Chapter 675: Redirecting Animosity Back To Its Source (1/2)

”We need to stop them,” Aria stated.

”Un.” Leon nodded.

Shortly after, Leon observed the intense brawl and understood that a simple shout would not be enough to get both sides to stop fighting.

Perhaps the Darkmoon Tribe's side would comply, but the foreign Battle Masters would not—which would only need to the Darkmoon Tribe's side sustaining unnecessary injuries.

”Only absolute strength can stop this brawl, huh?” Leon muttered.

Shortly after, his gaze turned sharp before Leon raised his hand and tapped into the boundless power of earth with his Divine Will.

Rumble…!

The ground began to shake fiercely, disrupting everyone's balance and interrupted their battle abruptly.

But as if that was not enough, Leon clenched his fist and made a sudden uppercut at the empty air before countless earthen fists shot out from the ground and catapulted all the foreign Battle Masters outside the tribe like the land itself rejected their illegal entry.

At that moment, the One-Eyed Venerable and the other Extremity-rank Battle Master were locked in an intense fistfight before they were interrupted by the shaking ground.

”Resorting to your shaman powers because you can beat me in a fair fight, huh? No matter. Your shaman powers won't be able to do anything to—”

The Extremity-rank Battle Master's words ended abruptly as he, too, was ejected from the Darkmoon Tribe by a strong earthen fist strike to the chest.

”Have a nice day, I suppose,” the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman spoke.

Shortly after all the foreign Battle Masters all drew big arcs in the air before landing on the hard ground outside the Darkmoon Tribe's walls, Leon casually arrived beside the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman.

”Are you alright, senior?” Leon inquired.

”I'm great, thanks to your timely assistance, Young Master Leonhardt,” the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman replied before saying, ”However, I can't say for the same for the others.”

They slowly shifted their gazes to the Great Warriors of the Darkmoon Tribe with battered looks, full of bleeding noses, split lips, swollen black eyes, and bruises in various areas of their bodies among several broken bones.

”Just a few fleshly wounds, nothing to worry about,” one of them said and patted their chest with a tough look.

”Right…” Leon uttered speechlessly.

Nevertheless, the foreign Battle Masters' lawless behavior greatly displeased him, causing Leon to frown shortly.

”Let us talk later, senior. I will deal with these Battle Masters first.”

”Sure, no worries. Make sure to teach those thugs a good lesson, Young Master Leonhardt.”

”I will.” Leon nodded.

Shortly after, Leon left Aria at the One-Eyed Venerable Shaman's side and flew on top of the wall before gazing down at the ragged group of Battle Masters getting back on their feet.

”The Darkmoon Tribe is not a place for you to behave atrociously! If you cannot behave yourself, I don't mind sending you all down into the depths of the earth to fight without creatures you have never seen before!” Leon stated firmly.