Chapter 676: 675: Redirecting Animosity Back To Its Source

"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.

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With a single thought, the ground beneath the Battle Masters sunk as their surroundings rose in the shape of a dome, wanting to swallow them all whole. 

The Battle Masters were quickly shocked by the sheer magnitude of Leon's power before they could even think straight and recover from the last blow.

"The earth is moving! What is this power?!" a Low-rank Battle Master exclaimed.

"It must be the power of the Shaman King's Successor! But who knew that shaman powers were actually capable of such feats? This sort of power… who can resist it?"

"No wonder the Shaman King was even more respected than the Battle Kings! Perhaps, only the Battle God can resist this sort of power…" 

The Battle Masters chattered with shock and disbelief as another Extremity-rank Battle Master picked himself off the sinking ground and gazed at Leon directly. 

"You must be the Shaman King's Successor! Name your price! What does it take for you to join my tribe?" the Extremity-rank Battle Master inquired clearly. 

At the same time, the previous Extremity-rank Battle Master also shot to his feet and said, "No, don't join his tribe! We heard you are still unaffiliated! My tribe is definitely better than his! So you should join mine instead!"

"And what makes you think that the information you have on me is true? Who said I am still unaffiliated? Am I not a part of the Darkmoon Tribe right now?" Leon said with a stern tone. 

Once the question was raised, the Battle Masters were all stunned as if they had just gotten a kick in the head. 

"Not only have you offended the Darkmoon Tribe, but you have also offended me, the so-called Shaman King's Successor. Let's not forget to mention that I am also the Divine Doctor in this tribe," Leon continued to speak. 

"If you have anyone to blame, blame the person who gave you false information. It is clear that they had insidious intentions and wanted to cause trouble for my Darkmoon Tribe by using your hands. In other words, you have all been used by them!"

Once Leon finished speaking, the Battle Masters stood rooted on the spot with a dumb look as if their brains had short-circuited. 

It was too much to take in.

They wanted to bolster their own tribe's status in the eyes of the Shaman King's Successor and the Divine Doctor by belittling other tribes. 

In the end, the plan backfired and caused them to offend the people they wanted to curry favor with—all because the information they had was false?!

"Dammit! Who said the Divine Doctor was unaffiliated?!"

"If the chief hears of my blunder, he is going to murder me! F*ck! I'm going to dare murder that person who gave me false information!" 

"Who was it? Who spread this bullshit?! I'm going to kill him!" another Battle Master spat with gritted teeth.

Having finished saying his piece, Leon waved his hand returned the land to its original shape as the group of Battle Masters spouted grudgingly among themselves. 

It did not take long after some backtracking before they figured out that all their information came from the Black Warbear Tribe, one of the ruler tribes!

They were used like pawns!

"Damn that insidious Black Warbear Tribe! I will never forgive them!"

"Hmph! What a good Black Warbear Tribe! Don't expect my tribe to ever follow them!"

The Battle Masters all began cursing the Black Warbear Tribe as they redirected their anger at them for what had transpired.

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