Chapter 763 (1/2)

Chapter 763: The Female Lycanthrope

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As Guelz Burnflame approached the training hall, he could hear a thumping noise from its interior. There seemed to be a rather intense activity going on, as if a heavy and blunt instrument was repeatedly hitting against a sandbag.

“Chief!”

The guard at the door lowered his head and bowed.

“Is that Lorgar practicing inside?” Guelz pointed towards the ajar gate.

“Yes, she came here early in the morning, and said not to disturb her.”

“I’ll have a look.”

“But Chief…”

“What?” He cast a glance at the guard.

“Nothing, you may enter.” The guard shuddered slightly.

“Seems like my daughter is becoming more and more dignified.” Guelz did not feel the least bit disgruntled by the guard’s obstruction and instead raised his eyebrows with interest. The way things were going, the Raging Flare clan would have a new successor when he could no longer climb on to the Burning Stage.

He opened the door to a training hall which was assembled from thousands of leather pieces, hemp ropes and wooden poles. In Iron Sand City, only the Chief himself, who owned the largest Stone Castle around, could build an indoor training ground like this.

The hall was not paved with dirt or stone, but fine yellow sand instead. Thus, it felt like one was walking in the desert. The sand was fine and small but not soft, and many sharp objects were concealed in it. These were often broken teeth or weapon fragments left behind by the trainers. There was also a considerable amount of blood that seeped through, which therefore caused a portion of the sand to turn dark red.

Guelz’ grandfather once said that if all of the yellow sand was dyed red, Wildflame would forever occupy the position of the strongest clan and remain peerless in the Southernmost Region. This was because he had considered that if the clan was ever defeated, they would have to vacate this Stone Castle, and as a result, the overhead leather tentage, as well as all of the yellow sand, would have to be brought away. Even if they could not rebuild a training hall like this, at least they would not need to dye the sand again when they retook the first position.

A row of metal bars was erected on one end of the training hall. His daughter was here barefooted, with her pants and sleeves rolled up. She repeatedly threw heavy punches at the hanging sandbags. Guelz had no doubt that if these punches were thrown on a person’s body, the viscera would be split into pieces.

“Hmm, excited after seeing the Osha clan’s performance?” He smiled at her.

Lorgar turned her body and performed an aerial kick at a rebounded sandbag. Her slender legs moved as quick as lightning and sent the sandbag, which was as tall as a person, flying. The hemp rope holding the sandbag was finally overwhelmed, and snapped halfway through the violent swaying. The sandbag spun through the air and fell heavily on the floor, causing the interior sand to spill out.

“Hoo…” She exhaled loudly, causing her bestialized hands to return to normal. “You don’t have to tell everyone, Papa. You already know what I’m thinking.”

“You admire that Divine Lady called Ashes, right?” Guelz laughed heartily. “After all, in one-to-one combat, it’s hard to find you a suitable opponent from this city.”

Lorgar puckered her mouth. “Unfortunately, they’ve just won the right to enter Iron Sand City, and there’s unlikely to be another contest for some time. Even if we issue them a challenge invitation, they’ll probably decline.”

“Of course. As the newly-promoted clan, they’ll have many trifles to sort out in order to gain a foothold in this city. Perhaps there’ll be a new challenger during the next spring. Nobody would want to waste their energy at this time.”

“And that’s why I can only hang out with these sandbags for now.” Lorgar sighed. “Did you come to see me just to say this?”