Unspeakable bubbles

Yes, the leader is right.

There are some things that a tribal warrior must never escape!

"Wow!" Just then, the boy who had been battling the bubbles ran out crying.

He didn't manage to pop any bubbles at all; instead, he tripped and fell over.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the little boy couldn't take it anymore and ran away crying.

"Amazing!"

"Even though she's just a little girl, she chased all the boys away!"

"That girl wasn't taking it seriously at all."

"Are all of Sain's kids this good these days?"

"Nonsense! He looks like a Sien, but he's actually from the Federation."

"Not a Saen, that's good, that's good."

These grassland people are simple and honest, and they did not have any negative feelings because Paopao, an outsider, defeated their own child.

Everyone clapped enthusiastically, and some even shouted Bubble's name.

"Next, it's my turn."

As soon as Bagen stepped onto the field, some uninformed members of the crowd immediately booed.

"Bagan, what are you doing up there?"

"Get down quickly, don't embarrass yourself!"

"You are a tribal warrior, how can you fool around with children?"

Bagen ignored him and drew his scimitar from his waist, planting it in the ground.

Then, Bagen bowed to Bubble with one hand on his chest.

The crowd fell silent!

Bagen took a deep breath. "Hagen, the warrior of the Hada tribe, challenges the warrior Bubble!"

Section 248, Chapter 247: Invincible

"Warrior... Bubble?"

The little girl was puzzled but also a little happy to be called a warrior by others.

Her two little braids trembled, and her cheeks turned rosy.

"Hey, Bagen, come on!"

"Ha!" Bagen assumed a fighting stance, observing Bubble's movements as he approached her step by step.

The little girl patiently waited until Bagen walked up to her, only to see him suddenly use a fighting technique to try and throw her down.

"Ada!" Bubble raised her little fist.

Bagen was completely bewildered and dizzy, feeling only a burning pain in his nose.

"Ah!" The little girl exclaimed in surprise as she watched Bagen tumbling through the air.

She got a little carried away in her excitement.

The unfortunate grassland man rolled around on the grass a few times after landing, and then just lay there motionless.

"Bagen, Bagen!"

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On the vast grassland, an old man in tattered clothes trudged along.

He didn't know how long he had walked; the soles of his boots were already worn through, but the old man seemed oblivious.

"Rumble"

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard. Judging from the noise, it seemed that quite a few people were riding towards the old man.

Clothed in black, armored in black, and riding black horses, the approaching force was none other than the thirty-three elite riders of the grasslands—the Kheshig army!

This squad of Kheshig soldiers had spotted the old man long ago, but instead of slowing down, they charged straight at him!

One hundred steps, fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps!

Just as the old man could almost feel the hot breath exhaled from the nostrils of the large black horse, the cavalry suddenly stopped.

The movement flowed smoothly from motion to stillness, and the thirty-three knights dismounted.

The young man at the head of the group stepped forward and walked to the old man's side. He placed one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, saying, "Master."

"..."

The old man with gray hair stared at the black horse in front of him, seemingly stunned.

"Master Agudamu?" the young man, the centurion of the Kheshig army, called out again in a low voice.

"..."

Seeing the old man standing there blankly, a hint of disappointment flashed in the centurion's eyes.

This once great hero of the grasslands seems to have truly grown old.

"Master."

The centurion's tone remained respectful: "Venerable Baoyin has been waiting ahead for a day and a night. Please quicken your pace."

“…Baoyin.” The old man’s voice was hoarse. “What is that child waiting for me for?”

"Master, everyone on the vast grasslands, from the Khan to the child who has just learned to hunt, wants to know one thing—"

At this point, the centurion's gaze sharpened: "Between Venerable Baoyin and you, who is truly the strongest on the Great Plains now?!"

“The strongest…” Agudamu sighed.

He hunched his back slightly, slowly bypassed the Kheshig soldiers, and continued walking forward.

The centurion's eyes flickered as he looked at the old man's back. As if he had thought of something, he slowly loosened his grip on the scimitar.

"Master!" he shouted to the old man, "Although you are old, the people of the grasslands will never forget your kindness to the grasslands!"

"Even if it is the commander-in-chief who gives the order, I will never lay a hand on you!"

Having said that, the centurion mounted his horse and declared, "Let's go!"

Thirty-three knights of the Kheshig army whizzed past the old man, and the centurion couldn't help but turn back for one last look at him.

What he saw was a lifeless, dying old man.

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"Brother, why are you so persistent?"

Beside a middle-aged man resting with his eyes closed, the commander of the Kheshig army earnestly advised, "Agudam hasn't made a move in ten years; he's long since grown old!"

“Venerable Baoyin is the strongest in the Great Grasslands. Even the children in the tribe know this. You don’t need to…”

Are you afraid I'll lose?

With just one sentence, the commander of the Kheshig army's expression changed drastically.

"How is that possible!"

"My elder brother is invincible, how could he possibly be defeated!"

"Su He, do you know how many super strong people there are in the world?" Bao Yin asked calmly.

“Two from the Great Plains, three from Sain, at least three from Pruton, two from the Federation… and that madman who calls himself ‘Supreme,’ that’s about it,” Suhe said uncertainly.

"Not to mention how many super strong individuals are hidden in the two behemoths, the Holy King Church and the Apocalypse Secret Cult, even top-tier dark organizations like the Viper have traces of super strong individuals within them."

"The world is vast, and there are countless super strong individuals."

Bao Yin opened his eyes and calmly looked at his younger brother: "You said I'm invincible?"

"Brother..." Su He suddenly smiled bitterly.

“But if we go back ten years, there was a powerful figure on the Great Plains who deserved your title of ‘invincible’!” Baoyin said quietly.

“Agudam, that guru is old!” Suhe said again, emphasizing.

"He is only in his sixties. For an ordinary person, this age would be considered old, but he is an extremely strong person."

Bao Yin slowly forced a smile onto her lips: "A super strong expert who's a little over sixty years old, do you really think he's old?"

"..." Su He was at a loss for words.

“Brother, you have waited for him for a day and a night, and I have been waiting for your reply for a day and a night as well.”

Suhe asked solemnly, "What's your decision?"

"I am not interested in the position of commander-in-chief of the Kheshig army. Let Harbala find someone more suitable."

"Brother, your talent far surpasses mine by ten times..."

"Whether the commander of the legendary legion is a super strong person or not is not important at all."

Baoyin interrupted her younger brother: "If you keep using the same excuse, then give up."

Su He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Elder brother, the situation is different now!"

"Oh?"

"Heat spot disease..."

Upon hearing this name, Bao Yin's expression changed slightly.

"This disease is terrifying. Although no one has started dying yet, everyone knows it's only a matter of time!"

Suhe said bitterly, "With the grasslands suffering such a great calamity, I don't believe that the duke in the south of the Kingdom of Sain won't take action!"

"Once his legendary army marches into the grasslands, then..."

"Where is the Kheshig army?" Bao Yin's voice was laced with anger.