this guy was always cunning and full of tricks, and his actions now must be hiding something.
They might be plotting some wicked scheme!
Sure enough, at that moment, something unexpected happened.
When Qi Wu firmly grasped the neck of the Fire Spirit Chicken King, the old hen, who had been standing leisurely on the platform, suddenly seemed to realize something. Her eyes widened, her whole body trembled, and her face showed an extremely angry expression.
Clearly, this poor hen, seeing that her husband's life was now completely in Qi Wu's hands, had only one path left to take...
Suddenly, the hen's gaze toward the Fire Spirit Chicken King opposite her turned hostile.
Although they had no grudge against each other, the murderous intent in their eyes was completely undisguised.
There's no other way. My husband's life is in someone's hands. For his safety, I have no choice but to ask you to do this.
With a loud crow, the hen immediately charged at its opponent.
At first, the Fire Spirit Chicken King of the Fire Spirit Tribe looked disdainful.
There's an inherent difference in strength between them and a hen; they're simply not on the same level.
It wasn't that it hadn't bullied the female Fire Spirit Chicken before; it was something it could easily handle.
The female fire pheasants were no match for it.
And this hen right now, in its view, is the same; there's absolutely nothing to worry about.
They didn't take it seriously at all.
But when the two sides actually clashed, their chicken feet collided violently.
The Fire Spirit Chicken King of the Fire Spirit Tribe was kicked away.
"How is that possible...?"
The firecracker on the stage stared wide-eyed. Was this hen really that fierce?
It shouldn't be.
