Prime Originator

Leon rubbed his head, ruefully. In the end, someone did challenge him. After a brief sigh, he glared at the person standing in the battle arena.

"Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

For some reason, the warrior felt incredibly pressured when Leon asked this. Beads of cold sweat formed on the warrior's face, and his body shook unnoticeably.

'Am I feeling fear?'

The warrior's eyes opened wide with surprise. How could he be intimidated with a single question? Does this person really have the strength of a Great Warrior? No, it cannot be. That is impossible!

The warrior quickly denied his thoughts with a shake of his head and stopped his body from shaking forcefully. A warrior must not show fear, at least not in front of so many people!

'He must be trying to intimidate me into back down! His real strength shouldn't be all that strong—not with a body like that!'

The warrior was convinced the more he thought this way.

Humans might not necessarily believe what they hear, but they will believe what they see. The young warrior had the rigid belief that muscle equaled strength.

Since Leon did not have much muscle mass, the young warrior firmly believed that he was not as strong as the rumors made him out to be. It was all a sham, a publicity stunt to promote the person's status in the tribe.

The young warrior did not think too deeply about why Leonhardt was qualified to sit next to Chief Valencia on the high seating platform. Perhaps, Leonhardt was the long-lost son the chief had once abandoned in the wild.

"Of course, I am sure! Why? You don't dare?!"

Once Leon heard this, he shook his head. If he does not show his might, these hotheaded youths will think he was a pushover.

"Try not to cause any trouble, okay?" Leon gave Lumi a brief glance and said.

Lumi poked her tongue out at him. What trouble can she cause? He should be the one worrying about causing trouble!

Shortly after, Leon jumped straight down from the high seating platform and landed on the battle arena with a heavy thud.

As Leon faced the young warrior, he coolly said, "Very well, I accept your challenge."

"Take out your Soul Weapon. I do not want others thinking that I only won because of a weapon advantage," Said the young warrior.

He spoke as if he was sure he was going to win.

Leon shook his head.

He did not know where this confidence came from. Being confident is good, but having too much blind confidence is just plain arrogance.

"Well, if you insist."

Leon shrugged nonchalantly.

The battle between them was already not a fair contest from the start. Since the other party likes to be bullied, Leon can only oblige. Some people needed to be spanked before they become aware of reality.

Leon flicked his wrist before the Tier 4 Bone Spear appeared in his grasp. He did not need to hide that he possessed an interspatial treasure since he had taken Old Tailor's leather pouch.

In the crowd of tribesmen, opinions were divided.

One portion of them had personally seen Leon fought on the battlefield. As such, they all shook their heads wryly. They already knew who the winner will be. Unless Leon went full retarded, it was impossible for the young warrior to win.

Another portion of the crowd shared the same opinion as the young warrior standing in the battle arena. Their only regret was not being quick enough to challenge Leonhardt first.

Finally, a small group of spectators remained neutral. Although they had never seen such a skinny Great Warrior, they did not jump to conclusions. Seeing was believing, and only time will tell the truth.

"Hm? Brother Goldenrod, are you not interested in watching their battle?" A Peak-rank Warrior asked as he noticed Goldeneye wholeheartedly eating without so much as a glance at the battle arena.

Goldenrod flashed the warrior a lazy glance and nonchalantly said, "Watch what? There is nothing interesting to watch. I already know the outcome."

"We all know the outsider is going to lose miserably, but it will still be interesting to see the person's expressions once his farce is uncovered."

Goldenrod frowned and glanced at the Peak-rank Warrior again.

"You're wrong. The one to lose miserably will not be Brother Leonhardt." Goldenrod stated confidently.

Like the other naïve young warriors, he had already experienced firsthand Leon's strength. As unassuming as Leon was, his power in the Great Warrior Realm was the real deal.

Nevertheless, he did not see the need to share his defeat among his peers. It was not something worth bragging about.

"Huh? How can that be?"

The Peak-rank Warrior was in disbelief. However, Goldenrod would not be so assuring unless he had some basis for it.

