Rengar returned to the Flesh-Toothed Beast Tribe, and under the unkind gaze of Chief Poengaf, he confessed his defeat.

As he expected, his father reprimanded him harshly.

"Not only did you fail to kill it, but you were shot blind in one eye!"

"You were born crippled, and now you are even more crippled, our tribe doesn't need a waste like you!"

“……”

As Pongarf spoke, Rengar noticed that many of the trophies in the room were stained with ash and were old.

Some of the problems illustrated by this made Rengar always unconsciously associate with what Karn said.

"How long has it been since you've been out hunting?"

The question steadied Poengal, who paused, did not answer, and instead roared even more violently.

"Take care of your own business, and the glory I have achieved is beyond your reach. When I was hunting the mane, you kid didn't know where to catch worms to eat! ”

A high-pitched roar reached its ears, and Rengar closed its eyes, feeling the roaring air currents shake its beard.

This old flesh-toothed beast was annoyed and angry, and as he grew older, not only his strength was not good, but even his courage became smaller.

Poengaf chattered, but Rengar directly took out Kazik's head and directly told Poengaf to shut up.

A presence full of filth, with hideous fangs exposed, and dark eyes that seemed to exude a terrifying evil light.

As soon as Kazik's head was placed on the table, the entire house of Poengav's loot was overshadowed.

The chief's face was cloudy, more wonderful than anything Rengar had ever seen.

Looking at the hideous head, he didn't even dare to pick it up.

"There's no way you're going to kill it! It's up to you? I don't believe it! You must have used some shady method! He shook his head in disbelief, denying everything like a clown.

This successive roars attracted the attention of the other clansmen, who came to the outside of the chief's house to watch, and it had been a long time since anyone dared to challenge the chief's majesty.

Reingar looked at the people around him, the people of the carnivorous tribe had a sturdy body and enjoyed a comfortable dwelling, but they did not dare to face death and surpass themselves to claim true glory.

He was born weak, facing the threat of death, and could only surpass himself in the fight again and again.

And these people have a good foundation but don't develop it, stay here to spend their lives, what is the value of living like this?

He really didn't understand what kind of people he was proving his worth to, and this group of cowards couldn't see the real value at all!

"It's true that I didn't kill Kazik, but I paid the price of an eye and beat him to the point of serious injury. And you don't even dare to face it! ”

The angry Rengar subconsciously clenched Malkong's dagger, but this action had a deep meaning in the eyes of Poengal, and was even overinterpreted.

"As I expected, you weak man will only rely on others, and it is impossible to kill it alone. Anyway, we can't see what happened, you can say black as white as you want. Who knows if you killed Kazik by that human again, and followed him to pick up the leak before cutting off Kazik's head! "Remember the →m.\B\iq\u\g\\o\m for you to read the novel in a second.

Poengaf roared at Rengar: "Get out of here!" You don't deserve to be in my tribe! ”

Reingar looked at his lofty face, furious.

He really didn't expect the other party to say such a thing, and he lightly denied all his efforts in a few words.

Pongaf, who has never stepped out of the rainforest in his life, stubbornly lives in his own world, unwilling to admit his cowardice.

It doesn't matter if you let yourself hunt Kazik in order to keep your position.

Is such a man worthy to be his father?

"You coward! You don't deserve to be my father! With no glory left in front of him, and the conflict had intensified to the point of irreconcilability, Rengar fought back with a louder roar, and then pounced on Poengal.

The two flesh-toothed beasts collided and let out a fierce roar.

Poengalf was much larger than Rengar, but he was thrown to the ground by the latter, and one of his faces was scratched with shocking blood.

They rolled and fought on the ground, the loot hanging on the cupboard wall was knocked off by the fierce battle, and Poengaf grabbed a skull and smashed it at Rengar, who was no longer concerned about the pain.

Rengar showed a brutality that was feared by all, and even though he was born weak and badly wounded, he still used his anger and skill to suppress the chieftain, and then disemboweled the head with a single sword.

Poengaf died, and Rengar won easily.

It was only then that the carnivorons realized that Rengar had what it took to be a hunter, and that he was stronger than anyone else.

Even the fiercest hunters offered the Fire Brier to him, marking the crowning of Rengar as the new chief of the tribe.

But looking at the corpse of the old chief, Rengar turned a blind eye to the allegiance of these people.

Again, he asked himself, what the hell was he hunting for?

To prey on a full stomach? Or is it for the appreciation of the tribe? Or is it the so-called glory?

None of them, the battle with Kazik ignited his soul and made him understand what exactly he wanted!

He just needs the thrill of adrenaline rushing through his veins while chasing his prey.

He is no longer satisfied with these worthless things, he wants to surpass again and again, and challenge stronger beings.

Only the intense pleasure of pure hunting can satisfy his awakened hunter's heart!

Disdainful of the spoils of Poengalf's house, Rengar only took Kazik's head, and then broke through the human wall of tall clansmen, and left the tribe steadfastly.

The death of the old chief brought great turmoil to the Flesh-Toothed Tribe, but no one dared to replace him as the new chief.

Because they were all afraid of Rengar's revenge, after all, when Poengaf expelled Rengar, no one had said a word for him or done anything for him.

And just like that, the leaderless carnidons continued for an entire season, and even the hunt for each season ended early, giving Nedriy and her family of cougars a respite.

They searched the jungle until they were sure that Rengar had left the jungle where they lived, and then they elected a new chieftain.

And the new chief also made changes to the tribal tradition after taking office, and encountered a naturally weak flesh-toothed beast cub, if the parents could not raise it, then they must be ruthlessly killed, not banished, in order to prevent future trouble!

By this time, Rengar had rediscovered Karn through the flavors he had memorized, and was on the path he had chosen.

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