The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

The skinny cowboy, having lost his support, knelt on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, his eyes gradually hardening.

He grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and threw it violently at the burly man's face.

"what!"

The burly man covered his eyes with both hands and screamed in agony.

The skinny cowboy seized the opportunity to pounce on the strong man and strike his vulnerable areas.

The two immediately started fighting.

Because of the foreign object in his eye, the strong man was unable to muster the strength to fight back and was temporarily at a disadvantage.

The skinny cowboy pinned the burly man down, punching him repeatedly in the face, his eyes gleaming with hatred: "I'll fucking kill you!"

"Damn it, you don't deserve to be a cowboy. You're the one who should be cleaning horse manure."

The skinny cowboy let out a cathartic shout, clearly having been bullied by the strong man for a long time.

Before he could fight back for long, suddenly, a feeling of weightlessness came over him, and he was thrown to the ground again.

The skinny cowboy quickly got up, clenched his fists, and prepared to fight back.

Unexpectedly, the person standing in front of him was the burly Rip. Rip turned his gaze over, and the skinny cowboy immediately stood up straight.

The skinny cowboy pointed at the burly red-haired man on the ground and said, "He provoked me first."

Rip looked around at the cowboys and received an affirmative answer.

The burly, red-haired man on the ground, having finally regained his sight, struggled to his feet, looked at Rip in front of him, and opened his mouth to explain, "Boss, I... ah!"

Rip grabbed the red-haired burly man's head and slammed it against the wall.

Rip struck very hard, slamming into her three times in a row.

The red-haired burly man was struck hard in the face, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose. He lay down again, his eyes glazed over, and let out a weak wail.

The burly red-haired man's injuries were far more severe than those of the skinny cowboy, leaving the surrounding cowboys speechless with astonishment.

Rip looked around, pointed at the burly red-haired man on the ground, and roared, "Fighting is not allowed on the ranch."

"If you want to fight, fight me first. I'll beat you until you submit!"

"Did you understand?"

Rip approached the crowd, his anger undisguised, and everyone lowered their heads.

Seeing that Rip had suppressed the cowboy's arrogance, Caesar clapped his hands with a smile, "Well then, I think it's because a few cowboys are about to leave the group that they're unhappy."

Although Caesar was smiling, there was a considerable amount of coldness in his eyes, which lingered on several people.

He had just noticed that a few people were clearly with Red Hair's group. Their abilities were not up to the level of the other cowboys, and they probably wanted to use bullying the skinny cowboys as a way to regain their chance to join the cowboy team.

Since they're unwilling to leave properly, he'll help them leave with dignity.

Caesar walked to the center of the crowd, spreading his hands: "If anyone can defeat me, I'll make him a squad leader immediately."

"Even if you've been expelled from the cowboy team, you can still rejoin them. How about that? Pretty good deal, right?"

As Caesar spoke, his gaze fell upon the group of people he had been watching.

Sure enough, their eyes lit up immediately.

The Cowboys team is tentatively set to have five squad leaders, four of whom have already been selected, leaving only one remaining.

The remaining cowboys with ideas were also eager to get started, looking very motivated.

For convenience, Caesar simply chose an empty horse training ground as the battle space.

Caesar walked around the horse training ground, explaining the rules.

"There are no restrictions, I'm telling you, there are no restrictions."

"You win if you knock your opponent down and they can't get up for ten seconds, or if you knock them out of the training ground."

The cowboys circling the horse training ground erupted in cheers, their eyes gleaming with an almost frightening excitement, as if they were betting on a football match.

Rip and Lloyd also leaned against the wooden fence of the horse training ground, listening to the cheers of the cowboys around them.

Rip frowned. "Caesar is a formidable fighter, but what if he gets ambushed in a war of attrition?"

Lloyd chuckled. "I don't think you need to worry about that at all. With Caesar's strength, even if you went up there, you wouldn't last more than a few rounds."

"Huh?" Rip's eyes widened, somewhat exasperated. "I admit Caesar can fight, but that doesn't mean I'm that bad."

Lloyd didn't argue. "After they finish their challenges, you can go up and fight one too."

"I... forget it." Rip pursed his lips. He didn't want Caesar to be out of energy and take advantage of him.

Caesar stood in the horse training ground, took off his shirt, revealing muscles as if sculpted from marble, each muscle perfectly sized and shaped, like a masterpiece of the Creator.

"Whoosh~" A whistle rang out, mixed with a few words of praise for Caesar.

"Come on, let's get someone who can fight."

Hearing the cheers around him, Caesar felt his body heat up and waved his hands upwards to signal to the people who had come.

A burly man jumped over a section of the wooden fence, and while taking off his shirt, he shouted, "Sorry, boss, I want to be the squad leader."

Caesar laughed: "You're quite confident. Let's see how many rounds you can fight."

The burly man breathed heavily, making muffled sounds like a bull. He was very strong, and although his muscles were not as aesthetically pleasing as Caesar's, they still looked terrifying.

The burly man charged straight at Caesar, arms outstretched, trying to embrace him.

Caesar could tell at a glance that the burly man wanted to throw him to the ground.

But Caesar did not retreat but advanced, stepping forward and using both hands to block the strong man's arms, thus restraining him.

A glint of joy flashed in the burly man's eyes. Strength was his forte, and anyone who dared to wrestle with him would be defeated in less than five seconds... What's going on?

His arms trembled slightly, but he couldn't make any progress. The joy in the strong man's eyes gradually turned into horror.

Caesar's lips curled up, and with a burst of strength, he pushed the burly man forward.

The burly man realized something and swung his arms up and down, trying to break free from Caesar's grip, or at least avoid being pushed back from the direction he came from.

This is so embarrassing.

As the burly man expected, no matter how he resisted, Caesar's strength was so great that he could easily handle it and throw the burly man out of the wooden fence he had climbed over.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You were just thrown out like that, how embarrassing!"

"You didn't even last a minute, you still need to practice."

"..."

The mocking and jeers from those around him instantly made the burly man's face turn red. He quickly stood up and glared angrily at the people around him.

His strong physique silenced those around him.

The cowboys, who were bored with what they were seeing, started clapping and celebrating Caesar's victory in the first round.

"Come on, come on, come on, is anyone else coming up? Hurry up, I can't wait."

Provoked by slightly sarcastic remarks, three cowboys suddenly jumped in.

Of the three cowboys, one was smaller, but his eyes were bright and sharp, and he seemed much more alert.

The other two were equally strong and seemed to be smarter than the previous burly man.

The three looked at each other, none of them suggesting that the other go first.