Tribal Lord: SSS Ranked Taming Primitive Beauties and The Beasts! Chapter 42
"How is that possible?" The Urthak’s Tribe Lord mumbled softly in the midst of silence.
"Of course it’s possible, it’s thanks to our Tribe Lord’s power." Harold chuckled, looking at the nine 4th Ranks in front of him. "Our Tribe Lord can read God’s language. That’s why he would at least be able to tell you how to complete your mission accurately so that you don’t need to try completing it blindly."
"Oh?" The Urthak’s Tribe Lord raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment.
"What do we need to do or give you in exchange for your Tribe Lord to help us become stronger?" He asked, thinking that they must have been up to something. He guessed that they were probably after their huge 3rd-rank energy crystal mine.
"It’s simple, just merge our tribe under the Ragh’Tal name. You don’t need to do or give us anything in exchange for the benefits we have promised." Harold waved his hand with a slight smile.
"Naturally, if you want to be given these benefits earlier than the others, you need to contribute to the tribe. For example, like what we’re doing right now in subjugating other tribes since our Tribe Lord is in need of more God’s power urgently." He explained.
"Why do you need to subjugate other tribes in order to have more of God’s power?" The Urthak’s Tribe Lord asked with confusion.
Harold explained a little bit about their situation, including the fact that the Ragh’Tal now had someone at 5th Rank.
Not only the Urthak’s warriors but also everyone at the subjugation team was shocked when they heard that someone at Ragh’Tal had already reached 5th Rank. At this point, it really won’t be long for the Ragh’Tal Tribe to become the strongest in the region.
A few moments later, the Urthak’s Tribe lord finally agreed but under one condition. The condition was that they had to win against the Urthak Tribe.
The fight will be in the format of best of 3, and whoever wins two games, they will be the winner.
Naturally, it wasn’t like they would reject the offer in case the Ragh’Tal Tribe lost the match, but they demanded a priority over other tribes that joined the Ragh’Tal in terms of sharing information about the mission or even upgrading ranks.
Since Harold didn’t have the final say about these things, he contacted Ash once again and finally received a shocking response.
"The Tribe Lord agreed with your request and even gave you a challenge..." Harold smiled faintly.
He continued, "If you can win even one of the two matches before the games end, he promised that you would be the next person to be upgraded to the 5th rank."
"Are you sure?" The Urthak’s Tribe Lord’s eyes lit up the moment he heard it, meaning that he just needed to win one of the first two games.
He was extremely confident of winning at least one of the two games, considering that his strength when he was going all out was no joke.
"Of course, only under one condition... you join our tribe first and the match—"
Before Harold could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the Urthak’s Tribe Lord as he suddenly pledged allegiance excitedly.
...
[Ding! Congratulations to the host! You have subjugated the Urthak Tribe!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 60,000 Tribal Points!]
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 600,000 System Points!]
At the other side inside the dungeon, Ash was surprised when he read the notifications he had just received from the system.
’60k Tribal Points right off the bat?’ He raised an eyebrow, thinking that 60k Tribal Points must have been the highest he could get from subjugating a tribe that didn’t possess a 5th Rank.
However, the moment he checked the information of the warriors from the Urthak Tribe, he was shocked because of their tribe lord’s insane strength.
Subsequently, he thought about something and contacted Harold, as he had something in mind.
Otherwise, he was certain that no one in the current subjugation team would be able to win against him.
After disconnecting their communication, Ash smiled viciously at the thought of when he was informed that the Urthak’s Tribe Lord seemed to be extremely confident with his ability and win the game.
...
The vast meadow fell unnaturally quiet.
Wind brushed through the tall grass, bending it in slow waves beneath the overcast sky. The warriors from both tribes stood at the edge of the clearing, instinctively holding their breaths as the pressure between the two figures at the center continued to rise.
Lothar stood relaxed, saber hanging loosely at his side.
Across from him, Garnak, the Urthak Tribe Lord, stood like a huge boulder. He was massive, a little bit taller than two meters tall, with skin a little bit darker compared to the others.
The two locked eyes for a few moments.
Then, Lothar made the first move as he exploded forward without warning, the grass beneath his feet flattening as his saber flashed from its sheath in one smooth motion. His body leaned low, closing the distance in an instant.
