All the Jila people were gaping.
Even Molhan, who had charged like a calf, was stunned. His gaze shifted from shock to disbelief, his mouth widening.
"How is this possible?" Molhan muttered, his eyes filled with incredulity.
The fatty waved his hand slowly.
"Nothing is impossible. If Fatty can lift a cauldron with one hand, why should I fear you, scoundrel?"
As he spoke, the fatty pushed Molhan several meters away with a wave of his hand. He lifted his head, a proud, triumphant look spreading across his face. Pouting his lips and gazing at the sky, the fatty was the most dazzling figure in the entire scene.
All the members of the Jila family rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
"How is this possible? Molhan is the strongest person in our village. This guy just caught him with ease?"
"Absolutely impossible. Molhan can even catch an adult yak with his bare hands. How could this guy catch his attack?"
"Who is this fatty? He's so powerful."
Countless whispers arose from the surroundings.
Perhaps Molhan felt his pride had been wounded. He gritted his teeth, a fierce expression appearing on his face. The muscles in his calves bulged powerfully, his entire body tensing up. Despite Molhan's somewhat plump appearance, he possessed significant muscle mass beneath his skin. Coupled with his agile control of his body, the force of this charge would undoubtedly be much greater than before.
"He's a promising talent," Hu Bayi remarked from the side.
Zhang Tian nodded. "It would be a pity not to train his physique and strength." Zhang Tian said softly. However, Zhang Tian wasn't one to take in every talented person he saw; that wasn't his intention.
"Look quickly, Molhan is charging again!"
"This is definitely his strongest attack. It's said that Molhan's strongest attack can even send a calf flying."
"Yes, I heard too. Before, when other villages tried to take our grassland, Molhan's charge sent a two-meter-tall guy flying."
"I don't believe this fatty can block it again."
The crowd grew excited as Molhan launched his attack once more. In their minds, Molhan was the guardian spirit of their village and could not be defeated.
But before Molhan could reach the fatty, the fatty moved.
"Fatty's little fist will pound your chest!"
The fatty's fist shot down, and at the same time, Molhan, who was charging forward with a swung fist, was sent sprawling by the fatty. If the fatty hadn't cultivated, he might have run away with his tail between his legs when facing Molhan. But unfortunately for Molhan, the fatty had cultivated, and his cultivation was not low. This battle was inherently a one-sided crush. It was like an adult bullying a child, a Grandmaster versus an ordinary person.
"Fatty, that's enough, come back," Zhang Tian finally said, unable to watch any longer.
The fatty touched his nose. "Boss, Fatty was having too much fun. It's rare to have a chance to show off." The fatty was still a little reluctant. But since Zhang Tian had spoken, he didn't say any more and walked directly to Zhang Tian's side.
At this moment, everyone around fell silent. Their strongest fighter had been defeated by the fatty. Who could now stop the invasion of these outsiders?
"You might have misunderstood. We have no intention of clashing with you. Can we talk properly now?" Zhang Tian looked at the scattered people around and said.
Molhan slowly got up from the ground. There was dirt on his face, and his expression was uncertain. The fatty's strength was too great, and his speed too fast; he couldn't keep up. "How did this guy do it? Such a large body, yet so fast," Molhan thought, staring intently at the fatty, as if trying to see through him. The fatty, meanwhile, stood lazily in front of Zhang Tian, his head held high proudly.
"If you weren't here to provoke us, why were you bullying our villagers?" Molhan patted the dirt off himself, his voice sounding somewhat weak.
"First, we didn't bully your people. Second, he let his dog bite us first, and we were only forced to retaliate." As Zhang Tian spoke, he looked towards a young man in the crowd whose figure was subtly shifting. When the young man heard Zhang Tian single him out, he trembled. A bad feeling arose in his heart.
"Adam, is what they're saying true?" Molhan looked at the young man, anger in his eyes. Adam swallowed, his gaze darting away. "No, no, they beat up my dog, so I called for you," Adam stammered, but without any conviction. Seeing his demeanor, anger flared on Molhan's face. He had gone to war with Zhang Tian for the sake of his kin, and this one had simply watched from behind. And the reason for it all was him. Molhan's emotions could no longer be described as just anger.
"Do you know what trouble you've brought upon our tribe today? Fortunately, this gentleman is magnanimous. If it were someone else, what do you think would have happened to our tribe now?" Molhan stared at Adam, his tone stern and his face filled with rage.
"I didn't know his strength was this great. I was just testing them," Adam said, a hint of panic in his voice. If they told the chieftain about this, he would likely be banished from the village. And with winter approaching, if he were driven out now, Adam could only imagine how difficult his life would be.
"Hmph, you can just wait for the chieftain to deal with you personally," Molhan said, waving his hand and ceasing to speak further.
"Molhan, please don't tell the chieftain, okay? I'll definitely be kicked out then. The snow is blocking the mountain now, where can I go?" Adam became anxious.
"Are you begging me now?" Molhan looked at Adam, his voice cold. After he spoke, Adam instantly understood. He quickly looked at Zhang Tian.
"Sir, could you be magnanimous? This is all my fault. I'm willing to accept punishment, but I don't want to die." Adam spoke, his eyes fixed on Zhang Tian, filled with urgency. Zhang Tian looked at him. If only he had thought of this earlier.
"How about this, I won't pursue this matter, but you must agree to one thing," Zhang Tian said slowly. Adam nodded his head frantically, like a pecking chicken.
"Okay, I'll talk about this later. Can we enter the village now?" Zhang Tian asked softly. Molhan nodded.
"We admire your broadmindedness. You are an upright person, and our village welcomes people like you." Molhan said, waving his hand. The crowd parted, creating a path, and Zhang Tian and his companions were welcomed into the village.