It was at this time that the crowd exclaimed loudly with cheers, shock, and surprise. The Peak-rank Warrior quickly directed his gaze towards the battle arena.

Unsurprising to Leon, the challenger was sent flying off the battle arena with a single sweep of his Bone Spear.

He stabbed the spear into the ground with a heavy thud and gazed sharply at the rest of the young warriors with shocked expressions.

"Anyone else wants to challenge me?"

The amphitheater fell silent.

Just a moment ago, these young warriors were very eager to challenge Leon and become famous with a single battle, but now they can only avoid his gaze with embarrassment.

Challenge a Great Warrior? You must be kidding! That is just asking to be humiliated!

Only the tribesmen in the Great Warrior Realm would challenge Leon, but none of them looked interested. Leon was an outsider. Beating him would not affect their ranking. And on the off chance that they lose, they might even lose their ranking!

Since there were only demerits, why would they challenge him?

Bang!

The young challenger finally landed outside the battle arena after being sent flying high in the sky and back down.

After the dust settled, a bunch of tribesmen rushed to check on the young warrior's condition. They were surprised to discover that apart from some minor injuries from the fall, the young warrior was fine otherwise.

Leon was only teaching the young warrior a lesson. There was no need to go out for blood.

The young warrior laid on the ground, disheveled with a dazed expression, and appeared slightly comical in the eyes of others.

"Hahaha! Look at his silly expression! It's like he is still trying to comprehend what happened!"

"Pfft! Thankfully, I was not the first one to challenge the outsider. Otherwise, I would have made a joke of myself."

No matter who won and who lost, the crowd was entertained, nonetheless.

Just a moment ago, the young warrior was still dreaming about becoming famous through a single battle, and he had indeed achieved his aim. However, it was not the sort of fame he wanted. He had become the butt of jokes.

Seeing no one step forth to challenge him, Leon stored away his Bone Spear. He leaped onto the high seating platform and returned to his seat.

"I apologize if I had been overbearing and offended anyone just now," Leon said courteously to the Shamans.

"Hahaha, not at all… not at all…"

Old Hammer stroke his beard and studied Leon top to bottom with a look of wonder. He had been one of the neutral spectators.

Seeing Leon's display of might, he really wondered how Leon's body was built. How could such a small body contain so much power?

Although the Shamans had self-destructed their Demon Core, they were all Battle Masters during their prime. Although their strength had degraded with old age, they still have substantial muscly physiques like anyone else.

"They say heroes come from the young. Our little friend, Leonhardt's potential, is limitless. Come, let me toast you. May your future be full of brilliance and wonder." Old Wiz spoke.

Leon noticed his wine cup had already been poured. He gave the female servant holding the wine jug a brief glance before helplessly taking the wine cup and return Old Wiz's gesture by downing the wine cup.

After two shots, Leon was no longer thinking straight. His tolerance may be low, but he had a tough body. It was clear how strong the special wine was.

"The night is still long—Oh, who am I kidding? It is always night. Let us enjoy ourselves a little." Old Tailor laughed and also toasted Leon.

That night, Leon continued to accept the Shamans' toasts and got wasted. His alcohol tolerance was no match for these frequent drinkers.

One side of him had said he should expel the alcohol and sober up. It was wise to stay clear-minded in unknown territory.

However, another side of him had said he should just put down the burdens and let loose once in a while.

In the end, Leon passed out after taking his twelfth shot.

"I did not expect Little Brother Leonhardt to be such a weak drinker." Master Woodrow said wryly before ordering a servant, "Someone, come arrange a room and take my Little Brother Leonhardt back to rest."

"Drinking wine is a luxury. Our little friend probably did not have much opportunity to taste wine outside." Old Hammer shook his head.

"Let us continue drinking. We aren't stopping until we all pass out too." Old Fjord laughed and raised another cup.

That night, Leon slept soundly with inexplicable comfort and peace.

He had a pleasant dream of his childhood days of touring the Divine Realm while grasping onto the warm sturdy hands of his father, the Divine Medicine King.

Strangely, the scene later changed to his first night in the brothel.