Clang!
Garnak raised his fist and blocked the saber head-on. Sparks burst outward as Lothar’s blade met the gloves that looked like they were made from hardened ground.
Garnak’s eyes narrowed in surprise as he had never expected that the old man in front of him to have such strength.
Not only him, but Lothar was also surprised since he thought that there wouldn’t be warriors outside the Ragh’tal Tribe who would be able to complete missions of that level without the help of Ash’s power.
Pushing the thoughts aside, he twisted his wrist, letting the saber slide off before stepping inside Garnak’s guard.
Then he shot his fist forward like a cannonball.
Boom!
The punch landed directly against Garnak’s stomach, pushing Garnak back a few steps as his bare feet dug into the ground and created long grooves along the way.
The Urthak Warriors gasped in surprise.
Garnak growled low, he looked at Lothar in amusement. He then charged forward and swung his massive arm downward, aiming to smash Lothar into the ground.
Lothar slipped to the side at the last moment, the attack slammed into the ground with a loud bang.
Dirt and stone exploded upward as a shallow crater formed.
The moment Garnak’s fist smashed into the ground and dirt erupted skyward, Lothar had already shifted his footing. His body twisted smoothly, his bare foot skidding across the grass as he rode the lingering shockwave instead of resisting it.
At the same time, he swung his saber.A sharp, clean arc sliced through the air, aimed directly at Garnak’s ribs.
Swoosh!
The blade whistled as it passed.
Garnak’s pupils shrank. His massive body twisted, narrowly avoiding a direct hit.
However, even his reaction speed wasn’t perfect as the blade grazed him. A shallow cut appeared across his ribs, blood seeping out in a thin line.
The Urthak Warriors were surprised.
It wasn’t even a deep wound since it counted as barely more than a scratch, but it was the first time Garnak had been injured since the fight began.
Garnak glanced down at the wound, then slowly raised his head. Instead of anger, there was only an amusement in his eyes.
"...Good." He nodded his head.
In the next instant, he charged forward.
Boom!
The ground cracked beneath his foot, his massive fist tearing through the air toward Lothar’s head.
Lothar reacted instantly. He raised his saber horizontally and twisted his wrist.
Clang!
The impact released a violent shockwave that rippled outward, flattening the grass in a wide radius. Lothar felt his arms tremble violently as the force traveled through the blade and into his arms.
He slid backward three full steps before stabilizing himself.
Garnak didn’t give him any breath. Another punch followed—then another.
Lothar moved continuously as he parried, deflecting, ducking, and twisting his body. His saber flashed repeatedly, clashing against Garnak’s fists as if striking solid rock rather than flesh.
Each collision produced all kinds of sounds.
Clang!
Boom!
Shing—!
Their speed increased rapidly. To the surrounding warriors, their movements became blurred afterimages. Saber arcs overlapped in silver streaks, while Garnak’s fists carved shockwaves through the air.
Every exchange sent violent gusts of wind outward. The grass flattened, then sprang back up only to be crushed again.
Lothar inhaled deeply. Mana surged through his body, flowing into his arms and saber. Then, he used his (Iron Tide Severance) skill as he charged again.
Slash!
A wide saber arc tore forward, forcing Garnak to raise his arms defensively.
Slash!
Slash!
A second and third arc followed instantly, overlapping the first. The pressure didn’t dissipate as it stacked instead.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
The saber became a relentless tide. Each consecutive strike carried greater force than the last, crashing forward like unstoppable waves.
For the first time, Garnak was forced backward.
"Hmph!" He snorted and planted his feet firmly into the ground, trenches forming beneath him as he resisted the advancing slashes. Sparks and fragments of stone burst from his forearms as he blocked each strike head-on.
But Garnak’s eyes burned fiercely and instead of retreating, he charged forward and used his (Earthquake Knuckle Barrage).
Mana erupted violently from his core, his fists blurred as he punched in succession.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Each punch detonated the air, causing tremors that shook the ground. Shockwaves stacked upon shockwaves, colliding directly with Lothar’s advancing saber tide.
The meadow trembled violently. Grass, dirt, and shattered stone flew in all directions as the two skills collided head-on.