Chapter 322: The Mountain Tribes (2) The Chief Tournament

The tournament's first round concluded with a cheer from the crowd as the victor raised his fists in triumph. Lyan watched closely, noting the nuances of the fighters' techniques and the reactions of the tribe. The mountain tribe's customs were on full display, a blend of primal strength and deep-rooted traditions.

As the next round began, Lyan stepped into the arena. His opponent was a burly warrior named Grom, known for his brute strength and aggressive fighting style. Grom's body was covered in scars, each one a testament to battles fought and survived. He stood with a confident grin, sizing Lyan up.

"You small," Grom taunted, his voice rough and deep. "Not much meat. You break easy."

Lyan smiled, rolling his shoulders to loosen up. "We'll see about that," he replied calmly, his eyes focused on Grom's every move.