From a distance, the cluster of yurts seemed to still be emitting wisps of cooking smoke.
They must be preparing meals too.
Inside the yurts, Zhang Tian also saw many figures moving about.
Outside, there was a giant yurt, which Zhang Tian guessed was for storing livestock, as livestock were the food and livelihood of the Tibetan people.
"So many old-style houses, I've never seen them before. Fatty must go in and sit for a while."
As Fatty spoke, he quickened his horse's pace.
Zhang Tian had also never been inside a yurt, but he wasn't particularly interested.
The inside would likely be a very small space.
Soon, their horses arrived in front of the yurts.
Behind the yurts were small hills, with many buildings on them, likely a village. These yurts were probably placed below.
Zhang Tian estimated they were specifically for storing livestock and guarding visitors.
As Zhang Tian and the others approached.
A plump, furry monster rushed out from a yurt.
With a snake-like head, it charged at Zhang Tian's group as if driven mad.
"Damn, what is that?"
"It's a Tibetan Mastiff."
Upon seeing the approaching dog, Shirley Yang exclaimed.
As the Tibetan Mastiff got closer, Fatty also reacted and immediately stood in front of everyone.
"A mere toy dog, how dare you be so fierce."
Fatty cursed, and with a swift movement of his hand, he struck the Tibetan Mastiff. Almost instantly, the dog felt its body lighten as Fatty, with one hand, flipped it onto the ground.
The Tibetan Mastiff's head reeled.
It lay on the ground, motionless.
"My heavens, what are you doing? Why would you harm my pet?"
After the Tibetan Mastiff was subdued by Fatty, a figure hurried over from not far away.
His face showed a hint of panic, and his voice sounded somewhat incredulous.
"It charged at us to bite first. If you can't control your dog, then you're coming out to bite people indiscriminately. If the dog doesn't listen to you, Fatty will have to manage you."
Fatty spoke in broken Tibetan.
The man who ran out's expression immediately turned grim.
He hadn't expected Fatty to be so sharp-tongued.
How could he compare himself to a dog?
"I apologize, my friend speaks a bit too directly, please forgive him. We are passing through and happened upon your village. May we rest here for a moment?"
Zhang Tian said with a faint smile.
The young man glanced at Zhang Tian, then at Fatty.
"People like you are not welcome in our village."
The man said, making a gesture as if to drive them away.
Zhang Tian remained silent, looking at Fatty instead.
Fatty instantly understood.
"You refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit? It's your good fortune to have Fatty visit."
"Fortune has arrived, but you don't greet it. You'll perish sooner or later."
Fatty said, picking at his nose, looking incredibly obnoxious.
"You just wait."
The man clearly didn't dare to confront Fatty. He uttered a threat and then rushed back inside.
He was obviously going to call for reinforcements.
It was clear that this fellow was not one to back down.
The Tibetan Mastiff's charge was likely intentional, a way to test Zhang Tian and his companions.
However, he hadn't anticipated that the Tibetan Mastiff would not only fail but would also be knocked unconscious by Fatty's palm.
Now, he naturally wanted to regain his lost face.
"Boss, this guy still isn't convinced. Let's see Fatty's skills."
Fatty clenched his fists and said.
Wang Banyue wanted to speak but was stopped by Wu Tianzhen.
Soon, a group of tall men, led by the young man, rushed out.
Tibetan men were very tall and generally much larger than average.
As this group of men emerged, it felt as if the sky had been obscured.
Fatty looked up at the approaching figures.
His mouth twitched.
"Does it have to be so exaggerated?"
Fatty muttered, but he showed no fear, instead appearing quite excited.
"Are you the ones bullying our people?"
The leader of the group spoke with a hint of anger.
"It's me."
Fatty immediately stepped forward.
While he might be a bit cowardly in tombs, in front of outsiders, Fatty would never back down!
"Hmph! We, the Jila family, are not pushovers to be trifled with. Come, let's duel."
The leading man spoke.
They looked at Zhang Tian and his companions, as Zhang Tian's group was small, and they would be at a disadvantage in a brawl.
Therefore, for the sake of his honor as a man, he decided to duel Fatty.
"If you lose, you will apologize to our people and leave our village. If I lose, you may come and go as you please."
The man said.
His face was filled with immense confidence.
In his eyes, this fight was already won before it even began.
He believed they were on different levels in terms of height, build, and strength.
"Alright!"
Fatty rubbed his hands together.
He stood his ground, like a fierce warrior.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Around them, a group of young men surrounded Fatty and the man he was about to duel.
They formed a circle, creating a simple dueling arena.
"Jila Moerhan is the strongest person in our village. This fatty will probably be defeated in one move."
"Even if not one move, perhaps just his glare, this fellow won't be able to withstand it."
"Hahaha, I can already see these arrogant people being suppressed by us."
"Make them leave the village!"
"Yes, Moerhan, go!"
The crowd cheered, making "woo woo" sounds.
They were clearly cheering him on.
"These people are quite spirited."
"Compared to the people in Beili, there's a big difference."
Shirley Yang commented.
Zhang Qilin stood in a corner, silently observing the unfolding events.
Since losing his memory, he had reverted to his old ways, preferring to stay in the shadows.
Zhang Tian nodded.
"Their food and living conditions are much better than in Beili, so their physique and appearance are naturally much better."
Zhang Tian said.
In this era, people starved to death everywhere.
But here, if there were no unexpected incidents, and the village worked together, everyone could live quite well.
Even comparable to the city of Beili.
"So exciting, Brother Kaixuan, go for it!"
Wang Banyue cheered from the sidelines.
Fatty stood in the center.
A gust of wind blew, and a smile spread across Fatty's face.
Fatty slowly extended one hand.
His fingers moved slowly.
Fatty held out one finger.
"Come at me."
As Fatty shouted, Moerhan seemed to take offense.
He assumed a stance, his body like a young bull, and charged forward.
The scene was indeed quite imposing.
A man nearly 1.9 meters tall, hunched over, charging forward – the visual experience was truly extraordinary.
Fatty, however, stood calmly in place, not taking a single step.
He completely stunned the onlookers.
"Is this guy suicidal?"
"Damn, if Moerhan hits him, he'll break several bones."
"This guy is definitely a reckless fool, not even dodging this."
The crowd was murmuring, and the next moment, their eyes widened.
Their mouths hung open. The scene before them was so unbelievable they couldn't process it.
Fatty had blocked Moerhan's charge with one hand!